“You like my cock, beautiful?” I ask.
She nods and licks her lips as she keeps fucking me, unable to say anything.
I thrust hard against her, meeting her thrust for thrust, as her grip on my shoulders tightens. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she holds on, trying to keep from coming.
“Come, beautiful.”
She keeps riding me harder, increasing her pace, as I barely contain my own orgasm.
“No.”
I growl, “Come. Now.”
“No.”
She rides me harder, and I can’t hold back another second.
“Nina,” I growl.
She milks an orgasm out of me.
Only then does Nina finally come.
She collapses onto my body, and I wrap my arms around her, loving having her body pressed up so closely against mine.
We stay that way for a long time, both passed out and just holding each other.
Then, Nina slowly lifts her head with a grin on her face. “Now, I have some questions for you.”
I firmly kiss her on the lips, slipping my tongue into her mouth, begging her to have sex with me again.
“But, first, you want me to fuck you again?”
She takes a deep breath and bites her lip, still grinning. “Yes.”
* * *
“As much as I want to do that again, my body can’t take much more,” Nina says, lying on Arlo’s bed in his playroom while I lie next to her, completely spent.
I nod. “I guess that means it’s time for me to stop stalling and answer your questions.”
She nods.
But neither of us says anything else as we just lie in bed, staring at each other. The sex was great. Nina and I share a connection like no one else. But it still doesn’t mean we have any sort of future together once we leave this room. I don’t know what feelings she has for Arlo. I’m sure she still hopes that she can find a way out of this mess and end up back with her husband. And, even if she does choose me out of all the men in her life, I’m not sure that we could have a future together. So, this might be it. The last moment I can claim her as mine and mine alone.
She knows it, too.
I can see it in the way she tries to slow her breathing down to really cherish me. I can feel it in the stillness. She doesn’t move or speak right away; she just is. Her eyes don’t look anywhere but mine. She’s just present with me, taking everything in.
“What questions do you want to ask me?” I finally ask, breaking our perfect moment that could have lasted forever.
She takes another deep breath, staring at me while I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“What do you and your family do for a living? How do you make money? Why does Arlo come home, covered in blood almost every night? Where is Enrico? How did your family gain so much power?”
I nod. I knew my family would be at the center of her questions even though she has probably guessed enough to know most of the truth. She needs to know about my family.
So, I tell her, “My family has lived in Italy for hundreds of years. We never had any power, no noble blood, nothing to tie us to royalty.