The Woman in the Wrong Place (Grassi Framily)

I worked her foot until she was damn near purring over the contact.

I needed to stop.

Things were too complicated already.

She worked for me.

She was fucking blackmailing me.

It didn’t need to get any messier.

But there seemed to be no reasoning with myself as I lowered her one foot down onto the ground and reached for her other ankle.

See, now I did slip off her shoe.

And I did start to work the muscles loose on her foot.

But it wasn’t long until her hitched, uneven breathing had my mind on other things. On other ways to make her breathing even more erratic.

And, God, I was just in the perfect position to drive a woman crazy.

Decision made, even if I wasn’t exactly using anything resembling rational thinking, I let my hand slide back up her calf, grabbing her at the knee, then lifting and sliding it over my shoulder.

“Matteo, what—“ she started, breathless as my head slipped under her skirt, as my lips started to kiss up the soft skin of her inner thigh. “You shouldn—“

“Should give you more of what you truly want?” I asked, teeth grazing over her skin before my face slipped fully between her thighs, pressing my mouth against the barely-there material of her panties, feeling how wet and needy she was for me, even if she also knew how terrible an idea it was.

On a rational level.

But on a purely hedonistic and irrational level?

I couldn’t think of anything better as I reached up to yank her panties to the side, letting my tongue have access to her.

I licked up her wet pussy until I found the bud of her clit, then worked it in slow, careful circles until she was whimpering, until her hands were fisting in my hair, until her thighs were starting to shake.

But that only made me want more.

My free hand moved up between us, tapping against the entrance to her body until her whimpers were starting to sound more like moans, until her hips were working in impatient circles, until her fingers were crushing into my skull, demanding an end to the torment.

My fingers slipped inside her slowly, bit by little bit, feeling the way her walls tightened around me, pulling me in, demanding more from me.

Fuck if it didn’t take damn near all of my self-control not to get to my feet, rip off her panties, and slam inside her, feel those walls clenching around my cock, drawing me in, demanding release as her hips moved impatiently against my thrusts.

It wasn’t time for that.

If it was ever going to be time for that.

This might be all we ever had.

And I was going to take advantage of this, make the most of it.

My fingers started to thrust. Slow at first, then gaining momentum as her thighs crushed to the side of my head, as her fingers sank into my hair and twisted, fisted, held on so tight that pain ricocheted across my scalp.

I thrust how she wanted it for a long time before my fingers twisted inside her, stroking across her top wall, engaging her G-spot, a movement that had a low, deep moan escaping her as her walls tightened even more.

My lips sucked on her clit and hummed until I felt that one last, hard, tightening of her pussy before her walls started to spasm, before she was crying out as her body shook hard while the orgasm slammed through her system.

I worked her through it until her walls stopped clenching my fingers.

With one last slow lick over her clit, my face moved away.

I released her panties and slid my head out of her skirt, but stayed as close as possible as I slowly got back to my feet, running my nose up her pelvis, belly, between her breasts, breathing in that blackberry vanilla scent that I would forever associate with her in the future.

Her whole body trembled at the contact as my skin met her neck, then jaw.

It was then that I pulled back slightly, seeing the look of utter satisfaction as well as shock on her gorgeous face.

My lips crashed down on hers then, hearing and feeling the shocked inhalation of her breath.

Maybe she wanted to fight it.

Maybe part of her rational mind was coming back now that the orgasm was over.

But clearly the desire for more drowned out those voices as her lips responded to mine, came alive under mine.

When my teeth nipped her lower lip, her mouth sighed open, inviting me in.

I didn’t hesitate, just slid my tongue inside to toy with hers until her body was wavering into mine, until her hands were lightly sliding up my arms, then curling around my neck, holding on as my lips claimed hers again, taking it deeper, harder, wanting her to feel me there even when I was gone.

It wasn’t until she was letting out little mewling noises that I pulled back, waiting for her eyes to slit open.