The Hitman’s Angel

She hums, looking around the room. “This is beautiful, Lenin.”

My groan can’t be trapped. When she says my name in that breathless voice, she might as well be sucking my cock. I clear my throat. “It is sufficient.”

When I pass Margaret to enter the bathroom, she draws in a quick breath, releasing it in what seems like relief when I don’t touch her. Her actions create a weird feeling in my belly. Hurt, perhaps? I’m not sure what hurt feels like, so I can’t be sure. To distract myself, I turn on the bathroom light and fill the bathtub with water, adding enough lavender-scented body wash to make bubbles foam in abundance on the surface. When I’m finished, I turn to find Margaret standing in the doorway of the bathroom, watching me.

“Thank you.”

I nod and start to leave the bathroom so she can have some privacy, but I stop in my tracks when she lays a hand on my arm. “Lenin?”

My shaft grows stiff, elongating in my pants. “Yes?”

My chews her lip, apparently unaware of the physical predicament she puts me in just by speaking, breathing, existing. “It’s just that…a-and it’s not like I’ve given a ton of thought to when or how I would lose my virginity, but I thought there would be like, I don’t know, three or four dates first. A-and a bunch of kissing leading up to the main throw down. You know?”

“I have no plans to throw you down.”

“I didn’t mean that literally.”

“However, in the future, there will be times when I do throw you down, Margaret.”

An uneven laugh sails out of her. “Can we just focus on this first time, please?”

“I am very focused on it, angel.”

She blows out a breath. “Noticed that.”

It’s totally possible I’m wrong, but I think her adorable rambling has given me an understanding of why she’s suddenly nervous around me. “Will we spend some time kissing and going on dates before I fuck you, Margaret?”

Her mouth opens and closes. “You would do that?”

“It will be painful, but it’s more painful to have you scared of me.”

She frowns. “I’m not scared of you. I’m scared of, um…”

“Tell me.”

“You know.” She glances down at my cock and turns pink. “The pain.”

I lift a hand and cup her cheek. “It’s my job to make sure the pleasure outweighs the pain your first time, Margaret.” My thumb travels over the soft, plumpness of her lower lip. “And I take my job very seriously.”

Margaret regards me for a moment before stepping closer, seemingly fascinated with my chin. “You’re not frustrated?”

“Nyet. You almost gave me a hand job in the restaurant and tell me you like to be called little girl by Lenin, now you want to wait. It makes perfect sense to me.”

A smile spreads across her face. “Oh wow. That was some serious sarcasm.”

I pinch my index finger and thumb together. “Maybe a little bit. I’m learning from the best.”

She laughs quietly. “I like you.”

My heart expands to the point of nearly exploding out of my chest. “You do?” I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “That is good, angel.”

“I’m going to take my bath now.”

I grunt. “And then we kiss for a while.”

“Yes.” She presses her lips together and casts a glance toward the bathtub. “Are you going to watch me?”

“That would be my preference.”

Her cheeks bloom with color. “Okay.” She leaves me to walk toward the tub and I mourn the loss of her body heat. My blood grows hot as molten metal when she removes her T-shirt and bares her tits. I’m incapable of stopping myself from reaching down and running the heel of my hand up and down the ridge of my cock. The most beautiful creature in the world is giving me a private show. It’s impossible to believe I’ve gotten so lucky after the life I’ve led, but I’m powerless to do anything but enjoy as Margaret unzips her tiny shorts and lets them drop, leaving her in nothing but the blue panties she wore before. Knowing they still carry her orgasm makes me insane to give her another one.

She flips her long, dark hair and regards me over her shoulder. I wish to commission a painting of the sight, it’s such perfection. Just as I commit it to memory, she leans forward slowly, bracing her hand on the edge of the tub to test the temperature. The movement thrusts out her backside, and I salivate over the smooth, round mounds of her ass, the way her panties hug those curves. Someday I’ll push those cheeks apart and drive my tongue into her little virgin asshole until she screams for Daddy.

Her panties slip down her thighs next and I sink my teeth into my lower lip until I taste blood. Bent over as she is, I can see her pussy from behind and it’s everything I can do not to mount her like a beast. In excruciating pain, I have to turn away from the sight of her and breathe deeply, counting to ten and back.