Spreading my legs wide, he dips in between my thighs and sucks my clit into his warm mouth. I buck upward, nearly sitting fully upward, my fingers in his hair, I breathe heavily. My head lolls back as he licks and sucks my wetness into his mouth. I can feel it, that sweet climax rising, building just to have me crash into a state of ecstasy, but he pulls away.
“Don’t move,” he whispers huskily.
Standing up, his cock hard and erect, I notice a small dark circle of pubic hair surrounding it. Warmth blossoms inside of me making me feel giddy. He walks away, and I lie back down on the floor. A nervous smile on my face. I’ve only dreamed of this happening, and it’s actually a reality. He comes back in with a condom now on his cock. He drops to his knees, grasps me by the hips to position me right where he wants me and slowly pushes inside of me. I wince and moan as he fills me and stretches me. His hand slides up my back, putting me into a sitting position in his lap. I slide my hands around his neck and use my feet to push myself up and down onto his length. His mouth parts, his eyes staring right into mine, both of his hands on my ass he helps me thrust upon him. Up and down, in and out, never breaking eye contact, I feel that intense pressure build inside of me again. His movements become jerky and he leans forward, kissing my collarbone, and I drop my head back, my hair tickling my lower back, I feel him all over me, and in me.
We become one as we forget our pain and feel good for once in our lives. He’s my sunflower, I should have known I’d never feel happiness until we were both together again. My hands fall back, grasping at the throw blanket as an orgasm crashes into me so hard I hold my breath. He growls, biting my skin, and I know he’s coming seconds after me. Leaning up, out of breath, I cup his cheek, and his hand slides up my back.
Another sweet and sexy song coming onto the radio, rain splashing against the window from the hostile storm just outside. Neither of us wanting to break away from another, he stands, keeping me in his arms, and walks across the great room, passing his chair and into his room. He lays me on the bed, my back now on the plush sheets. Sitting up on my elbows, I watch him tug the condom off his cock and go into the bathroom. I lay back, staring at the ceiling, a crash of thunder outside making me jump. He comes out of the bathroom and climbs over me, kissing me once again. I smell like him, the scent of musk making my clit buzz for another round. If we’re going to put our life at risk taking down the trafficking ring, we might as well use the time wisely and I couldn’t think of a better way than him on top of me.
RomeoThe sound of my phone ringing has me stir awake, on the fourth ring I finally pull away from the warm body wrapped around me; Luna, and snatch my phone off the nightstand. I’m exhausted, probably dehydrated from all the exertion. Luna and I fucked three times, and it was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Maybe because I let her touch me, I wanted to hear her moan and breathe heavily so the gag stayed in the drawer. It was a first for me, and her.
“Hello,” I rasp into the phone, the sun just barely rising and casting a glare into the room.
“Hello sir. My name is Gideon. I was told to call you,” a shaky older male voice says on the other end of the line.
Sitting on the edge of the bed my head leaning on my hand, my eyes are closed I remember Kieran saying the man’s name I should have on our crew is Gideon.
“Yeah, I need you to help me with a job but nobody can know about it,” I explain, needing to make sure that’s not a problem.
In the right world of the mafia game, every member of the crew would be loyal to their Don, but since Kieran left, things have been split and unloyal.
“If I’m getting paid, just tell me when and where,” he says, his tone more confident now.
“Two hours. I’ll text you the address.” I pull the phone away from my face and hang up. I’ll meet him at target practice, get a feel of him, see if he’s someone we can trust and work with. Glancing at Luna, she’s fast asleep, her blonde kinky hair spread over the pillow. She’s different. Most woman I know would cut their hair and buy the most expensive straighter for such hair but she’s always had this untamed nerve about her. I love how wild and free Luna’s is. It’s what drew me to her the day I met her. Speaking of not being like most females, today, I need to teach her how to shoot a gun, it might save her life. Tomorrow, we kill fucking everyone. Standing, I cup my dick with my hand. My chest silently telling what comes after the job, if we succeed. Luna will leave. She’ll want to. She deserves to.