Ravaged By Passion

Gavino

Ikiss her slow at first. She whimpers—again, god fucking hell, it’s heaven, that sound—and I drink in her tongue and teeth and lips. The kiss heightens, deepens, and she wraps herself against me. I grip her ass, thick and lovely, and squeeze tight, digging my fingers in and gripping hard. I bite her, kiss her throat, her neck, and I want to take her right now—I want to drive myself between her legs and fuck her senseless. I want to leave her quivering and screaming my name and gasping for breath.

And that’s the last thing I should do. I know it, deep down. If I were remotely smart, I’d step back.

But I’m not a smart man, not when it comes to her.

I pull her from the wall and drag her to the couch. She moans when I pull off her shirt and kiss her chest. I remove her bra and cup her breasts, grunting with utter delight at the sight of her perfect, pink nipples. I kiss those nipples, lick and suck them, and bury my mouth against hers.

She grinds her hips. We’re both out of breath, both panting. Her moans are deeper now, needy. Dinner is forgotten. Our discussion about Malcolm is forgotten. I don’t even know why I brought her here, except for this.

I turn her over and pin her down against the couch and strip off her jean shorts.

She wiggles her hips. As she does it, her breasts shake and her legs tremble. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, at least until her lips part and I pin her down with my weight, digging my hard cock between her legs. She feels my length through my pants, and she groans as she raises her hips and grinds her soaking wet spot down my length.

“You’ve been thinking about this,” I whisper in her ear as one hand moves down her beautiful flesh. This is wrong, a mistake. She’s twenty years younger than I am. And yet I can’t stop. “You’ve been dreaming about it since that day.”

“You have too. Don’t pretend.”

“I won’t pretend. Every second you’re around, I think about what I want to do to you, Jeanie.”

“Tell me.” Her stares into my eyes, and right then, right now, I’m smitten, I’m lost, and I’m not coming back.

I kiss down her neck. Down to her nipples, along her breasts, down her stomach. I peel off her panties, stripping her bare. Her gorgeous pussy is soaking wet and glistening as I slide my fingers down around it and kiss her inner thigh. I tease her, getting her hips moving, her breath coming in faster and faster.

“I want to bring you to the edge,” I say with a shiver of delight and sink my fingers inside. “I want to get you right to the point where you can’t think a coherent thought anymore. I want you so desperate for pleasure that you’ll do anything I ask—absolutely anything at all—and when you’re there, I want to drive you deeper. I want you on all fours, legs spread, touching yourself for me. I want my hand around your throat, dominating you as I sink my cock between your legs. No, Jeanie, don’t close your eyes—look at me.”

She moans as I curl my fingers inside of her, driving them in and out slowly. She meets my gaze and I can tell she’s dizzy with this lust rolling between us, just like I am. I hold her gaze, letting my words do the work.

“I want to make you take my cock deep into your throat,” I whisper as I drop down to lick her clit. I do it slow, so fucking slow, and keep teasing her with my fingers as I talk, alternating my words with licks and sucks on her delicious, supple slit. “I want to watch you gag, and suck fast, and moan as you do it. I want you begging for more cock. I want you tied down to the bed and fucked and used again and again. I want you dripping, spread wide and ruined, and still begging for more. I want you out of our mind.”

“Yes,” she moans and curses as I suck her and lick her faster. “Fuck, god, I want it, Gavino.” She rolls her hips, this beautiful, perfect girl. I don’t deserve her, and yet I want her so badly it kills me. She’s so fucking beautiful it drives me crazy. Her pussy is like heaven, and every lick, every suck makes my cock stiffen a little bit more. “You’ll ruin me. I know you’ll ruin me.”

“You’re damn right I will.” I slide my fingers inside and fuck her as I lick her clit fast now. “I’ll destroy you, Jeanie, and you’ll love it. I’ll make you come so hard you scream for me. I’ll leave you on my bed, naked, trembling, and waiting for me to come take you again and again. You’ll be mine, Jeanie, all fucking mine.”

Her back arches, and I can taste her come. She gasps, groaning low, fingers digging into my hair. I keep going, delighted and crazy with her, and drive her deeper into the orgasm until she finally falls back, gasping for breath, completely flushed red.

I lean back and lick my fingers clean—and admire her.

Long, lean legs. Full breasts. Oval belly button—an innie. Gorgeous hip bones. Ribs, collarbones, thighs, lips. The dimple on her left cheek. The stray flyaway hairs haloing her face. I’m hungry for every detail, every bit of skin, every blemish and imperfection.

I’ve never wanted a woman like this before.

“That was—” She starts and shakes her head. “That was unexpected.”

“Was it?” I kiss her, nuzzling against her neck. “I think you’re lying.”

She laughs lightly and shakes her head before she gets dressed. I watch every movement, enraptured. She’s like a painting I can’t get enough of. When she’s done, she walks over, drains her wine glass, and takes a deep breath like she’s working herself up to something. I can tell something’s on her mind, and my stomach twists, a bad feeling overcoming me suddenly. I’m afraid of what she’s about to say, and I wish she wouldn’t. I wish she’d let this moment be what it is.

Instead, she looks at me, and I see the pain in her eyes.

“I want to ask you about Sonia.”

I go very still. I didn’t want this, not now. Jeanie’s taste is still on my lips, but the memory of Sonia turns it sour. I don’t move a muscle, and I can tell this is killing her, but she has no clue what she’s doing to me right now.

“Why are you bringing her up right after I’ve gotten you off?” I barely spit the words out of my mouth.

“Something happened with her, whoever she was. You two had a relationship and now she’s dead. I see the way you act around your family, like it hurts to be near them, and I don’t—” She hesitates, her hands turning into fists. “I don’t want to end up like her.”