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“Green.”
But I go slow until I’m past that tight band and I’m in. Oh shit, she’s fucking perfect. Everywhere. I start to move, slow at first until I can take her hard. I wrap a hand around her neck as I bottom out each time, and she starts to speak, words falling from her lips as she pushes back into me. “Tizio, oh, oh. I’m oh . . .”
I lean over her, mouth on her shoulder and I surge into her. There’s an intimacy to this with her, that’s almost too much. I take my hand from her neck to wrap around her, lifting her a little from the table and into me. She’s shaking, moaning, and having trouble breathing right until she suddenly screams out.
“Oh, fuck, yes!”
She shudders hard as her orgasm takes her, and I can feel it. Her contractions from her cunt travel through the membrane and sets off mine. I shoot into her, my body jerking.
I’m gasping and shaking like this is new. Maybe it is, because I don’t think I’ve felt like this before, like my legs don’t work, like my heart is suddenly too big for my chest.
I hold her into me and kiss her as she half turns. Then I ease out of her and turn her in my arms to kiss her, just drop small caresses on her face, her mouth. I look about and grab some tissues from the box that’s now half off the table to clean her up.
“You’re a goddamn fucking mess, Karlee.”
“Prick.”
“A hot mess in the best way, but you look like you just got fucked.”
She pulls me to her as I straighten her top, cleaning up her juices and my cum as best I can. “So do you.”
“Brat.” I pull her panties up and tuck myself away. I’m still a little hard because fucking her once isn’t ever enough.
“Tizio?”
“Yeah?” I tidy up her hair with my fingers because I can’t seem to stop touching her.
She curls a hand in my sweater. “You don’t think I’m a?—”
“Karlee, I think you’re a pain in my ass, a brat, and a pretty fucking phenomenal woman, okay?”
She nods. “Just checking.”
I stare at her. Fierce Karlee’s shy suddenly like she felt that almost too intense burst of intimacy. It’s not because we had anal, it came from something else, a shift.
Unlocking the door, I lead her out and we slip back into the bar’s main area.
What I should do is go home, take her, and make her go to bed. But I don’t. In a corner I wrap her in my arms and slowdance with her. We kiss, little sips, soft caresses, moments of deep earthiness that holds echoes of the sex we just had.
Karlee sighs, arms around me. I’m more than aware of the look this is giving to anyone who watches, but this is for her. She needs to feel wanted and special. It’s one thing to get deep into the play, but holding her is a reward she deserves and maybe I like too. I don’t fucking examine it.
“Tizio, can we go home?”
“Sure.”
“I’m tired.”
When we get there, I strip her down and help her into the bath I run. She can barely stand as the exhaustion of the session hits. At her little hiss when she gets into the Epsom salt-laced water, I get some arnica cream. When I dry her, I make her lie on my king-size bed, ass up, and I rub it gently into the welts.
“Sorry I hit you so hard.” I help her into an old T-shirt of mine and tuck the covers around her.
“I liked it. I wanted it.”
Her eyes drift shut, and when she’s asleep I turn the light out and leave the door open. Guilt made me put her in my bed. Pure guilt. Nothing more.
I check in with the bodyguard watching my place and then I drive off to the address on my phone.
Fucking Harold’s heading to another party, smaller, nastier, full of drugs and morons. I catch him scampering along by himself, phone pressed to his ear. I park and grab him, pulling him off into an alley.
