She pushed her hand against my shoulder, tossing her head back and forth. Every movement was sensual including when she pressed the back of her hand against her lips. Soon, she wouldn’t need to worry about making a sound, fearful we’d be discovered.
Never again would anyone dare try to rip us apart.
As soon as I rolled my tongue around her clit, she stiffened, even rising onto her tiptoes.
“Oh, this isn’t… I mean…” Her laugh was also something I’d missed.
Later I would be interested in what she had to say. Not right now. What was on my mind was far too intense.
Devouring her.
I pulled the tender tissue of her clit into my mouth, taking my time sucking until I knew she was sensitive. But that didn’t stop me. I made good use of my thumbs, rolling them up and down her already swollen pussy lips.
Every gasp I wished to keep forever, to remember every movement of her body. I finally dragged my tongue down the length of her pussy. Yes, she was so wet her juice covered my tongue. I concentrated on what I was doing, driving a single finger into her tight channel.
“Oh, fuck. That’s so good.” Every word from her mouth was sultry, the tone lower than before. My, how she’d changed in a short timeframe.
I finally closed my eyes, enjoying the ability of pleasuring her all while my dick ached like a son of a bitch. She wiggled in my hold, murmuring words in Italian.
Something else I’d missed.
With her cream filling my mouth, every action was fueled, much rougher than I’d wanted.
At least at first.
But I’d been a thirsty man for far too long.
So I feasted like a king, using my fingers and tongue in a perfect rhythm until she was rocking against the wall. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, keeping her wide open for me so I could bury my face into her wetness.
Rafaela’s arms encircled my head, hers having fallen in front of her. With her long hair touching my face, I was more alive than I’d known possible.
She bucked against me, every sound she made like a sweet lamb awaiting slaughter. I could tell she was close to the precipice, so I pulled back, sucking on her clit once again. When I lifted my head, seeing the light perspiration on her cheeks was the most beautiful sight I’d had in a very long time.
I craved being inside of her and while I could take her right here, I refused to allow us to be interrupted. Not ever again. When I drove my tongue as deeply inside as possible, she dug her nails into my shoulders with one hand while pounding her fist against the cold, hard steel with the other.
Her entire body tensed, becoming still for a few beautiful seconds until she allowed herself to release.
As her pussy filled my mouth with sweet juice, my hunger only increased. I licked her even more fervently, refusing to let her go. She was shaking in my hold, laughing just before moaning.
Her orgasm lasted for almost a full two minutes and as she finally came crashing down, she lolled her head to the side.
I took my time, pressing my lips to one inner thigh then the other. When I stood, she finally opened her eyes, staring at me with hers remaining unfocused.
She bit her lower lip and finally tugged on her dress, now giving me an evil eye. “You’re nothing like you were before.”
“Is that a compliment or an insult?”
There was something different about the way she was looking at me. “I don’t know yet. I’m sorry. I’m just so sorry that you suffered. If it makes you feel any better, so did I. That doesn’t mean anything changes.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, my sweet angel. Everything has changed.”
I didn’t need her to explain, at least not yet.
But I would find out what her father had done to destroy the beautiful light in her eyes. Now she couldn’t even look at me, as if the motherfucker had beaten the desire from her. Fuck, I wanted to destroy the man and I would.
Inch by inch, dollar by dollar.
I pressed the button for the elevator then gripped her chin, forcing her to look me in the eyes. “I thought of little butyou. Your smile. Your laugh. Your kindness. In a world where kindness was considered a weakness, you provided me with a breath of fresh air.” So much of me hated that I wasn’t certain I could trust her. If she was pretending to be shocked at what I’d told her, she was a damn good actress.
