Page 100 of The Strength Of A Woman

“It would help me to replace that image from my head with something better and maybe forget.”

I ponder an answer.

“All right. We can do that. Wait for me in the bathroom. I need to check with my men downstairs, make sure everything is all right.”

“Okay,” she says, smiling. “Can you help me with that?”

She brushes all her hair over one shoulder and turns her back to me. I pull her dress up and close the zipper before she lets her hair fall over her back and walks away from me, swaying her hips and glancing over her shoulder in a tease.

I watch her all the way to the door, where she vanishes before I adjust myself and button up my shirt.

I’ll need to do more than that to be able to watch her take a shower for me. Way more than that.

So instead of going downstairs and talking to my men, I take the stairs down and enter a different bathroom on the lower level.

I quietly close and lock the door, grab a towel from a shelf, toss it onto the tiles, and press my back against it.

The light is dim, luckily, so I can close my eyes and imagine whatever the hell I want to imagine. I can even think about her being upstairs, in the bathroom, waiting for me.

But I’d rather have her in my brain how she was moments ago, sweating, panting, throbbing, soaking wet around my finger.

My zipper goes down under my tense touch, and my erection bounces free.

Fuck me, she was hot.

I spit my palm and wrap my fingers around my throbbing cock, smearing the moisture over it.

Tilting my hips forward, I start moving my fist up and down. In no way my cock is as wet as it would be with her tight pussy around me.

The thought that one day I’d enter her and feel all that heat and pressure around my flesh makes my balls draw tight.

Like her, I wish I could prolong this, but that won’t happen tonight.

It’s a miracle I didn’t come when she did.

I’m a little cooled off, but I’m not cold.

I walked downstairs with an aching erection, so let’s call it what it is.

I could fuck her all the way into the Taormina party. The way I see things now, there wouldn’t be any wedding negotiations.

I’d probably just kidnap her and run away with her.

It’s the second time I’m considering this, which makes me think it’s not completely out of the question.

My eyes go to her mouth, and those lips…All happening in my head.The lips I’d want so much to feel around my hardness. The heat I’d want around my cock.

That supple neck of hers.

She’d probably choke on me, and she’d still not stop bobbing her head until she swallowed every drop of my seed.

And then her hips.

Those perfectly curved hips.

I’d grab them and drink the juices from her core while moving my mouth over her entrance, getting a taste of her.

She’ll be all mine.