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I think of all the fantasies I’ve entertained since meeting Michael Luciano, and I know exactly what I’d like him to do to me. I take hold of two of his fingers and insert them into my mouth, closing my lips around them, enjoying hearing the catch of his breath in his throat, before guiding his hand down my body, between my parted legs. This is all new to me, but I seem to instinctively know what I want him to do to me, and what I want to do to him.
“Have you ever done this before?” he asks, not taking his gaze off me.
I swallow thickly and shake my head, my body already trembling beneath him. “Never,” I say, “but I want to. I want you, Michael. I’ve been imagining this for days.”
He smiles down at me as he pulls my panties aside and slowly inserts his now wet fingers inside me. They slide in slickly and I arch my back at the instant pleasure it elicits, opening my legs even wider. He begins to move them in and out gently and kisses me again, his tongue matching the rhythm of his fingers. I moan against his mouth, not able to control my body’s reaction as he takes me to the edge. And then over it. I can’t contain my cry as my body convulses with an internal explosion, as though fireworks are firing within me.
I pant as he removes his fingers, kisses the tip of my nose, and stands up, his erection straining against his trousers. He moves to the end of the bed and begins unbuttoning his shirt, his dark eyes playful as they roam my body.
“I’ve been imagining that for days too,” he says. “What would you like me to do next?”
I smile at him seductively, still charged. “Whatever you want, Michael. I’m all yours.”
He gives a soft laugh then says firmly, “Take off the dress, Cecelia.”
“But it’s a knockout dress,” I respond.
“It is, but you’ll look even better out of it.”
I feel a wave of heat crash through my body as his expression morphs from playful to intense and I do as I’m told. I sit up and take off my dress, pulling it up and over my head, leaving only my damp panties on. I lay back down and stretch my arms above me, my hair fanned around my head like a halo, my nipples standing to attention, all of me waiting impatiently for his next move. I feel incredibly aroused and empowered, more than ready for him to take my virginity.
Throwing his shirt on the floor next to my dress, he leans down and places his hands on my legs. Taking care to avoid the bruising on my ankles, he pulls me effortlessly towards the foot of the bed, directly in front of him. His bare chest is hairless and smooth, his shoulders are wide, and his stomach is toned. He’s an Adonis of a man, a handsome, charismatic, powerful Adonis.
He leans over me again, peppering my breasts, my stomach, my hips, and my thighs with a trail of soft kisses then he pulls my panties down, exposing my most intimate part, a part that no other man has ever seen, a part that I want to give to him, tonight, fully, willingly.
“Michael, I can’t wait for you,” I say breathlessly as he undoes his belt. “Please…” But he does make me wait. He makes me squirm deliciously, until he’s standing before me, naked too. His is the first erect penis I have ever seen, and I gasp at the sight of it, fascinated yet nervous that it’s going to fit inside me.
“You’re so beautiful, Cecelia,” he says, stroking himself a few times before kneeling up onto the bed and crawling over me. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
In one deft but gentle move he parts my legs with his knee and nestles the tip of himself against my center. The weight of his strong, masculine body on top of mine feels delicious. I can feel his cock twitching and the thought of us becoming one thrills me intensely. I have never wanted anything more in my life.
“Now, Michael, now,” I beg.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks again, looking deep into my eyes, making sure I consent before he takes me.
I clutch his hair and answer him with a forceful, desperate kiss as he slides himself inside me. I needn’t have felt nervous; my pussy yields effortlessly around his long, thick cock, making me cry out with pleasure.
He moves slowly at first, repeatedly checking that I’m okay, then he picks up pace and soon we’re lost in each other, mouths interlocked as well as our bodies. I finally understand the true meaning of the word ecstasy as we create waves of feelings so intense that we both shudder violently as we reach our mutual crescendo. I swear I see stars as we cling to each other for a long time afterwards, our sweat-soaked bodies crushed against each other, satisfied smiles on our sleepy faces.
So that’s what sex with Michael Luciano feels like? I think. I already know I want more.
Four
MICHAEL
Back in my study, Franco is huffing and puffing and pacing the floor while the normally unruffled Gianni sits in one of the tub chairs looking pensive. I can understand why. Things did not go to plan at the Ricci base, and we will now have to face the inevitable consequences. Gustavo has been hit—just a flesh wound as it turns out, but it cost us a lot of time and made Franco’s job of containing Ricci harder. So hard in fact that Ricci got away. Franco may be known for his fast temper and willingness to get his hands dirty when needed, but he’s definitely no athlete. Without a gun, he’s always going to lose against a faster, fitter man. And none of us can outrun the trouble that’s now coming our way.
“What now, boss?” asks Gianni.
“Yeah, what now?” mirrors Franco. “Ricci won’t let this lie. It was supposed to be a quick in and out. We took care of the guards on the doors, then we went upstairs to shake Ricci up a bit. He was in bed, no mistress, we couldn’t believe our luck! It should have been as easy as pie!” He throws his short arms upwards to reinforce his exasperation.
“Well, it wasn’t, was it, Franco?” I say, my elbows on the desk, fingers at my temples.
“No, it fucking wasn’t, thanks to Gi’s fucking rat!” He slams a hand down on my desk and resumes pacing.
I look at Gianni. His head is bowed, and he doesn’t raise it to speak.
“I thought I could trust him, boss. Everything was going to plan: slip in, split up, take back what’s ours, shake Ricci up. But no killing, like you said. Be smarter. My contact let us in, as arranged, and the weapons stash was exactly where he said, but I didn’t know he’d double cross us and tell Ricci what we were doing. I got it wrong, I’m sorry.”
