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What if she is with some other man? Perhaps, she ran off earlier to be with him for the rest of the night.
No way. My blood begins to boil with rage at these assuming thoughts.
I raise my fists to knock again, and the door opens before me. A wave of air, laden with lavender and sage hits me.
Her hair fans her face, and her eyes are bright and confused. She slides her gaze lower to take in my appearance. The lights in the hallway are the only thing that makes me see her pretty face; the room behind her is left in darkness.
“Antonio.” She whispers my name, and a habit of fixing my cuffs keeps my hands close to my sides. We stand there, taking in each other’s presence, unsure what to say or do next. She is wearing a white satin nightgown that hits just before her knees. I want desperately to rip it off her body and take her and wrap my hands around her and feel her warmth, breathe in her scent until my senses are numb.
We move forward with our thoughts. She apologizes and tries to take a step backward at the same time as I reach out for her waist and drag her body to mine. She gasps and stares straight into my eyes. She seems confused for a moment but does not escape. She is so flushed against me that I feel the slightest brush of her nipple on my bare chest.
"I searched everywhere for you, Ella.” I drop my voice low to her ears. She shudders and surprises me with her reply. "Do you know how to treat a queen, Antonio?"
A sense of surprise and thrill immediately pulse through my veins. Is she flirting with me? I shake my head and smile, wrapping a hand around her ponytail. "I can make any woman feel good. A queen, a slave, you name it." I speak.
"A slave?" She rubs a hand on my chest. For a moment, I think that she is about to push me away. Maybe it is the effect of the alcohol in her system guiding her, because I could never have imagined Ella planting a hand on my chest on her own accord in my fantasies.
"Let me make up for tonight, Ella. Let me in." She opens her mouth to speak, but I don't let her. The sassiness can wait. My body craves to feel her. I dive into her mouth, and the moan of approval that emerges from her urges me to become more intertwined than I already am. The reasoning is damned, and there is no point thinking so much about this anymore. Something has shifted between us. It's more thanmere attraction or lust. It’s more profound, and like hell, I fear climbing higher to the summit to see the view.
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His hands feast in my hair. He draws every single breath from my lungs while a dull ache spreads between my thighs. I feel dizzy, drugged, lost to the sweet savor of his lips. He groans at the back of his throat, and wetness pulls at my center.
Is this intentional? I can smell alcohol in his breath. How does he know where to find me? I expect him to pull away when the door squeaks behind us, but he doesn't. He pushes me harder against it and offers hungry kisses. I hesitate for a moment because I am unsure of the outcome.
Sex? More kisses? Sex again? No. The answer has to be no because it should end after tonight. Tomorrow is not promised. Knowing this makes my heart tighten and leaves a feeling of emptiness in my core.
It's been a while since I have been with a man and having sex with Antonio would be fulfilling. But when I leave for New York tomorrow, this hollowness he has filled me with will end and my not-so-perfect reality will come rushing back to me. But his passionate kissing overrides everything - it's only tonight so I shall enjoy it. To take all of him, to be selfish for the first time in my life without looking back.
A finger runs a path from my shoulder to my thighs. He slides it ever so slowly and I sense it doesn't suit the intensity of his lips ravaging mine. What is he doing to me? He has now slipped his tongue in without hesitation when I gasped for breath. It loops around my tongue, tasting my gums and caressing my teeth.
"Ella,” he whispers. That single sound is enough to make my knees wobble in weakness. I welcome him into my mouthas he bunches up the edges of my robe. My heart pounds and I am certain that the whole world can hear. This is really going to happen. All the tension I have built up for hours for this man will finely be set free. So why do I still feel uncertain about this? I have been wanting him since our first touch at the wedding rehearsal.
The unnerving thought that things will return to as they were by morning cloud my thoughts now. I will go back to me being the sales agent that cares and protects my family while he will remain the cold pompous business tycoon of Seattle and not the fun, crazy man I met in Italy. I know all this, but I push my pelvis forward, feeling his hard-on through the thin clothing. He moans. Satisfied, I grind harder against him.
He lifts my robe higher and guides me into the room in the blink of an eye. I appear weightless under those strong arms as he reached to turn the table light on. The light is pale, but it does its work. I can see him looking down at me with lust in his eyes. "You have to hold on for this," he whispers.
"Huh?" I slur through my swollen lips. The kiss has made it so I can barely find my voice. Antonio drops to his knees and hikes my robe to my waist. I want to protest. I am shy. I have never had a man do what he is now doing. "Antonio!" His name leaves my lips when he flicks a tongue over my folds.
A tiny flicker. A tiny little bit and my head fell back. He chuckles below me, and I try to pin my legs together. "Don't you dare," Antonio warns between my legs. That single command has me shaking. It has always been let's-just-go-straight-to-sex with men. No foreplay or oral work to set the mood. Things like that make me feel so exposed, especially under the lights. He steadies my thighs with his hands and lifts his head to watch me from down there.
His eyes grow soft for a minute as we stare at each other. I want to know what he is thinking. I want him to talk to me. Slowly, he slides a finger in while he watches my expression change. My eyes roll into their sockets, and I let out a soft moan. I have no control. The pressure feels just right, and he is not going wild or crazy. He rubs with his thumb and pushes into me with another finger. Wetness drips to his hands, but he doesn't complain.
"Look at me, Ella," he says roughly. I maintain eye contact, amazed at the fine lines on his face. He is a perfect specimen. He makes me feel beautiful. He wants me in the same way I want him, there is no reason to be bashful about this.
Gently, his head lowers, and he begins a sensual ceremony. He opens me up with two fingers and sucks between my folds before his tongue darts to lick me. I don't care about my appearance at this point. I surrender to the sweet pleasure only Antonio can offer. He hums in appreciation when I widen my legs, giving him more room.
"Antonio, please," I moan. He slants a finger above my clitoris and circles while he pleasures me with his tongue. I am close to seeing stars and fireworks at this point. Grace had described it this way once. She had warned me that when I found the right guy, I would become a whore in seconds. The thought makes me almost laugh out loud. But I hold back because I don't ruin the mood right now. I am so close to sweet oblivion, and my hands are reaching out to hold on to something, anything to steady my descent from the peak.
"Lovely," Antonio breathes. He dives in with so much pressure I can't hold back anymore. I wrap my legs around his head, grip the table's edge, and scream his name while struggling to keep my vision straight. He doesn't let go until Icome down from my high. It takes minutes, maybe even hours before I summon the willpower to look him in the eyes.
Oh, come on. He has a gleam in his eyes, and he is smiling. But it’s not the smile I. have realized. This is new and it shows how genuinely happy he is. The corners of his eyes cringe, and his eyes sparkle. This is something that will stick to my memory. I will never let this one go.
Growing pink, I move quickly to lift my legs from his shoulder. My hands land on the narrow entry table beside the door, and the small lamp rolls to the ground with a thud. Way to go, Ella. It seems that the noise echoes through the entire building. Antonio finds it amusing. At least one of us does. I am so embarrassed so I adjust my robe and arrange myself, not knowing what else I could possibly do at this point.
He doesn't touch me as I try to compose myself. He watches and cracks up like a child before telling me to relax. "Come," Antonio says and beckons to me with a hand.
Chapter 9
