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“What color do you think it is?” she counters.
“Purple. But it could also be yellow.” I slide my hand down her arm to her hand and lace my fingers through hers.
Lifting her hand to the display, I wrap her fingers around a purple vibrator. She is hesitant at first, like a virgin touching a cock for the first time. Her timidness is a turn on. She is not pushy nor fake like some women I have encountered. She is quiet, innocent in her gestures, almost too innocent, but it’s refreshing and a challenge to see if I can bring out her inner diva, the woman she becomes when her past partners have ignited the fire inside her, turning her on.
I squeeze her fingers beneath mine while my thumb still rubs the fine curls on the back of her neck with my other hand. She smells divine. The scent of her arousal rising and mixing with her lightly flowered perfume makes me hard.
“Tell me, what do you think this one would feel like inside you?” I breathe the question next to her ear.
“I don’t know.”
“Close your eyes.” I wait until she does. “Good girl. Now picture this penetrating your opening. How those sensitive nerves at your entrance beg with tingles for that first initial deep plunge of a hard cock. Is this one big enough to satisfy you or do you need more?” I move her hand to a larger one and wrap our fingers around its girth. “Do you like it fast? Or do you like it slow?” I loosen my grip on her fingers, shocking her when I spit on her hand and spread my saliva over her palm with my tongue. Then I reconnect her hand with the vibrator and slide it up and down the rubbery veined shaft. She’s speechless, with closed eyes and heavy pants, so I push further. “When you get yourself off, what do you think about? What scenarios play in your head? Are you the good girl getting railed by some unknown stranger or are you the bad girl driving your hips down on a man who lays beneath you, pledging his love? Tell me, giovane cucciolo. Which one are you?”
Her hand springs open beneath mine just as her eyes follow. She steps out of my embrace and to the side. Her chest heaves as she licks her lips, collecting herself.
I grin. “Can’t handle it?”
“More like don’t want to.”
I cross my arms over my chest and survey her for a moment. “That is the first true lie you have let pass your lips when you have been in my presence.”
She ignores me, twists in her spot, and heads down the hallway to a room so black it feels like the dead of night. Her feet falter, the unknown too scary for her to enter. I place my hand on the small of her back and walk her inside. I flick a switch just inside the door. Dim lights illuminate the pictures on the walls once we get farther inside. The room is set up as a lounge, almost a replica of Antonio’s private lounge at Temptations. It’s dark and moody, sexy in a way that sparks an inner desire to awaken.
“This feels like a club in here without the music.”
I sit on the black velvet couch and pull out a smoke. I watch her walk around the room, taking everything in. Her body moves with such grace. It’s only when I fluster her does she become unsteady. She turns back and glances at me over her shoulder as I blow a grey, billowing puff of smoke from my lungs. We hold each other’s gaze before she turns away. There is no doubt in my mind if she were someone else, I would lay her down right here, strip her bare, and make her come. But as I watch her move, something tells me not to. There is an innocence to her that twists my insides. Something so pure, it would be a shame to tarnish its glow.
“Fuck.” I drop my head at the realization and run my hand over the back of my neck.
It hits me, hard. I may have said it before but never gave it any more thought except for the fact that she was mine to do with as I please. She is the epitome of what I lost deep down in my soul. She is wholesome and fresh, untarnished by scarred hands. A virgin in white with no blemishes to speak of. “She has never even been touched by a man,” I mumble to myself.
“What?” She turns back as I stand.
Clearing my throat, I ask, “You ready to go?” I need to take her away from all this. I need to remove myself from all these erotic images.
“Why? Can’t handle it?” She throws back my own words.
“Baby girl, if you only knew.”
“Knew what? That you want me? I do. But you can’t have me.” She smiles with a confidence she doesn’t hold.
“Little do you know.”
“Meaning?” She twists in her spot and walks towards me with the sultry grace of an experienced woman. Which I now fully understand she is not. This is an act. The museum has raised her sexual awakening, and I would all but be there for it, but she would not be able to handle what I would give her.
“What are you doing?” I ask as she stands in front of me, asking for something without verbalizing it.
She hesitantly takes another step, brushing her body up against mine.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“Who says I can’t?” Her voice is low as she runs her hand down my dress shirt and gazes up into my eyes.
She leans in and brushes her lips over the skin on my neck just below my beard. It takes every bit of strength I have to hold back. But when her hand daringly finds its way to the top of my belt and slips her nervous finger inside, I snap. I grab the back of her neck and hip simultaneously, flipping her around to face the couch and plunging her body down on the spot I just warmed with my body. Her gasp is loud, unsure, her eyes wide as she views me from over her shoulder. I flip her back to face me and shift her shredded dress up her thighs and expose her to me. The bare skin of her pussy is swollen and glistening with her arousal.
“Fuck.” I grumble deep in my chest. “Open.”
She watches me, her thighs stiff where my hands tensely rest in waiting. “I am going to ask you a few questions. All you will do is nod. Understood?”
