Page 63 of The Hitman

When he lets me go, I move my head back, gasping for air before suckling at the tip of his dick. I love the taste of him on my tongue.

He slaps his hands against the wall and looks down at me and growls. “Keep going.”

I make eye contact with him as I suck him as deep inside my mouth as I can get him, stroking the rest of his length with both hands. My hands touch my lips as I work him into my mouth over and over again. I watch until I have to close my eyes so I can enjoy the feeling of him inside my mouth and palms as his come leaks into my willing and waiting mouth.

I feel his hands in my wet hair again, but this time, he’s massaging my scalp and my strands with careful touches. When I feel the slip of his fingers through my curls and smell the herbal scent of my conditioner, my eyes fly open. I keep sucking him as I look up his body in confusion.

He looks down at me and groans as I suck his dick and he co-washes my hair.

I didn’t know I could come with no one touching my pussy, but I can. I really fucking can.

I really need to keep better track of all the things I’m learning about myself with Giulio; all the things I never even thought were possible with Ryan.

Not that this is a time to think about Ryan, but Ryan has never washed the sheets on our bed, let alone my hair. Maybe if he had, I would have given him more blowjobs. Actually, I think as I move my fingers across Giulio’s balls and between his legs, I would have given him the best blowjobs of his life if he’d ever carefully detangled my hair the way Giulio has just done, and with the tip of his dick brushing against my throat, no less.

Amazing.

As soon as he finishes carefully maneuvering his fingers through my curls, I push two fingers between his ass cheeks.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he hisses just as I press a finger against his sphincter and swallow his dick whole.

He lets go of my hair to press his slick hands against the wall. I think he’s close.

I pull back, gasping. I have to use my hands on him to finish. One hand strokes his dick in a tight hold while the other presses against his asshole. His grunts and groans and wheezing breaths are music to my ears.

He cries out in Italian. “I’m coming,” he translates. He sure the fuck is.

I watch with rapt attention as his come erupts from his dick in thick, creamy spurts. It covers my hand and drips onto the shower floor, washing quickly away. I stroke him until he’s completely empty and shivering at my touch.

“Fermare. Fermare. È troppo,” he says, pushing my hands away.

He helps me stand, and I step under the shower spray to rinse the conditioner from my hair. I let him wash my body again, but he doesn’t let me do the same.

“We’ll run out of water before you get above my waist,” he says. He has a point.

When we step out of the shower, I let him wrap me in a thick, fluffy towel.

“I need to comb my hair,” I tell him.

“I can do that,” he offers.

“Don’t get cocky,” I tell him with a laugh. “It won’t take long.”

He pinches my ass. “Bene. Sbrigati. I’ll clean the kitchen while I wait,” he says.

He wraps a towel around his waist and walks from the bathroom.

“Um,” I call after him. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

He turns to me with a raised eyebrow and a smile on his face. He walks back into the room, but instead of wrapping me in his arms, he reaches around me to snatch his gun and holster from the bathroom counter. He moves to leave again, and I pull him back.

He’s smiling when he turns to me again.

He wraps his arm around my waist and lifts me up his body. I wrap my legs around him. We both shiver when my bare pussy presses against his stomach. I crush my mouth against his, and this kiss is the best one yet. His tongue sweeps into my mouth; his teeth snag my lip. He bites down gently, and his lips massage mine.

It’s a great kiss. It was a great shower. Against all odds, this has been a really wonderful day that I deserved more than I knew.

20Giulio

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