Page 27 of The Last Call
“So are you going to help me or not?”
“You’re sexy when you beg.”
Just as her mouth parts to protest, I finger her slick folds. Quieting all thoughts of protest as I pleasure her. Demanding her full attention on me and what I’m doing to her. Curling my fingertip to hook the bone beneath her clit while my other hand sneaks under the elastic hem of her sports bra and pinches her hardening nub. Her exquisite breasts heave despite her resistance to enjoying me teasing her and a heady glaze dulls her usually bright eyes.
I need her to come. I need her to come so damn bad from my hand and not hers. More than willing to work the hardest I ever have for a woman’s release. Forherrelease. I press my thumb in circles around her nipple, and she mews. But it’s the long stroke of my index finger that makes her shudder. Over and over as she rides my hand. My wrist keeping her in place with unrelenting pressure on her pulsing clit as I massage deep within her. “Don’t fight it Sydney. Let me make you happy.”
She nods furiously. Burning friction against the scruff on my cheek. Yet her body stays coiled tight. Fighting the bar. Fighting me. Fighting herself. Unwilling to give in completely. “Let me give you what you like.”
“I’m going to drop it Julius. I’m going to lose it!”
The only thing she’s going to lose is herself from the orgasm unfurling inside her. I pull my hands away long enough to lift the bar from her quivering shoulders and bend slightly to toss it to the tile. The metal clangs against the unforgiving porcelain, bouncing twice before rolling into the curio cabinet. Shaking the water pitcher and stack of towels almost as viciously as her little body swaying in front of me.
Vulnerable. Terrified. Exposed. Both physically and mentally. Her shivering lips gap open to sputter some bullshit neither of us wants to hear. Fuck that shit. I sweep her up and quell her contentions by shoving my tongue in her mouth. Moaning from her arms curling around my neck and her hungry body rubbing up and down mine. Seeking to re-ignite the flames I created earlier. To burn us both with the inferno already blazing between us.
Proving she wants me.
And, I have to have her.
Cupping the back of her head, I refuse to break our kiss while I walk us to the chaise lounge. The heavy blue fabric still warm from the fading sun as I lay her down and cover her body with mine. Framing her face with my hands while she rasps underneath me. “Ti ho piccolo leone. Non ti lascerò mai andare. Non ti lascerò mai cadere.”
I have you little lion. I will never let you go. I will never let you fall.
A foreign yet easy intimacy between us as she studies my expression. Stares into my eyes with burgeoning hope. Accepts the promises I swear to her despite having no idea what I say.
Unable to wait to for a response, I make my way down her body. Kissing every inch of her hot silky skin. Nuzzling her tits through the mesh fabric restraining them. Relishing her yelp when I bite one nipple and then the other. Ignoring her fists lacking any real force pounding on my back in retribution. Licking the trail down her belly and around her thighs, teasing her by avoiding the area she wants my mouth on the most.
“Julius?”
A frail, confused voice rattles from deep in the house.
Fuck! We’re busted.
I scrape her clit with my teeth and let her groan burn into my memory because a memory is all I’m going to have to keep me going for a while. That and the taste of her from swiping my finger through her dripping pussy one last time. Gripping her chin to force her eyes on me as I suck her juices from my skin and let my own eyes roll up into my head from the sweetness.
Unsteady footsteps clicking on the travertine check my desire and I swivel to sit on my ass. Perching on the edge of the cushion with her legs on either side of me, her tits crushed into my back. Protecting both her and Nonna from the embarrassment of her nudity.
“There you are!”
Grandmother finally shuffles in. The huge smile on her wrinkled face even bigger than this morning if that’s possible.
“I thought maybe you left already.”
“We’d never leave without you.”
My girl pipes in with a squeaky voice before I can answer. All earnest and sincere. Which I fucking love. Almost as much as her arms around my chest and her chin on my shoulder.
“Good! I’ll find my purse and we’ll get going. Now hurry up you two!”
Instructions aimed toward us as she plods away. Sydney sags against me. Heavy breaths of relief blowing on my bare skin once Nonna crosses the threshold back into the kitchen, sliding the door shut behind her. I lift Sydney’s small hands from my stomach. Kissing her palms and each fingertip while her forehead rests against my back. Reassuring her everything’s fine and we’ll pick up where we left off tonight.
“That was too close.”
I hop up and pull her with me. Loving how my restrained strength still smashes her into my chest. “From now on I’ll fuck you upstairs. She’ll never hear your screams or how much your pussy loves my cock.”
“You are such a–”
One last hard kiss before I release her and swipe her shorts off the floor. Kneeling down like the gentleman I am, I help her step her feet into each side. Hating sliding them up rather than ripping them off. “Fino a stasera.”
