Page 54 of Worship
It makes me smile because it means I’ve won.
“Quando spingo il mio cazzo dentro la tua figa, voglio che tu gridi il mio nome come una fottuta preghiera. E non mi fermerò fino all’orgasmo così tanto che le tue lacrime si sentiranno come un battesimo. Ci sarà sempre solo me.
When I push my cock inside your pussy, I want you to cry out my name like a fucking prayer. And I won’t stop until you come so hard that your tears will feel like a baptism. There will always be only me.
“Fuck, it all sounds so sexy.” Her voice is deep and throaty. “You’re probably saying the grocery list.”If she only knew.
A smirk falls into place. “It is sexy, more than you realize, Angel.”
“Yeah? Tell me more then.” Fuck, she’s so receptive, wanton, and bold. It makes my dick hard.
“Touch yourself.”
My voice is low. It’s a quiet direction, not overtly controlling, because I want my words to feel as if they are caressing her, gently touching her in all the dirtiest places.
“Un-uh,” she teases, but her refusal is a challenge. She wants me to take her there. And I have a gut feeling her fingers are already doing some exploring.
“Put your fingers against your clit and tell me if it’s engorged or soft.”
I lick my lips, wishing it was my tongue lapping up the juices along her slit.
“Mmm, hard,” she rasps.
“Take yourself there, while I listen and drink my scotch. Spread your legs wide and push a finger inside that tight pussy.” Her desperate mewls are music to my ears. “Pull your finger out and coat your clit with the wetness. Rub it baby, nice and slow.”
“I wish they were your fingers. Make me come, Luca.”
Fuck me.Her shallow breaths float through the phone, and I rub my uncomfortably hard bulge through my pants.
A deep groan comes from my throat as I let the fantasy take life.
“With pleasure…”
“Angel, mi hai cambiato. Mi dai una ragione per credere di nuovo. Voglio dirti che ti amo. Penso di averti amato dal primo momento in cui abbiamo parlato. Mi hai detto di trovare qualcuno che mi dicesse la mia verità e sarebbero stati la mia anima gemella. Sei mio.”
Angel, you changed me. You’ve given me a reason to believe again. I want to tell you that I love you. I think I loved you from the first moment we spoke. You told me to find someone to tell me my truth and they would be my soul mate. You are mine.
“Oh my god.”
Her voice is lost in the fantasy I’ve created. I want to say it all in English, but instead, I sit quietly and listen to her breathe, listen to all her tiny little gasps as I continue telling her everything in my heart, because after I break us both, I may never have another chance to tell her any of this.
She may never forgive me Friday, but the risk is worth the reward. I listen to her gasp into the phone as she comes apart with my words.
“Tu sei l’unica donna che amerò mai.”You are the only woman I will ever love.
Her voice sounds breathless, ragged and sated.
“Oh my god, Luca.”
“Did you think of me, Angel?”
“There’s only ever you.”
She says the words with zero hint of regret. She’s fucking spectacular. There may be hope for us yet.
Friday
Me: Sorry, can’t make it tonight.
