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“Sweetheart, you are beautiful, and your smell…” I trailed off, as I breathed her in.

“Smell?” she cried, as though mortified.

“You smell unbelievable,” I corrected, moving my lips over her, “Fucking incredible,” I confirmed, and licked her. At that real touch, she stilled. I had the feeling she wasn’t breathing, “Breathe, baby, we’re just kissing,” I told her, as her hands came to my head, hesitantly weaving into my hair. “Let me kiss you,” I murmured, and then applied myself to that very task.

I slid my tongue up and down her folds, burrowing inside to find her clit, hard and swollen already, and then down to dip inside her. Her strong thighs clenched around my head, as she moaned. I put my hands under her ass, and lifted her hips to my face, feasting on her, destroying her. She arched her hips, pressing herself closer to me, as I teased her clit with circles and sucking.

“Elliot –“ she panted out. Her pussy was twitching under my tongue, and I could tell that her release was rushing toward her. I wet my thumb in her juices, the same one she had sucked, and teased her opening, inching in and out at the entrance, as my tongue continued to chase her toward that precipice of pleasure I wanted her to fly from.

“Is that good, sweetheart?” I asked as she raised her hips to meet my shallow finger pumps. She nodded, her face red and strained with pleasure.

“Not inside though. Don’t put it inside,” she murmured those intriguing words, before flopping back on the bed. I put aside my curiosity and returned to wrecking her with my tongue.

When she came, her whole body tensed, arching off the bed, and into my waiting mouth. Her hand pressed my face against her pussy, grinding against me, as her muscles pulsed and contracted. Her face was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. She looked thoroughly shocked by her own pleasure, overcome, overthrown, as though I’d stormed the castle of her body and taken control without a single casualty.

I lapped up the aftermath of her pleasure, drawing it out until she was a limp heap on the bed of sprawled limbs and ribbons of hair spread over the comforter.

Ignoring my own aching hard-on, I sank back on my heels, as she sat up. Her cheeks were pink, and I saw that increasingly familiar embarrassment had reappeared in her eyes.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” she muttered, coloring all the more. Her eyes fell to my lap, and the long, thick bulge that was my ignored dick, “I should-“ she trailed off, clearly out of her depth. I swallowed down the ache in my blue balls.

“Sweetheart, are you a virgin?” I asked her.

“Is it so obvious?” She asked. My heart tremored in my cold, dead chest. I’d been so jaded for so long, living in a vicious, cut-throat world where nothing was sacred nor respected, it was startling that a woman like Mia could be practically untouched. The only touch her body had known was mine. I was first, the thought, as primitive as it was, only stoked my hunger for her.First, and last.A possessive voice whispered inside me, a voice born of a lifetime of getting exactly everything I’d ever wanted.

“It’s not something to be ashamed of. It’s rare,” I told her. She shrugged.

“Not in my neighborhood,” she said and cut off as her phone rang in her bag. “I have to answer, it might be my boss,” she muttered, standing up, and running to her bag, bare assed and more gorgeous than should be legal. She turned away as she spoke, gifting me that ass, uncovered and plump as a peach. I wanted to bite it.

“I have to go,” she said, turning back, and seeming to realize her lack of clothing. I held her things out to her, and she turned away, quickly slipping into her panties and jeans.

“I can’t just leave you like that, it seems rude,” she said, fully dressed, and gesturing to my hard-on.

“Don’t worry about me. I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” I told her honestly. “Besides, you have to go,” I reminded her. I hated the thought of her rushing across the city to get back to her bitchy boss, and being berated for running late. She smoothed her hair back, looking torn. “We can continue this later,” I told her. Her eyes jumped to mine. She seemed scared at excited at the same time.

I walked her downstairs. Every step was an agony of unrelieved torture. She left in a rush and was gone all too quickly, leaving only the faint smell of her jasmine perfume, and the taste of her on my lips. It looked like I was heading straight back to the shower after she left. Understanding the puzzle that was Mia Rossi was one I was looking forward to unraveling.

Chapter 6

Mia

Stefania yelled an angry tirade at me for taking so long and I was so worried she’d read my guilty face and know exactly what had kept me, I stayed quiet and took it.

Dominique gave me a sympathetic look when I got back to my desk, and I spent the rest of the day working with my head down, while my mind lingered again and again over what had happened with Elliot in his bedroom.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The smell of his skin and hair, fresh from the shower, the soft, crinkling feather comforter beneath me, and the sound of birds singing in that garden at the back of his house. The feel of his tongue against me in a place I had barely gathered the courage to explore myself was emblazoned across my mind and like a broken reel, it wouldn’t stop playing.

I was shocked at myself, and deeper, in my very heart of hearts, strangely proud. For years in high school, while my friends figured out their sexuality with drunken spin the bottle first kisses, and fumbling in cars after basketball games, I’d been the one at home, hearing about it over the phone. Later in college, it had been the same thing. Not that I hadn’t had the chance in college, more that I hadn’t felt the inclination. My father’s rhetoric was too deeply embedded, it would take a force of nature to shift it. A force like Elliot Winter. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything. Everything about him turned me on, from his arrogant smirk to his challenging banter. The look in his eyes as I came, he had looked at me like I was his saviour, and he was ready to worship at my alter for all time.

I barely did any work. Squirming about on my chair, and having flashbacks of the first orgasm I’d ever had was pretty distracting.

As I left later on, it was already dark and a light drizzle was falling. I’d felt guilty enough about my scandalous activities on company time, I’d stayed to finish up odds and ends. As I stepped out onto the street, my phone rang, the familiar sound of my father’s ringtone sending me scrambling for the handset. He rarely called me during the week. It was like he had sensed the shift in the universe that was his daughter forgetting the commandments, and was calling to check in.

“Hi, dad. What’s up?” I asked immediately.

“Nothing is up. Something has to be up for me to call?” He started, and I tried to head him off before he could get going.

“Of course not, I was just worried,”

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