Her eyes widened, but there was excitement there, desire. She started to undress, her fingers going to the neck of her bodice,opening it slowly, one breast becoming visible. Full, perfect, nipple hard and begging for my mouth. The sight sent a jolt straight to my cock, but I stopped her, my hands on hers. "Not yet."
I lifted her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist, carrying her to the bed. Laying her down, I kissed her legs, starting from her ankles, my lips trailing up her calves, knees, thighs, the lace strips of the skirt brushing my face. I opened the skirt slowly, untying the sides, peeling it away to reveal her bare pussy, wet and ready. Then the top, sliding it off, leaving her in only the waist chain, the pearls glinting against her skin like jewels on a queen. “The things I want to do to you would make the devil blush, Aurelia”
Her breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping her parted lips, and color bloomed across her cheeks. She was naked before me, her body a masterpiece. Breasts heaving, nipples peaked, curves that drove me mad. I used my finger first, circling her clit, then sliding inside her, curling to hit that spot. She arched, moaning, her juices flowing as I pumped, adding a second finger, then a third, stretching her. I kept on pumping as she struggled to contain herself. "Cum for me," I commanded, “Show me that pussy knows who it belongs to” and she did, her body shaking, pussy clenching around my fingers.
“Keith…” a cry escaped her lips.
I lay back on the bed, stripping off my clothes, my cock hard and ready. "Get on your throne," I said, "and own it. My Maneskin"
My nickname for her sparked something inside her and she straddled me, her pussy hovering over my dick, then loweringslowly, taking me in inch by inch. The tightness was exquisite, her wetness coating me as she rode, her breasts bouncing, waist chain jingling with each movement. But I stopped her mid-ride, my hands on her hips.
Flipping her onto her back, I thrust inside her, deep and hard, the position allowing me to see her face, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Fuck, you feel perfect," I groaned, pounding relentlessly. Finally! I came too, filling her, the release explosive.
After we were done Aurelia sat beside me, her back against the headboard. For a long moment, I just watched her , the way her hair fell in quiet disarray, the faint pink still painting her cheeks. She looked both exhausted and alive. My hand brushed her thigh without thought, not to pull her closer, just to remind myself she was really here.
She turned her head, meeting my gaze , those eyes, guarded yet curious. I almost didn’t say it. I wasn’t sure I wanted to shatter the quiet between us with something as simple as this. But I did anyway.
“My father’s birthday is this weekend,” I said finally, my voice breaking the quiet. “He’s hosting one of his usual gatherings , too much wine, too many people pretending they matter.”
She turned her head toward me, curious. “And you want me there?”
I met her gaze. “I want youwithme.”
Her brow arched slightly, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “As your… date?”
“As mine,” I said, letting the words hang between us. “Not as a guest, not as an employee , as the woman by my side.”
She studied me for a moment, searching my face like she was trying to read the intent behind the invitation. I knew what it sounded like , simple, maybe even casual. But it wasn’t. It was a line crossed.
Her voice was softer when she spoke again. “You’re aware that’s not just a dinner invitation, right?”
I smirked. “I’m counting on that.”
A pause , then the corner of her lips lifted, slow and deliberate. “Alright. I’ll come.”
Something in my chest tightened , something I didn’t care to name. I reached over, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering just long enough to make her shiver.
“Good,” I murmured. “You’ll need a dress.”
Chapter 16
Aurelia
The helicopter's rotors thrummed steadily as we cut through the sky, the vast expanse of the Pacific below giving way to the distant outline of the mainland. I sat beside Keith, the leather seats cool against my skin, my hand resting in his as he absently traced circles on my palm with his thumb. It was the day of his father's birthday. He'd arranged this helicopter back to New York, whisking me away from Elysian Haven like it was nothing.
The island had been our bubble, a place where work and passion blurred into something intoxicating. But now we were heading into his world, the real one, and a flutter of nerves danced in my stomach. Keith looked relaxed in his casual button-down and slacks, his hair slightly tousled from the wind as we'd boarded, but I could sense the undercurrent of tension in him too. The way his jaw tightened when he mentioned the party.
"You okay?" he asked, leaning closer, his voice barely audible over the engine's hum. His eyes searched mine, that piercing gaze that always made my heart skip.
I nodded, squeezing his hand. "Just... excited. And a little nervous."
He smiled, that dimple appearing in his beard. "They'll love you. And if they don't, well, I don't care. You're with me. That's what matters."
Keith's thumb paused on my palm, his expression turning serious. "Aurelia, you're brilliant. Just be yourself. Besides, it's not about impressing him. It's about us."
Us. The word sent a warm thrill through me. In the short time we'd known each other, things had moved fast. From stolen moments by the pool to shared secrets in his hidden cave, where after our passionate encounter, he'd asked me to be his date for this event, and I'd agreed without hesitation. It felt right, like stepping into a new chapter.
We landed smoothly on a private helipad atop a building, the wind whipping my hair as we stepped out. Below, the city pulsed with life. Honking taxis, bustling streets, a far cry from the island's serenity. An Aston Martin waited on the tarmac, sleek and black, its engine purring softly. Keith guided me to it, his hand on the small of my back, a possessive touch that made me feel protected. He opened the passenger door for me with a gentlemanly nod. "After you."
