I trace my fingertips along her collarbone, down the curve of her breast, watching goosebumps rise in their wake. "I want to remember every inch of you this time."
I lower my mouth to her skin, taking my time as I kiss and lick. I explore her body with deliberate slowness, learning what makes her sigh, what makes her moan, what makes her whisper my name in reverence.
Her breath catches as I press my lips to her inner thigh.
"You're torturing me," Olivia gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
"Good things come to those who wait," I murmur against her skin.
Her laugh turns into a moan as my tongue slides over her pussy, finding her wet and ready.
"Dom.”
I decide not to make her come now. I want her first time tonight to be when I’m inside her.
I slide up her body, gently biting and then licking her nipples. Her hands roam my back, nails digging into my skin.
The sting only heightens my desire.
God, I want to be inside her so fucking badly.
“I need you,” she says on a desperate moan. She opens to me, seeks my heat.
Unable to resist any longer, I thrust once, sinking into her fully. "Look at me," I demand, needing to see her eyes.
She does, and something electric passes between us. For a moment, we still, as if we’re afraid of what it could mean.
Not wanting to think too much about it, especially now, I roll us over, letting her take control.
She moves above me with the grace of a dancer. Her head is back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. I sit up, needing to taste her skin.
My arms wrap around her, and I drag my tongue down her neck and lower, flicking it over her nipple and then sucking. Her pussy contracts around me until I can barely breath.
“Oh God…” Her rhythm becomes erratic as she rides me.
I flip us again, pinning her beneath me, my movements growing harder, faster, as we seek our pleasure.
We move together in perfect rhythm, her legs wrapped around my waist, her eyes never leaving mine.
I want to watch her come undone, want to be the cause of it.
"Let go," I urge against her ear.
“Dom!” Her pussy contracts and instantly, I’m with her, crashing over the edge. But it’s more than pleasure flooding my body. There’s something deeper.
It's overwhelming, terrifying in its intensity.
I bury it immediately, focusing instead on the impossibility of our situation.
I'm a mafia don. She's an FBI agent.
There's no future where this ends well for either of us.
Emptied and boneless, I lay beside Olivia in the aftermath. Any moment, she’s going to say how wrong this is and ask me to leave. Until then, I stay put.
She lets out a long, satisfied sigh. “I hope you don’t think this butters me up to divulge information.”
I’m not sure if she’s kidding or not. “Wanting information and fucking you are two different things, although, if it works?—”
