It had been six years since she died; six years that somehow managed to feel like yesterday. Her murderer had infiltrated our organization, making himself invaluable for years, until he applied to move to the position of her guard. We'd missed what he truly was, all of us, but I vetted him when he applied. I saw his commendations from the capos, saw that he was valuable and loyal.
Little did I know he’d been holding onto a revenge plot way back from my first hit at eighteen. He’d played the long con perfectly, and we’d never seen him coming.
Maybe Sailor and I could bond over the loss now that we were more comfortable with each other. She’d tried bringing it up on our first date, and I’d shut her down. Perhaps I was too scared to open up those old wounds, but it might bring us closer if I did. Then again, if her parents died tragically, then she might not want to talk about it.
I heard the mechanism in the door work as it unlocked, and looked up at Sailor coming in.
“You have to feel this!” she exclaimed, trying to force her shopping bags to fit through the door with her.
“What is it?” I asked, rising from the chair and heading over to take her things from her.
“My skin. I’ve never felt anything as soft.”
She smelled divine, and her face was glowing. Whether it was from the facial or her excitement, I wasn't sure.
Setting the bags on the couch, I stroked my fingers over her arm. “That is soft.”
She giggled. “Unbelievable, huh?”
Her pureness and enthusiasm for something I took for granted stole my breath, and I pulled her close to me, crushing my mouth against hers. Immediately, she clung to me, digging her fingers into my hair and tugging my head closer. The scent of her surrounded me, making me hard, and I forgot about all my worries as we kissed.
“This has been a great day off,” she mumbled against my skin as she kissed my throat.
“Better now that you’re back.”
“Do you want to see what I bought?” she asked breathlessly.
“In a minute.”
Picking her up, I carried her through the open bedroom door and laid her out on the coverlet. She gasped when I yanked on her pants, desperately removing any barrier to what I wanted. Spreading her thighs wide, I kissed her scar and down to herpussy before sucking her clit into my mouth. She cried out, and I felt how wet she was when I added two fingers inside her. Curling them, I went deeper and licked her harder, faster, needing to hear her come more than I needed anything else.
“Noah,” she ground out.
I kept working her until she exploded, the sound of my name changing to a scream. Only once she was trembling on my bed did I stand up, looking down at her.
“Massages, shopping, and an orgasm all in one day.”
I chuckled. “You’re welcome.”
Holding her arms out to me, Sailor silently asked me to join her. Shedding my clothes as fast as possible, I watched her remove her sweater, displaying her tits for me. Laying beside her, I grabbed them, lowering my mouth to suck on them. She surprised me by sitting up, throwing her leg over my waist and straddling me. When she sank down on my cock, I groaned loudly, grasping her hips to move her as fast as I could.
“Goddamn.”
She looked so beautiful above me, her hair falling out of its updo and tangling around her shoulders. Her eyes glowed down at me, more golden brown today, and I felt my chest tighten.
I would give up anything for her, and that brief thought terrified me. Seeing her happy and safe was more important than shady deals and generations of tradition.
“Oh, God.”
Her words brought me back to the moment, and I focused on her face as she clenched around me. “Ride me faster, baby.”
She sped up, reaching down to touch herself, and I felt her fingers graze over my cock. Gritting my teeth, I pounded up into her as the need to come overwhelmed me.
“That’s it, that’s it,” she moaned.
When she came, I let go and came with her. We sprawled back, completely spent.
“I love you,” she whispered.
