“Come in,” he said, teetering on the edge of seduction.
I follow him into his kitchen. His entire back was covered in a large mural skull tattoo. The look gave him a completely different tone—like he wasn’t scared to bury you in the backyard. Taking my focus away from his body, I observe his place which wasn’t what I expected, although I wasn’t sure what to expect from him. The color scheme was grey, white, and cream.
“Coffee?” he asked, breaking the awkwardness.
“Okay.”
As he made a pot of coffee, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Looking at his back as his muscles flexed with each movement, I started breathing heavier and needed to look away. No one has ever set foot in his condo; I doubt even Luca. It was as though I unlocked a secret code. The layout of the condo was an open concept. Walking around the place, I look at the art on the walls.
“I didn’t take you as an art fanatic.”
“I have my interests,” he voiced from the kitchen.
There was one piece that caught my eye. It was in the dining room—DaVinci’s mural of The Last Supper painted onto the stone wall to replicate the original. The center of the room had a long, dark wooden slab table with a chandelier that hung over it.
“For someone from the South Side, you’ve grown accustomed to nice things,” I comment.
“When life changes, you need to keep up with it.”
I saw him looking at me as he leaned against the wall with his shoulder.
“What made you call me over?” I asked.
“You think showing up in that dress last night wouldn’t get my attention?”
“Did it?”
“The only time you should wear something like that is when you see me. No other pair of eyes should see what I see.”
Thinking back to last night I place my hand on my hip, “And if they do?”
He smirked, “I’ll rip their eyes out myself.”
Getting bored as we stared at one another, Emilio pushed himself off the wall and walked away. Confused and unsure of what was going on, I walked in the direction he went. Emilio turns down a hall and into a room, all without checking if I was following.
My feet took me to the door opening, which led into his bedroom. It was minimal, only containing a bed with two nightstands on each side. The black bed frame is made from kiln-dried solid mahogany with intricate foliage, scroll and fretwork carvings, and molded accents. It had a sense of Greek-Roman inspiration, and the headboard had a carving in the center with a Gothic gargoyle face.
Watching him, he stops at the edge of the bedframe and removes his pants before lying down on the mattress. He was completely naked. Stuck on whether he didn’t wear undergarments in general or this was an at-home thing, I stood in shock at the door entrance.
“If you want it, Bethany, you’re going to have to come get it.”
Chapter 18
“If you want it, Bethany, you’re going to have to come get it.”
I badly wanted this, so why am I completely frozen in place? As he lay on the bed with his hands behind his head, just observing me, my eyes glided down his body like it was the first time I saw a naked man. His manhood wasn’t fully hard, but it lay against his leg. I knew he was thick but didn’t realize how big he was. How did that fit inside of me?
My legs began to move toward the bed as I removed my clothes. His usual cold and piercing stare was replaced with a savage and lust-filled look. Off went my shirt, then my bra.
“Leave the heels on,” Emilio said. “And take down your hair.”
Removing my shorts and underwear, my final four steps had me standing at the edge of the bed, looking down at Emilio, who remained relaxed. My heart was beating out of my chest, and I was slightly terrified. Pulling my hair tie, I let my hair fall out of the ponytail and cascade down my body—the ends hitting right under my breasts. Climbing onto the bed, I tossed my leg over his body so that I sat straddling him. His cock was right under my ass, and I felt it getting tense, which in return made my body react. Thrusting his pelvis up, he was encouraging me to move up. Wiggling a bit forward, I see a smile cross his face.
“I want you to sit on my face.”
His forwardness shouldn’t be surprising, but I felt like a schoolgirl being told to do something scandalous. Encouraging me by thrusting his hipsagain, I make my way toward his head. When I reach his chest, his hands grab my thighs, lifting me and placing me directly on his mouth. The wetness of his tongue inside of me had me grab onto the headboard face to face with the carved gargoyle. Swerving his tongue and sucking on me felt sensational. His hands grasping my bare ass, encouraged me to begin moving so that I would grind onto his face. When I was moving on my own without his control, he continued eating me out without stopping for a moment. I began moaning and when I thought I was going to cum, he sat up, and tossed me off of him straight onto his cock then lay back down onto his back.
I shout out, “Fuck!”
