At the first touch, I contract my legs from the sensitivity. I sigh and begin to masturbate slowly, with long circular movements from the entrance to the hottest spot.
With my free hand, I squeeze one of my breasts. I run my fingertip over the entrance and make a few short penetrations, thinking about what her tongue would be like there.
I increase and intensify the movements with the illusion of having accepted to be with her body there, on top of mine, doing my bidding. Her mouth would be sucking all over my neck and nipples while he slowly penetrated me as a form of torture.
Sighs and a barely contained moan announce that the climax is coming. Involuntarily, I arch my back and squeeze one of my nipples hard.
It's not so easy to accept that a younger woman, who was once my defendant and has dozens of lawsuits against her, takes possession of my body for herself, but I never said I wouldn't let her take over my thoughts. Even the most indecent ones.
I stare at the crystal chandelier, ecstatic as I feel the drowsiness that only a good orgasm can provide, and I can't wait for my eyes to close.
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"Nós estamos vivos nesses mesmos dias, nesses mesmos anos. Mesmo plano, hora exata. Você me ama, eu te amo. Alinhamento milenar, você não acha?" – Jão
As the lyrics to Muse’s "Uprising" play through my head, I walk down the hallway toward my suite. I open the door and come face-to-face with a glowing Vanessa.
"You had sex." I point a finger at her. She just laughs and refills her wine glass.
Whenever Vanessa has been with someone, she carries a certain aura. She’s less enigmatic, lighter; that’s the only way I can describe my friend’s post-coital daze.
"And you’re clearly thrilled, yet here you are, back in the room," she counters, pointing back at me as if she’s just exposed a state secret.
"That means the redhead settled for some kissing but wouldn't go any further." I grab a glass to join her, a smirk playing on my lips.
"Who was it this time?"
"A delightful advisor traveling with the party delegation. She had to stay a few extra days to pick up campaign materials. But enough about me. How did it go with Megan?"
I lean back in my chair, finally letting myself relax. "She’s perfect, Vanessa. There’s really no other word for that woman." I take a sip of wine and run a hand through my hair. "I’m dangerously close to losing my edge with her."
"Lose it. You need to. Just make sure you respect her boundaries, because she doesn't strike me as the easy type."
"She isn’t. She’s constantly worried about her public image. And don't interrupt me, V, I know she’s right to be."
"She has no idea how much she’s playing you just by refusing to sleep with you on the first date," Vanessa says, her voice full of amusement. "You’re such a slut, Kelsey."
"Look who’s talking. I bet you don’t even know the name of the woman you were with today."
"I honestly don't. You don’t need all that red tape just to get laid." I roll my eyes and smile after another sip of wine. "Gio called today, by the way. He wanted to give us a heads-up that an important document regarding the nightclub in Brasilia is on its way. He needs us to review it."
"Does your sister want me to become a brothel accountant now?" I arch an eyebrow, but Vanessa shakes her head. "Then please, explain why I still can’t get the access codes."
"She has suspicions about Felice. She thinks he’s using the organization for his own side-hustles." Vanessa stands up and sets the bottle on the table. "Anyway, if I need your help with it, I’ll let you know."
"Of course I’ll help investigate that piece of shit. Felice probably has a reserved seat in hell, Vanessa."
"He’s still my brother," she says softly.
"He’s also at the top of the list of the worst people I’ve ever worked with. Give him an inch and he’d be trafficking people on our ships."
"He’s complicated," she sighs, resting her hands on the table and looking at me with pure exhaustion. "How about we send some flowers to your judge tomorrow?"
"Excellent idea. I’ll write a note to go with them. Will you handle the delivery?"
"Sure thing, Peanut." I watch as Vanessa leaves the room and heads for her own quarters, likely to start digging into whatever mess her brothers have made.
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