“Not yet.” Not until I give her permission, not until I’m sure I can hold it together.
Those panties need to go. I lower them down her thighs midway, then kneel behind her, my face level with her ass. I caress her smooth, firm cheeks, admiring her curves. I like some flesh here, something to hold onto to. And Serafina doesn’t disappoint. When I kiss the spot right above her ass, she exhales loudly. I do it again. She responds the same way.
I reach up and fist my hand in her long hair and force her head back—getting off on a little domination. She arches her back, offering herself to me. Body language says it all and I react accordingly. Tugging her panties down all the way, I circle my arms around her legs and plaster her to my face, shoving my tongue between her folds, tasting that sweet pussy from behind.
We both stiffen and moan from the shock wave of pleasure. From the moment I saw her standing next to Lazaro’s swimming pool, I wanted to fuck her. Taste her. Possess her for however long I could. My tongue explores farther, finding her swollen clit. She spreads her legs wider, quivering.
I pull back then, admiring her hourglass figure and the way her hair reaches the small of her back. I love curly hair, especially on an Italian goddess. There’s no denying my attraction to fiery-tempered women. This one is exceptional.
I twirl her around, still on my knees. She looks down at me, her eyes dreamy and half closed.
“What are you going to do with me, Eagle?”
Do with you? More like, do to you.I bury my face in her pussy, my tongue and fingers eliciting a scream. Turned on and responsive, she’s as wet as I’d hoped. Slowly, I push her toward the bed. I follow on my knees, not wanting to lose a second between her lush legs.
“Eagle,” her voice is full of need.
I’m lost in her, hearing my name but not paying attention.
“Eagle,” she says more urgently.
I gaze up at her.
“I don’t think I can stay on my feet.”
I stand then. We’re at the foot of the bed. “Lay down on the edge of the mattress, Serafina. Spread those beautiful legs for me.”
I let her do her thing, drooling as she rushes to do my bidding. I can tell she’s anxious. She lies back on the bed and I hover above. Damn, she has a sweet face. I dip down and claim her mouth, our tongues swirling together in a mad dance. She tastes like whiskey and me. We’re so close—so fucking close to making this happen. Our kiss deepens as I snake my hand down her body. My thumb finds her clit and I work it hard, circling one way, then the other. She rocks against my hand, pumping her hips seductively. I swallow her cries, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
There’s an undeniable innocence about her and it turns me on more than anything. How many guys has she been with? One? Two? Fuck . . . She breaks our kiss and throws her head back, mumbling something I don’t understand, her pussy throbbing against my hand.
The rush of satisfaction washes over me. I made this beauty come with my thumb. Wait until my cock is buried eight inches deep.
Standing up, I watch her closely as I shuck my cut and T-shirt, dropping them on the floor and sliding them aside with my boot. Her eyes are shut, her perfect nipples hard and ready to be sucked.
Just as I’m about to kick my boots off, her eyes pop open. “T-that was incredible.”
“That was just the beginning, baby.”
“I need a drink.”
Not opposed to the idea, I nod. She slowly moves off the bed and walks over to the table, uninhibited in her nakedness. That’s the benefit of a dancer—their bodies are like works of art meant to be seen.
She shakily pours two glasses of whiskey, then returns to the bedside and offers me a drink. I take the glass and tap it against hers, consuming the whiskey in one swallow. She’s less greedy than I am, taking her time.
I’m like a goddamned cobra ready to strike. “Get another drink, sweetheart, you need it.”
She collects my glass, too, and returns to the table. I finish undressing, and when she turns around, my erection is waiting to meet her. Her eyes widen with curiosity and she looks at me like she’s never seen a dick before.
She shoves the almost-full glass at me.
“Trying to get me drunk?” I ask, taking it.
“Do I need to?” She’s still staring at my cock.
“I’m already high. On you.”
We both polish off the liquor and this time I set our glasses on the floor, not letting her get more than a couple inches away from me.
