“Uh…Fabio, I can’t think straight right now. Can we talk about this later?”
“Don’t get me wrong, Gabi. I want to take my t-shirt off you, eat your pussy until you’re screaming your lungs out, slip inside of you and never come out until there’s an imprint of my cock that will never make you fit another man. I want to make you feel like never before and fuck your mind to believe no one else can make you feel as good as I can.”
“But?”
“I don’t want to do these things for just one night or even a few, and I don’t want to do just these things. I want the other stuff, too.”
He seemed to be holding his breath, and I didn’t know what to say because I literally couldn’t think straight with my hands on his ass and his cock digging a hole in the thin fabric separating my body from his.
“You can’t blackmail me into this,” I said. “And don’t say that you aren’t because that’s exactly what emotional blackmail is. Unless you want me to act like a guy, say some bullshit you’d like to hear to get in your pants.”
“All I want is for you to be with me. Like…all the time.”
“Logic aside, I kind of feel the same way. I like you being in my life.Like…all the time.”
He grinned. “That’s a good fucking start.” His fingers fumbled with the cotton of the t-shirt and lifted it up to my neck. “When I’m done with you, you’ll give me everything else.”
His stare traveled down my breasts, and I wondered what he saw there. Old woman with saggy boobs that fed a baby before was all I could think about. “Can I have my bra? It’d be better if—”
He filled his hand with one breast and feasted on the other, staring at me with a lustful sparkle. I gasped a moan, his experienced tongue doing magic on my nipple.
When I started to squirm, he released me for a second only to finish pulling off the t-shirt and drop his sweats. I gulped at the sight of the outline of his erection and the engorged tip poking at the top as if his underwear couldn’t contain the size of him.
He said something playfully, but I didn’t catch the actual words. “What?” I was having a brain freeze, caring about absolutely nothing—not that I was stark naked, not that he was much prettier than I’d ever be, not anything he was saying to me—but making that cock do all the bad things it was made to do to my pussy.
“I’ve been trying to seduce you from day one because you were giving me hard-ons from the first moment I saw your ass.”
“Shut up and lose the underwear. You can’t get me naked while you still have that on.”
“I was gonna give you a little show.”
“Not now. Later. Not now.”
His eyes darkened with desire, and he put his knees on either side of my thighs before pushing them, pinning me in place. “Go ahead. Take it off.”
Not needing any more invitation, I slipped my hands down his ass, holding the waistband with two fingers, and pushed down. Then I swiped my fingertips lightly around the extent of his Adonis belt and pelvic bone, enjoying the way his muscles clenched under my touch. I looked into his eyes, a sweet tremble running through me as I realized he’d been gazing at my eyes the whole time I was undressing him.
I pushed down his underwear, freeing his sinewy length, my breath catching, my heart inflaming against my ribs. His cock was so beautiful like he was. The idea of it inside me alone was enough to tip me close to the edge, like if he just thrust in me right now I could come.
His eyes roamed my body, and I’d never felt more exposed. He drew a path from my eyes to my lips down to my breasts, my stretch marks and C-section scar, and the finish line was my pussy. The way he was looking at me was making me nervous, yet, against all logic, was making me feel beautiful for the first time in three years.
I took a similar path starting with his sensual lips and the heavy stubble on his face, down to his long neck, broad shoulders, three-horse tattoo, sculpted muscles of his chest and abdomen and stopped at the perfection of his cock.
His chest puffed up with an inhale, and he pushed his knees up one by one, getting out of his underwear and kicking it off his ankles. Then he parted my legs farther and poised on top of me, the tip of his cock right at my center. “I swear I’m clean. Are you on something?”
“Like the pill?”
He nodded.
“I still have my IUD, not that it’s highly likely I’d get pregnant anyway.” Not the hottest thing to say right now, reminding him I was hovering over menopause, but fuck. I was nervous and my head was so fuzzy that I didn’t even think about asking him to use protection. He was an escort for fuck’s sake.
Another not hot thought popped in my head. “What about the dog?”
“What about her?”
“She’s in the room.”
“So?”
