I tread lightly as I cross the room but three years of being hunted have made Eliza aware of her surroundings. She turns to face me, furrowing her brow as she watches me approach.
"Adriano?" She looks up at me questioningly. In her bare feet she's a good ten inches shorter than me. I notice she wearing jeans that have seen better days and a white shirt similar to the one she had on yesterday. Her clothes are abysmal. I'll need to rectify that.
I hold my hand out to her. She stares at it for a second, trying to decide what taking it will mean. After several beats, she places her delicate fingers on the palm of my hand. I pull her back into the bedroom and slide the balcony door shut.
"What is it?" she asks.
I curve a hand around her cheek. Her skin is soft but cold after being outside. I walk her back until she's trapped between me and the wall. I could take what I want from her. She wouldn't be able to resist. But that's not the man I am. Whatever darkness lives in me, forcing a woman is a line I will not cross.
"Do you want this?" My voice is raspy.
"Yes."
"I won't be gentle." Even if I was the type of man to make love, this wouldn't be the time for it.
She blinks and looks up at me. "I don't want you to be."
I'm normally not a kisser but I have to taste her perfect pink lips. They're cold at first but soon warm up as my mouth brushes over them. Pushing my body against hers, I deepen the kiss, plunging my tongue into her mouth. A hint of the wine we had with dinner lingers but the predominantly minty taste tells me she found the toothbrush in her bathroom.
I keep her pinned against the wall with my body and take my time with her mouth. She makes a sound against my lips that goes straight through me. Her hands find my shirt and she grabs fistfuls of it like she needs something to hold onto.
I slide my hand into her silky hair and tilt her head back to get access to her throat. She arches into me, her breath coming faster. Beneath my lips, her pulse races, going as fast as mine.
Breaking the kiss, I start to unbutton her shirt. It's taking too long so I grasp the edge of the hideously functional garment and rip it open. I definitely have to buy her new clothes now.
"Take those off," I tell her, pointing to her black pants.
If I was in any doubt that she wants this, the speed at which she removes her trousers would banish it. She almost falls in her haste to get out of them. I have to steady her with a hand beneath the elbow.
Her cheeks redden slightly as I take in the glorious sight of her in her underwear. The white cotton bra and panties are utilitarian, designed for comfort not seduction. Women spend a fortune on lingerie to impress me but I have never desired any of them as much as I do Eliza.
She gasps as I yank her white cotton bra down and latch onto her plump nipple. Tangling her fingers in my hair, she tries to press my head closer. Like I said last night, she's a greedy little thing.
I wrap my lips around her nipple and pull until it stiffens into a tight peak. Then I give the other one the same attention. Eliza wiggles her hips impatiently. Her responsiveness pleases me.
I slide my hand down her stomach and into her underwear and find her soaking. She gasps and grabs my forearm. She clings onto me as I work her slowly, watching her face the entire time. I make her come before I've even taken my pants off.
She shudders against the wall and bites down on her lip to keep the sound in but she can't hide her reactions from me. I notice every detail.
When her orgasm is over she's flushed and unsteady. She looks at me like she's not sure what just happened to her. I know the feeling.
Reaching down, I unfasten my pants to free my painfully hard cock.
"If I don't get inside you I might die." I didn't mean to say that out loud.
Eliza grins wickedly. "I wouldn't want that."
She drags her panties down and lifts a leg over my hip as I thrust inside her, driving all the way in. Fuck. She's tight, wet and utterly perfect. This feels like it was always meant to happen.
As I thrust into her, she moves with me, matching the frantic pace I set.
"Fuck! Your cunt was made for me."
I brace one hand on the wall beside her head and drive into her until she's crying out against my shoulder. Her nails rake down my back. I feel it through my shirt and I want more of it. I want every mark she's capable of leaving on me.
Encouraging Eliza to wrap her legs around my waist, I carry her to the bed, my cock still inside her. I pull out, drop her onto the bed and flip her onto all fours. Standing behind her, I grabher waist to hold her steady as I plunge back into her welcoming heat.
"Adriano!" she whimpers as I drive into her harder and faster.
