“Tell me you really want this,” I say, and I do not know where these words come from. Never in my life have I asked for permission for anything.
“I want this,” she says. “I want you. And I want you to fuck me with your fingers.”
Roaring desire burns through my body, and my fingers enter her cave of lust. I cannot hold back.
She gasps, rolls her eyes back, and I am consumed by the sensation. I slide my finger in, slightly up and out.
Slowly.
Gentle, and yet demanding.
She grasps the sheets.
I have never seen anything sexier than this woman who moans, gasps and bears me her throat.
I don’t know what makes me do it, but when I open my mouth, words slip from it.
“I would kneel between your legs,” I say. “I would bend down and circle with my tongue around your clit while my fingers fuck you, again, and again and again.”
“Yes,” she breathes out.
So I slip my fingers out, kneel and pull off her trousers and underwear. I lean down and enter her again with my fingers, only now I dig my head into her.
My tongue finds her clit, and I circle around it. She tastes asextraordinary as the finest wine.
“Oh gods,” she says with a shivering voice as she grasps my head.
She rolls her hips once more, and then, a shudder trembles through her body, her core clenches around my fingers, and a deep moan rolls through her body.
I stop my tongue and kiss her instead, over her pubic area and from there to her inner thigh.
I push myself up and slide my finger out of her.
She looks at me with rose cheeks and glittering eyes. A grin on her face, softly biting her bottom lip.
And I cannot stop my mouth from tugging into a smile. I do not even know the last time I genuinely smiled. Not this year. Probably not this decade.
I frame this moment in my mind before I let myself fall onto my elbow next to her.
She turns her face to me, and before I realise what she does, she takes my hand and brings it up to her mouth. She opens it and sucks the fingers with her own juices in such a luscious way that my lips part from watching.
“See,” she says when she is done. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
I have nothing to answer, so instead, I kiss her.
A kiss that will be my death eventually, but it is also a kiss worth dying for.
Antonella
“What areyou doing to me, Antonella Amato?” she whispers against my lips between two kisses.
“It’s Capo Antonella Amato,” I say with a grin. “And I will make you mine.”
Because I am not that ball of anxiety named Sophie anymore. I have been living in the future my entire life. Everything I have done,everythinghas been about the future. But I don’t care about the future anymore.
Since I became who I am now, Capo Antonella Amato, I am not scared of the future anymore, because I am too busy being in thenow. Because this moment right here, this is the only real thing I want to think about. Because I love my life here. I blossom in doing what I do. And I burn for the woman in my touch.
Sophie would’ve never dared speak those words. Antonella does. Because Antonella is daring, and knows what she wants and who she is—and she takes it.
