“I want a guarantee that Gaia will not be hurt.” He said with more conviction than I’d heard from him in all the time he’d been here.
“I give you my word,” I said.
He was in. That was all I needed to know. The hard part would be speaking to Gaia, but it had to be done. I looked for her everywhere, knowing she’d be in the one place she felt the most content.
“Gaia,” I called.
I walked through the rows of books until I found her. Reading. But it was never that simple when it came to her. She sat cross-legged, completely naked. Her pussy already glistening.
‘What if someone else came in here?” I smirked.
“Those goons you hang around with don’t read. You know that better than I do.”
My cock was already hard, and seeing her like this was messing with my psyche.
“Gaia, I’m not the man you think I am.”
She lay on the floor, her beautiful body surrounded by books.
“I know exactly who you are. Undress for me, Arthur Calthorpe. Right here, and show me how bad you are.”
The things she asked me to do were out of my element, and yet I did them. Going against everything I stood for.
She spread her legs, displaying her wet pussy. She slid a finger over her clit, and her moans had me tearing off my clothes. She knelt before me, her lips in line with my cock.
“Fuck me like you fuck the others.”
I tilted her chin with my finger. “You will never say that again, principessa. Ever.”
She nodded, then held my cock in her hands, parted her lips, and enveloped as much of me as she could in her wet mouth.
She moved her head back and forth so I was hitting the back of her throat. Her lips around me felt too good. I held her head and started guiding my cock in and out of her mouth, knowing that if I wasn’t careful, I’d lose control. She pressed my balls gently, and I started fucking her. She began gagging, tears dripping from her eyes, but it was beautiful. I wanted to spill inside her, but this might be my last time with her. I pulled out and kneeled beside her.
“I want to make love to you. I want to worship every inch of you. Let me.” I could not believe those words slipped out of my mouth. It terrified me so much I wanted to take them back.
“I thought you didn’t do fluffy.” She whispered.
She lay down, her hair fanned around her. I pushed her knees apart and settled between them. I slipped into her gently, and she moaned, arching her back. I moved slowly, every time she tried to quicken the pace, I whispered for her to savor this.
“I’ve never made love to another woman like this. Let me do this.”
I circled my hips and thrust into her gently until she reached a release that had her shuddering. I let myself go, pouring all the feelings I had for her, which not even I understood, into this moment.
Afterwards, she lay in my arms, and we watched the sunset. I covered us with my coat, and she fell asleep in my arms. Later, I carried her to bed and lay down beside her, committing every single inch of her to my memory.
