“Your dress was fine, but you look better without it,” I said, as I reached for her and cupped her breasts, her taut nipples burning against my palms.
She lowered her head, her warm lips gliding across my skin. I stayed still, though doing so was a challenge. But Daniela was intent, and I was happy to let her lead, especially if she kept doing what she was doing now.
“Is this your idea of getting back at me?” I said as she went even lower and eyed my cock greedily.
“No,” she whispered, “but this is.”
She gripped the base of my cock and then blew softly against my hard tip. I sighed at the feeling of her breath against my skin, but I didn’t respond. Instead, I let her have her way. I gripped the sheets and stayed still as she squeezed me at the base and then stroked her tongue along my slit, gathering the moisture there.
Then she blew, the sensation of her cool breath against my warm skin drawing shivers. Then she did it again, and again, gripping me tight at my base and licking the head of my cock.
She didn’t go further, just kept alternating between slow, languorous licks and soft breaths. My cock was so hard it jerked in her grip, precum seeping from me at a steady flow. She didn’t seem to notice or care.
“No more teasing, Daniela,” I said harshly.
A short laugh was her response.
She lifted dark eyes at me and then, eyes still on mine, she swiped her tongue across my slit, collecting the pearls of moisture that had gathered there.
It was only sheer discipline that kept me from coming on the spot.
Instead, I released my tight hold on the sheets and then sat up. Daniela slid down my body, the softness of her breasts and the little points of hardness of her nipples tickling against my skin, and my cock again twitched at the feeling.
She was on her knees now, and I stilled for a moment, watching her, long curvy legs folded under her, full, ripe breasts tantalizing. But, it was her sweet mouth that had me enthralled, the lips that still glistened.
I rose slowly to stand in front of her, never having felt so strong.
Or so weak.
I threaded my fingers through her hair and pulled tight. She lifted her eyes to mine and tilted her head up. I brought her closer, so close that the tip of my cock brushed her lips.
She opened instantly, and I fed her, watching the beautiful sight of her taking my length and feeling as my hardness was wrapped in the warm cavern of her mouth.
I thrust softly, hitting the softness at the back of her throat.
Daniela sighed out but then relaxed and took me even deeper, her hands gripping my thighs. I relented and then pushed in again, and again she accepted me.
I kept my eyes on hers as I moved, saw the desire in them. I also saw the openness, acceptance as I began to thrust harder. She continued to take me and soon, I had a hand on both sides of her head, holding her in place as I thrust, moving deeper until she was taking my entire length, her lips stretched wide to accommodate my thickness.
The sensation was incredible, beyond words, but it was a sound that shattered, Daniela’s soft, almost inaudible sigh, one that was a mix of passion and contentment.
I stilled, and then emptied myself inside her.
She swallowed every drop.
I stayed inside her mouth as long as I could, only releasing her when my softening cock slipped out of her mouth. I kneeled in front of her and then kissed her, realizing that Daniela had pushed me to the edge in a way no one ever had.
I realized that I loved this woman.
And that nothing else could be more dangerous.
Eighteen
Sergei
“I have news,” Adrian said.
Adrian’s expression didn’t change, but that he’d sought me out told me it was something urgent enough that it couldn’t wait until our evening conversation.
“Tell me,” I said.
By the time Adrian finished and left, Vincent had arrived.
He’d been on the sidelines since I’d taken over. I didn’t trust him enough to give him work, and I wanted to see how he would respond to the frustration. Now might be his chance, depending on his answer.
“What do you know about Davey?” I asked.
“Who’s asking?” he said.
“Me.”
Vincent exhaled and then sat in the chair across from me.
“He’s Santo’s shadow.”
“I thought that was Michael?”
Vincent shook his head. “Michael just wants to be the guy. Davey’s deal is a little different. He’s not a friend, exactly. I don’t know if Santo has those. But Davey has stuck around for years as Santo’s go-to guy when he wants to bullshit and drink.”
“You think he’d try to strike out on his own?” I asked. It seemed unlikely. With the exception of Vincent and Michael, none of Santo’s men had shown any initiative, and the few seconds I’d spent with Davey left me certain he didn’t have any. So what accounted for this change in his behavior?