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Her delicious sweet juices coat my thumb as I press it into the edge of her slit. “So beautiful, just perfect. Rose pink. Hot. Tight as fuck.”
I bring her close, but stop short of her orgasm. “Right there, babe, feel that edge. You’re ready. I’m going to tease you with the toy.”
Flexing her hands against the scarf, her head tosses to the side. Squeezing her eyes tight, she rasps, “Please… Please do anything. I’m dying here!”
I tease her with my fingertip first, lubing her up nice and slippery. She shudders. “My god! Okay. All I can say is wow and you haven’t even....”
“That’s it, babe, it only gets better.” Slipping the toy against her, I let her feel the cool silicone. “I’ll go slow.”
“I’m ready—I think I’m ready. I’m going to die if you don’t get me off.”
I reposition myself between her thighs, opening her wider, then I begin the systematic unraveling of her control. Clit to pussy, I smooth the vibrator through her wetness and begin to apply gentle pressure to her back entrance with the small toy.
Her breath catches, her lips part, and the pink tip of her tongue darts out. As I slide the toy inside for the first time, she holds me locked in that crystal-blue stare.
God. She’s so beautiful. Wild. Hair tossed about. Lips parted on her little moans.
I want to be where that toy is, but that… that’s a whole different animal. We’ll have to work up to that slowly.
When I shift so that my fingers can penetrate her pussy too, the first cry tears from her throat.
“Fuck, Simona. That sound undoes me.”
Flushed with pleasure, panting, and devouring me with her otherworldly blue eyes, she shudders.
I smile. Viciously. Because I’m fucking exploding with greedy happiness.
And then she lets go.
Her scream is so loud. So long. So incredibly sexy that I nearly come. Almost jet my load all over her perfect tits without even getting inside of her sweet little body.
Her whole being is still shaking when she rasps, “More. I want you, Jameson. Deep inside of my throbbing pussy. Now. Now. Now.”
Holy madness. This woman…
Animal. Vixen.
My destruction. My salvation.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Sounds from the street whisper through the window glass into the blackness of the room. Paris is alive out there, but I want to freeze the moment inside. Just the two of us.
Simona, soft, warm, sleeping soundly, is tucked against my side.
If only my brain wasn’t spinning out in a thousand directions with as many questions.
Who is this small, vicious, playful, badass woman?
How have I gotten myself in such a deep mess so quickly?
And I’m not talking about the mess with her and the ugly son of a bitch and whoever is on her trail. I’m talking about the mess of wanting something neither of us is likely capable of offering. Or receiving.
Somehow, in these days, weeks since we’ve met, it’s been like a time warp with her as my only focus. But this isn’t real life.
Cohabitation. Shared checking accounts. Mortgages. Those are real life.
My heart skips behind my sternum. Fuck. Me. I’m not cut out for those things. I can do a lot of things. Being a husband and a father aren’t two of them.