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Arriving back at Vinny’s apartment, they began the task of moving her things to his place. Grabbing a cart from the concierge’s closet, Vinny and Annalissa loaded it with the bags of clothes, a few books, all of her music, her violin and Easnadh, as well as her laptop. Another suitcase filled with clothes and toiletries completed the pile.

“This looks like I’m moving in,” she said softly, eyes avoiding his.

“Look at me. Please, baby,” he added. Seeing her gaze move up to his, he continued. “I told you the truth earlier. I’d love for you to move in permanently, but know that your world has been turned upside down.” Stepping closer, he towered over her, lifting her chin to keep her eyes on his. “I’m sorry, babe.”

Nodding, she said, “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on you and the others.”

“It’s okay. Let’s get your stuff upstairs and then eat. After that we can talk more about who we need to check out.”

They made an easy dinner of enchiladas with leftover rotisserie chicken, sautéed peppers and onions and tortillas. Afterward he walked into the bedroom, seeing her hanging up her clothes. He stood in the doorway for a moment watching her in the closet, trying to keep her things to a small corner of his large closet. He waited for the moment of panic or unease. Nothing. Never even brought a woman to this apartment. Never wanted someone knowing where he lived and showing up unannounced. Never wanted a woman to leave any of her shit around. This was his space. His retreat. Smiling, he continued to watch as she bent over to the bag, pulling out an article of clothing and then hanging it in the corner.

Never wanted any of this…until now. Seeing her things hanging next to his felt right. Good. Normal.

Walking up behind her, he reached around her body and scooted her hangers out over more of the bar. “Babe, I don’t need this much space for my shit. You’re here now, so take as much room as you need.”

She turned, his arms still around her, and looked up. Words left her so she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him instead. His arms left the clothes bar and slid to her back, pulling her in tightly. Allowing her to take the kiss where she wanted it to go, he gave her control.

She felt his gift, understanding what it meant for a man like him to give her the power. But she was not interested in just a kiss of thanks. Or a kiss of now. She wanted to give him the kiss of forever.

She opened, welcoming his tongue. Sucking on it, she pulled it deeper into her mouth. This time she captured his moan. Her tongue tangling with his sent sparks through her body as her breasts were crushed against his chest.

Moving her hips, she pressed her pelvis closer to him as she rubbed her core against his jean-clad leg.

That was all the invitation it took before he assumed control. Grasping the bottom of her shirt, he pulled it over her head, their lips parting only for the passing of the material between them. Her lacy bra pushed up her breasts like a feast for his eyes…and mouth. Dropping his lips from hers, he trailed a path down to the tops of her tits with his tongue. He grabbed the material with his teeth and jerked it down, exposing her rosy tipped nipples already hard for him. Sucking deeply on one, he rolled the other between his forefinger and thumb. Moving between her breasts he teased each one, nipping then soothing, sucking deeply until she pressed harder against his leg.

Her hands moved between them finding his jean button. Unfastening it as quickly as she could, she maneuvered the zipper over his massive erection. Palming him with one hand, she pushed his jeans down with the other.

His hands left her breasts and quickly divested her of her pants and panties as well. Soon they were both naked, hands caressing as they explored each other’s bodies. Her lips traced the tattoo on his chest before pulling his own nipple into her mouth. Hearing his sharp intake of breath, she smiled knowing she retained some control .

Suddenly, she found herself hoisted up in his powerful arms as he stalked to the bed. As he set her down, his gravelly voice commanded, “On your knees, babe.” Up to now, sex had been phenomenal, but missionary. Hoping to take it to a slightly more creative level, he moved behind her pulling her ass up as high as it would go. Leaning down, he licked her folds as his hands reached around, pulling on her nipples.

The electric charge sent shockwaves throughout her body as she writhed in need. “Hold still. No moving.” Following his command he gave her ass a small spank, barely leaving a pink mark.

She gasped, the slight sting quickly replaced by a warmth that had her longing for more. His tongue continued to lap her juices, reveling in the taste of her, but for every movement she earned another spank.

Holding perfectly still, she panted as her orgasm neared. The sensations of his tongue probing her sex as his fingers pinched and rolled her nipples threatened to send her into oblivion. But at the moment, that was the only place she wanted to be transported. Sweet oblivion. With him.

Replacing his tongue with his fingers, he reached deep inside to tweak the place he had learned was the exact spot that really triggered her release. Not to be disappointed, she threw her head back just as he moved his other hand back to press his fingers against her rose button entrance.

Screaming his name, her orgasm rocked through her, hurling her farther and longer than she could have ever imagined. She had read about ass play, but never considered herself one to enjoy that. Just that tiny taste and I want another orgasm like that again.

Watching her come so hard and fast, he almost came himself before even entering her. Quickly sheathing himself, he plunged into her entrance from behind, feeling her walls stretching to accommodate his girth.

No longer able to consider anything slow, he moved quickly, rocking in and out as hard and as deep as he could. Glancing at the mirror to the side, he saw her pert tits bouncing in rhythm to his pounding. She had turned her head and he captured her gaze in the reflection.

As tightly wound as he was, he knew it would not take any time for his own orgasm to explode. “Touch yourself,” he growled, then watched in fascination as her hand moved tentatively to her clit.

“Spank me, please,” she begged and he grinned.

Don’t have to ask me twice. His hand came down on her ass and her gasp had him grow even harder. After each spank, he soothed the warm skin with his palm. After five spanks, he felt his balls tighten. “You ready?” he bit out, trying to maintain control. Moving his thumb to her rosebud entrance again, this time he slid it in just barely, but enough to add more pressure to her already aching core.

Fingering her clit once more, she felt the sparks rush to all her extremities as her inner muscles clamped harder on his cock than she had ever felt.

As she screamed his name, he roared as his release poured into her. Pressing as deep as he could, he continued to let her milk him until every last drop was gone. Falling on top of her, he rolled to the side as he pulled out and moved her so that she was facing him.

Her breathing ragged, she felt like the winner of a long race. Exhausted, but elated. Her limp body lay next to his as he tucked her in tighter.

For long minutes they said nothing, allowing the air to cool their bodies and time to slow their breathing. After a few minutes she began realizing what she allowed him to do. Knowing it was very tame compared to some people’s sex-play, nonetheless a blush crept from the tops of her breasts to her face.

He looked down, seeing her embarrassment. “Babe, are you okay? We don’t have to do any of that again, if you don?—”

She silenced him with a touch of her fingers on his lips. A shy grin appeared on her face. He watched her carefully, but the grin spread to a twinkle in her beautiful green eyes.

“It was…um…I liked it,” she admitted.

His heart lighter, he asked, “You’re sure? I don’t ever want you to be uncomfortable.”

Giggling, she said, “I never imagined that it would feel so…um…good.”

“Good? That’s all you’ve got to say is that it was good?” he joked, a pretend hurt look on his face.

“Um…great? How about amazing, fantastic, hot, and orgasmically phenomenal?” she asked, her blush deepening.

Throwing his head back in laughter, he said, “Orgasmically phenomenal? I’ll take that, princess. I like that.”

Pulling the covers up over their cooling bodies, he tucked her in tightly. With her head on his chest, her arm across his stomach and leg across his thighs, he ran his hand through her silky hair.

As she drifted off into a sated slumber, he could not believe that this amazing woman was in his bed. In his arms. In his life. And he knew…this was forever.