My feet tingled. My heart went code red. I couldn’t see an inch in front of me. His tongue coursed up and down, exploring every inch of me. He put the tip of his tongue to the tip of my clit.
“I’m so close, I’m so close,” I breathed.
He sucked on my clit in response, and I went rigid, using my arms to lift myself from the desk, mouth open, eyes shut, thinking nothing more than oh god oh god oh god. He slipped two, maybe three fingers in me, and new sensations opened, as if it hadn’t been full enough before, and tears streamed down my face.
My hips dropped back to the desk. He stood over me, beautiful and cruel, and took out his cock.
“Wider,” he said. “Spread them wider.”
I did it, holding my legs open with my hands. I wanted to split myself in two for him. When his dick touched me, I thrust toward him, hungry for it.
“Capo,” I prayed.
“Take it. All of it,” he growled and thrust into me completely in one stroke.
I was so wet he got in all the way, burying himself inside me. He paused there, eyes half lidded with pleasure, and pulled out slowly.
“All of me,” he whispered then slammed back in. “Because you trust me.”
I touched his face, and mouthed, “I trust you.” as he thrust into me.
My fingers memorized his face, the textures and lines, to the tempo of his rising urgency. I love you I trust you I love you I trust you. Warm pleasure spread over my body like spilled milk, until I was covered in it, toes curling, back arching, legs stiffening. I held back a cry and came for him, only him.
When I came down, he gathered me in his arms and kissed my neck while he fucked me until his breathing sounded out in short bursts.
“I’m going to come so hard in you.”
“Yes,” was all I had. No other word would do.
I felt the pulse at his base as he came with a groan. Antonio the invulnerable became vulnerable, and he opened himself to me in his parted lips and slowing thrusts, emptying his violence inside me where it could do no harm.
He pressed his lips to my cheek for a long time, only moving them away when there was a knock at the door. And though I felt the flood of all my previous concerns, including his estranged wife and the shadow of impending death, they didn’t soak through. I trusted him.
He pulled away as if he sensed what was about to happen, the way cats and dogs know when an earthquake is coming. In the restaurant, glass shattered, and Antonio stared into my face, listening. A car screeched away.
“It begins,” he said. “Are you ready?”
“No.”
“Bene. Because I am.”
twenty-nine.
antonio
ene,” I said into Theresa’s neck. Olive trees and fresh air. How she did that in Los Angeles, I didn’t know.
She didn’t have to go to Napoli to make me happy. She brought it with her wherever she went. I didn’t want to leave that room, because I had an idea what the broken window was about, and I knew it meant I might never bury my face in her neck again.
A knock at the door.
“Spin.” It was Zo.
“Due secondi.” I stroked Theresa’s breasts, and her nipples got hard all over again.
She bit her lip and her skin turned into a field of goose bumps. Outside, Zo shuffled away.
“Lean back,” I said, and she did without question. I pulled her shirt and bra down, adjusting them so everything went in its place.
“Thank you.”