Enchanted and Desired (13 page)

When he releases my hands, I let them roam, let them feel, let them explore in a leisurely motion; each firm, tight muscle rippling under my fingertips, intoxicating me, fanning the flames of desire that are stirring inside me. His skin is soft, and yet so firm at the same time. It is the perfect combination. He has a light dusting of hair covering his chest and as I press my lips against his skin it tickles my nose. I inhale his gorgeous masculine scent; the fresh smell of his body wash mixed with cologne, it’s a heady assault on the senses. An almost silent groan escapes his lips and it’s all the encouragement I need. I kiss and lick my way down his chest, snaking my way around his body as if we’re on the dance floor.

When I reach his lower tattoo, I follow the lines of it with my tongue, the intricate words winding their way across his beautiful skin. I am on my knees in front of him, and yet I’m confident I have the power as I look into his eyes staring down at me. Tracing each word with my fingertips I have to ask.

“What does this mean?” I try to spell it out, but my pronunciation is awful. It’s written in two lines, from one hip to the other. “Combatti per ciò che si ama . Proteggere o morire.” His body stiffens under my ministrations and I know he doesn’t want to tell me.

“I’ll tell you some other time.”

Before he has the chance to say anything else, I form a fist around the base of his thick shaft, licking the drop of pre-cum beading on the crest of his magnificent cock. His guttural response is such a turn on. I tilt my head to let him watch as I lick his cum from my lip. “Mmmmm…you taste…delicious.” I take his cock into my mouth, grazing his length with my teeth.

I begin to move up and down the length of him, taking him as deep as I can go, moving my hand up and down, feeling his veins pulse against my skin. He drops his head to his chest, fisting his hands in my hair.

“Cazzo.
[Fuck]
Holy shit Jess. Don’t fucking stop.” I love the desperation in his voice as I continue to work him, circling my tongue around his thick length, flicking the tip on every upward thrust. When I feel his release building, the pulsing and throbbing of his cock in my mouth, I pull away ever so slightly.

“Fuck my mouth Simon, take what you need.” I graze his tip with my teeth as I take him back into my mouth, eliciting a roar from him that is so feral it causes my pussy to clench in response. His hands are tight in my hair, almost to the point of pain as he holds my head in place, pumping his dick in and out, his eyes fixed on where our bodies connect. I look up at him through hooded lids as he begins to increase his pace, thrusting faster and deeper until his cock hits the back of my throat. I gently cup his balls in one hand as the other continues to fist around him.

“I’m so close Jess. You feel so fucking good.” He lets his grip on me loosen, but I take him deeper, sucking him harder, forcing him to climax in my mouth. When his fists tighten again, I know he’s close and as soon as he feels the vibrations of my satisfied moan on his cock, I’m rewarded with a warm spurt of cum hitting the back of my throat. I continue to milk his release from him, savoring every last drop as he shouts my name, over and over again. It is the sexiest thing I have ever heard.

Within seconds of releasing his still hard cock, I find myself thrown over his shoulder as he strides towards his bedroom. The view of his ass is perfection; I just want to take a bite out of it. I get the feeling Simon isn’t used to giving up control when it comes to his lovers, and I’m sensing some unease as he drops me down onto his bed. I can see he’s struggling to suppress his desire to take over.

“So…Jessica. What’s next on the menu? Please tell me it involves me ravishing your sweet little body. After what you just did, all I can think about is licking your divine pussy.” It’s clear to me that I’m not really in control right now, but it’s too good an offer to pass up. I crawl up the bed and raise myself onto my knees.

“Lie down on the bed. I’ll give you what you want, but only if you’re a good boy.” He complies with a smirk and a quirk of his eyebrow.

I straddle him, my pussy ghosting a touch against his hardening cock before I move up his body. His chest hair tickling my folds as I make my way higher and higher until his grin is splitting his face in anticipation of what I’m about to do. “I’m going to sit on your face now, and you’re going to love every second of it. Tell me how badly you want to taste me Simon.” A surge of power and confidence courses through me.

“You have no idea how badly I want to lick you, suck you, drive you wild, and please you beyond anything you’ve ever experienced Tesoro.”

I grab the intricately carved headboard behind him as I move into position above him, before lowering myself just enough for his tongue to reach my pussy. The first flick is…phenomenal. Holy Mother of all that is good and pure! He roughly grabs my ass and pulls me down so I’m pressed hard against his mouth. The little satisfied hum he makes as he laps at my folds sends liquid fire through my veins, making me so hot for him I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t come soon. I start riding his face, fucking his mouth, hard and fast; his scruff only heightening my pleasure as it rubs against my most sensitive area.

“God…Simon…holy fuck…I’m gonna come baby…please…oh shit, please…Siiiiiii.” A wave of ecstasy washes over my body, radiating from my core and out through my fingers and toes, my entire body convulsing against his face as he continues his ministrations. As one wave subsides, another builds and crashes over me with the same intensity as the first. When I think I can’t take anymore he holds me in place and begins all over again, tracing shapes on my swollen, soaked pussy, until I’m blinded by the extreme pleasure he tears from my body, over and over and over again. When he finally lets go of my thighs I collapse onto the bed beside him, my breathing labored and erratic.

“God, baby. I could do that all night; you taste so fucking good.” In seconds, I’m underneath him, his hard muscled body straddling my own.

“Are you ready to let me take the lead now baby?” I think he’s trying to kill me if he thinks I can take any more orgasms right now, and I tell him that! He gives me a mischievous look before he starts kissing and nibbling my neck.

“Trust me baby. You can take more. I’ll be gentle with you, but I haven’t had nearly enough of you yet.” True to his word, Simon gently works my body, kissing every single inch of me, head to toe; massaging my arms, legs, and back. All the while whispering sweet words of worship to my body, some of them English, some of them Italian, and when he finally makes his way up my stomach to my chest, I’m ready to feel him filling me; ready to feel his hard, thick cock ride me to a mind-altering climax.

He reads my mind as I lay back and enjoy his attention. “Now you’re ready for me baby. Tell me you want me Jess. Tell me I’m the only one that can give you what you need.” His voice is husky and dripping with desire.

“You know I want you. You are the
only
man that can give me what I need…hot shot.” I wanted to call him so many names of endearment in this moment, but my self-preservation won out and I had to lighten the intensity I’m feeling with the cringe-worthy use of “hot shot.” I can see the fleeting disappointment on his face before desire clouds all other emotion. He rolls on a condom before lining himself up at my entrance, his throbbing tip, teasing my pussy as I try to take him deeper.

“Patience Jessica. I want to savor you. You’re always in a hurry, always running away from me. Let it happen Tesoro – è inevitabile come le maree.”
[it is as inevitable as the tides]
With that he slowly eases himself inside me.

The cry from my chest is something I have never heard before. A satisfied groan that speaks of true contentment as he gradually thrusts every rock hard inch inside me, his girth stretching me to the edge of pain. When he finally sinks in all the way he lets out a roar that has me on the verge of climax.

He takes his time, rocking in and out of me, all the while, his eyes are locked on mine, stripping away all the bullshit between us, leaving only the phenomenal connection we share when we’re together. He doesn’t pick up the pace, or chase his release. He takes his time, working us slowly towards the most intense euphoria of my life; screaming his name as mine pours from his lips in a litany of worship.

 

Four Weeks Later

SIMON

 

So many questions are running through my mind right now. I’ve spent two nights with Jess in the past three weeks, and I have the worst case of blue balls known to man.

The night of our first date, something real started between us. The connection we have to each other is primal, explosive, quite possibly caustic, and out of this world fucking amazing. We agreed to take it slow, get to know each other, give whatever this is between us a try, and for the first week I had her all to myself. Brandon and Lily were in London, by all accounts, having a blast, and I got unfettered access to Jess without the added pressure of our best friends analyzing us. We met up for dinner on Tuesday, which quickly turned into me taking her quick and hard in the restroom before skipping dessert and eating
her
all the night at her place. It was fucking amazing.

At the end of that week we took a trip up to the Hamptons for a long weekend. I know I said I would never take a girl up there, but fuck if she doesn’t make me break all my own rules. I don’t think we wore clothes for more than half an hour the entire time we were there. We didn’t even make it out of the door to eat; I ordered in every meal and ate most of them off her smokin’ hot body. The sex was out of this world phenomenal, and the rare moments that we spent talking to each other were pretty wonderful. Jess has a warmth and a depth to her that is so endearing and breath-taking to witness. It’s not often that she lets her guard down like that, but it’s fucking beautiful when it happens. Those moments are worth dealing with her bullshit; trying to keep me at arm’s length, and picking fights when she gets close to expressing a deeper feeling than wanting to ride my cock.

I want to try and have a relationship with her, but I don’t know how to do that. I’ve never
had
a “relationship” with a woman, and she is in a league of her own. Every time we are in the same room together we can’t last two seconds without ripping each other’s clothes off. It’s fucking awesome; I can’t get enough of her, and the feeling of being inside of her …it is so goddamn intense, and addictive, and just fucking…perfect.

When we got back from the Hamptons everything changed. Jess wouldn’t let me walk her up to her apartment, so I dropped her off and headed back to my place, but within the hour her name came up on my cell. I will never forget the sound of her voice…

“Miss me already sweetheart?” I know I’ve said the wrong thing when I hear her whimper on the other end of the line. In an instant my heart is hammering in my chest.

“There’s blood Simon…there’s blood.” Holy fucking shit.

“Jess baby…you need to calm down and tell me what’s wrong. Are you hurt? Deep breaths for me…please…Tesoro, you have to slow your breathing and tell me what’s going on.” I am shitting myself right now. This crippling fear is why I have steered clear of relationships all my life.

“Lily…gone…blood.” She takes a deep breath and manages to compose herself long enough to speak.

“The man that killed her dad escaped from prison last week Si. They haven’t found him yet. My apartment is trashed and there is…god Si…there’s blood. What if he…shit…Si, if anything’s happened to her…” Her panic and terror are killing me. I need to be with her NOW.

“Listen to me Jess. Don’t touch anything. Call the police. I’m going to call Brandon. I’m on my way to you now. I’ll be there in ten minutes okay?” The line is silent.

“Jess? Jess? Are you listening to me?” I can hear her gentle sobs.

“I…I already called Brandon.” He must be going out of his fucking mind.

“Right. Just hang tight baby. I’ll call the police. You just wait there for me.”

“Please hurry Si…I…I need you with me.” I don’t want to hang up the phone, but the sooner I do, the sooner I can be with her.

I don’t even remember how I got from my place to her apartment, or making the call to the police. All I know is that I’m standing in the doorway looking in, and what I find before me rips my fucking heart out. Jess is curled up in the corner of the room, away from the carnage left by Lily’s abductor. She looks tiny with her back to the wall, knees tight to her chest and her arms wrapped around herself, trying to hold it together. I feel like a fourteen year old boy again; transported back to the moment I opened that closet door and found Sofia, helpless and broken. I snap myself back to the present, remembering the vow I made to myself all those years ago and the motto I carry around in ink on my body every day – Fight for what you love. Protect or Die.