23. Antonio
Chapter 23
Antonio
I stood on Elka’s doorstep and took a few deep breaths, hoping she wouldn’t kick me in the nuts for not following up with her after trivia night ended. I wanted to. God, I wanted it more than I wanted my next breath. But she needed a night to think on it, to make sure it was what she wanted. Fuck it. I pressed the doorbell and held my breath. Besides, I had a secret weapon.
The door opened and there she was, long blond hair falling around her shoulders, still slightly damp from a recent shower. And I knew the whole universe was conspiring against me because she wore another of those flirty little dresses, this one a pale-peach color with small white flowers everywhere. It was the kind of dress that made a man spend all evening wondering what was underneath. “Antonio, what are you doing here?”
“Feeding you.” I flashed a smile that had gotten me out of trouble dozens of times over the years, especially with women, as I lifted the bags filled with food.
She blinked once and stepped back. It wasn’t joy on her face but it wasn’t fear either. “All right.”
Her easy yes felt like a trap, but I was trying not to be cynical. “You’re not gonna fight me on it?”
“I don’t think I have to anymore, do I?” She wrapped her arms around her waist in a protective gesture and took another small step back.
I frowned, searching her face for signs of deception. “Because we kissed?”
She rolled her eyes. “No, Antonio. Because you got the answers you were looking for and you’re done with me. This dinner is to make you feel better. I love food so I’m willing to give it a shot.” It almost felt like she was challenging me to prove her wrong.
“You’ve got me all figured out, don’t you?”
“Not even close,” she said and pushed the door closed, twisting the lock before darting around me and walking to the kitchen. It took me a second to stop staring at her shapely legs and her rainbow-colored toenails, before I followed her inside. “But I’ve got this all figured out.”
“You’re wrong, Elka. I’m here for you.” I stared at her until she looked up at me, until she was unable to look away. Her blue eyes darkened the moment she saw the dark intent in my eyes.
“For sex, you mean?”
My lips twitched at her attempt at boldness. “That too. I want you, Elka, make no mistake about that, but I also want to make up for what happened last time.”
She licked her lips. “How do you plan to make it up to me? It’s not like we can change the past.”
I set the bag on the counter and walked to where she stood, bracketing her between my arms and I leaned in close to whisper in her ear. “You want me to tell you?”
“I do,” she whispered, or maybe it was a pant.
“First, I’d start by licking your sweet little pussy until you beg me to stop.” She let out a strangled moan and my tongue darted out to trace the shell of her ear. “You liked hearing that.”
Elka cleared her throat and looked up at me with desire in her eyes. “I don’t know what I like, but yeah, that sounds nice.”
“Nice?” I planned to show her anything but nice. “I’ll show you nice , but first I need to get this food into the oven.” And I needed a moment to get my body, namely my cock, under control. I didn’t know why my body had chosen her. All I knew was that I was powerless to resist it any longer. “There are Caipirinha ingredients in that second bag.”
She blinked, twice, before her legs began to move. “Right. What’s in a Caipirinha?”
“Get some ice and I’ll make it.” Thankfully Mom put everything in glass containers that went in the oven easily, so all I had to do was set the timer and turn back to Elka. “Thirsty?”
She nodded slowly, unable to tear her eyes away from my face. “Parched.”
“Good. All you need for a good Caipirinha is cachaca, sugar, and lime. Mix the lime and the sugar, add ice, and then booze.” I swirled it around and did it again, handing Elka one of the glasses. “To starting over.”
She lifted her glass with a small smile and took a sip. “Cold and delicious. Thank you.”
I could barely taste the drink on my tongue because my body hummed with desire for her, and hers for me, if the stiff peaks of her nipples were any indication. “If you want to stop, just say so.”
She nodded and finished her drink quickly. “You don’t owe me anything, Antonio.”
“Maybe not, but you gave me something precious and I didn’t cherish it the way I should have. Tonight, I’m going to make this as good as it should have been the first time.” That was the least of what I planned to do. In addition to satisfying my own hunger for her, I planned to show her just how good sex could be.
“Not too good though, right?” She pointed an accusatory finger at me. “I’ve heard that really good sex can make a woman think she wants more from a guy. Even the wrong guy.”
“You think I’m the wrong guy?” That shouldn’t have hurt, but it did, dammit. “How about you just tell me when you’ve had enough?”
That shut her up and I pressed my advantage, slamming down my glass and cupping her face just in time to swallow her moan of pleasure. Her mouth was even sweeter than the sugar. I couldn’t get enough. I plunged my tongue deep in her mouth while her hands clung to my shoulders, slid down my arms, then back up again. Soft, delicate fingers explored the expanse of my chest and worked their way down my abs until I pressed my body against hers. Her knuckles brushed against my cock and that was it, my control snapped. Elka was in my arms and I was headed towards the living room and her big, oversized chair where I tossed her down.
“Antonio,” she panted, eyes wide as I dropped to my knees in front of her.
“Yes?” I palmed her knees and spread them wide. “Did you need something?”
She nodded and kept her mouth open in a perfect little “o,” eyes unable to look away from my hands as they disappeared under her dress.
“I’ve been wondering what’s under here since you opened that door, Elka.” Lace. White lace. I slid them over her hips and down her legs until she was bare and open. Just for me. I licked her once and she cried out at the same time as her hips bucked against me.
“Oh!” I did it again, licking her slow at first and then faster as her sounds grew louder, more guttural. Her fingers threaded in my hair and wrapped around the locks, practically pulling it from my scalp but I didn’t give a damn. “Oh my! Antonio!”
She ground against me, a move that made my cock so hard, I thought it my break through my boxers and jeans. I loved eating pussy as much as the next guy, but the sounds Elka made had my cock leaking already. I growled and slipped my tongue inside of her slick heat, smiling when she began to grind against me, chasing down her pleasure. I was hard and aching to bury myself deep inside her.
“Antonio, I—”
I already knew what she would say because I felt the tremble in her thighs, the way her toes curled almost painfully, and those shallow gasps of air. Her orgasm was imminent and I kept my eyes open and on her as I licked and sucked her pussy until sweat beaded on her forehead. Until her body tensed before the orgasm spilled out of her body in soft, vibrating waves, followed by a low husky growl. Juices slid down my fingers as she pulsed around me, hips still rolling against my tongue.
“Holy. Hell. That was … incredible. It was like nothing I’ve ever felt in my entire life. It was the—”
The timer sounded, breaking off what was sure to be a major boost to my ego.