Chapter 47
Chapter Forty-Seven
Maurizio
The temptation to put my foot down hard was near overpowering because I knew once we got home, Flora was all mine and that regardless of her lipstick, I was going to kiss her, long, hard, and for the whole damn night.
I risked a glance across at her and she looked amazing.
The lacy black dress she wore finished between her thighs and knees.
Taking in her smokey legs, I remembered the stockings she was wearing and suddenly the idea of removing those stockings and using them to tie her spread eagled to my bed sprang to mind.
My mind wasn’t the only thing springing, my cock was lurching against the zip of my trousers like it had a life of its own.
The memory of discovering those stockings reminded me of the feel of the damp heat of her and then there was the way I’d made her come, the way she’d begged for it, neither of us caring about the public location parked at the roadside near the restaurant. Fuck, that had been hot. Risky but hot.
With my eyes back on the road, I concentrated on getting us home safely and tried to push the ideas of what we’d do once there from my mind.
Pulling up in front of the house, I moved to help Flora from the car, only to find she was already out and waiting for me. She was keen, and that was in no way a criticism. With her hand in mine, we headed into the house and upstairs, pausing at my bedroom door.
“I need to check on the children.”
“Of course.” She offered me a smile and leaned against the frame of the door that separated me from the children.
It had been my plan to do the quickest check and kiss to the head known to man, but when I entered the room both of my children had kicked off their covers.
I set about covering them up, tucking them in and kissing their heads starting with Rosie.
As I rose to my feet and turned to repeat the action with Craig, I noticed Flora still leaning against the door frame and watching me intently and despite the semi-darkness she was in, I could have sworn there was heat in her eyes, heat and desire, but different to what had been there earlier, this time it was somehow softer, but equally as intense.
With my son tucked in, I moved towards her.
“You’re a wonderful father.”
“Thank you, but that may not have always been the case, and they make it easy.”
Closing the door behind me, I pushed a stray piece of hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear.
“Just the two of us.” I could have kicked myself when I heard those words out loud and hoped to any and all heavenly beings that Flora wouldn’t be reminded of the fact that Sophie was in a spare room at the other end of the landing to where we stood.
I hadn’t meant anything by my comment beyond the fact that I had tucked the children in and we could resume our earlier plan.
“Then what are we waiting for?” She reached for my hand and actually led me through the door she was opening.
Once in the darkness of the bedroom, I pulled Flora to me and prepared to devour her in the most delightful of ways, starting with holding her in my arms, pressing her against the wall with my body firmly leaning against hers.
I wanted her legs and arms wrapped around me as I owned her mouth and pressed my arousal against her sensitive folds, leaving her in no doubt about how much I wanted her.
None of that happened. She had found her confident self and as such had other ideas and that started with her evading my grasp, and instead pushing me back so that it was me who ended up pressed against the wall with her before me.
Her blonde locks hanging in loose waves, framing her face, while she worried her lip, taunting me with the fact that I wasn’t yet kissing her.
Reaching for her again, my hands got as far as her hips, my fingers fully appreciating the gentle curves of her body before she covered my hands with hers and shook her head.
In a movement I didn’t see coming, demurely and with grace, she dropped to her knees and gazed up at me.
Her eyes never breaking contact with mine, she reached into her bag, pulled something from it and cast the bag aside.
I watched on in awe as she revealed the item in her hand, her red lipstick that she was applying another coat of.
By the time she had replaced the lid and cast the lipstick aside, I was harder than I could ever remember being, which was becoming common place with the woman on her knees before me, the contradictory image of submission and power in one image and if that didn’t turn me on a little more.
I almost came on the spot when she spoke.
“I think it’s time my mouth, your cock, and this red lipstick became intimately acquainted, don’t you?”
Her use of my own words that had been used to tease and torment her earlier were torturing me, but fortunately, she was not cruel and didn’t make me wait for her to follow through on her words.
Reaching forward, she found my belt and the fastening of my trousers.
Slowly, she lowered the zipper before tugging down my clothing, exposing my erection that she gently took hold of.
Two or three strokes along its length and I was concerned this would be over before it began.
Her eyes were still fixed on mine and then if she didn’t offer me a coy smile that really did contradict everything else.
“Maurizio,” she whispered as her thumb circled the head of my cock that was already leaking.
She moved closer and the sight of her pink, wet tongue appearing between her lips saw me jerk in her hand.
Her smile broadened with empowerment, knowing that I was putty in her hands, metaphorically speaking.
Using her thumb and forefinger to make a ring around the base of my cock, and slowly, tantalisingly slowly, she leaned in as she licked along the underside of my length, circling the head.
My hands shot into her hair, pulling against the honey coloured lengths as I cursed between gritted teeth, “Fuck, Flora.”
Her mouth covered my crown and she giggled, the vibrations of it going straight to my balls, and then she moved down my length, then back up.
Over and over again with her hand varying the tightness and pressure around my base while her other hand began to cup and caress my balls that tightened with every move and passing second.
I know I had been the one to make this suggestion, but I had expected to be the one torturing her with pleasure, sensation and anticipation, that’s not the way it was going down.
I offered myself an internal and rather juvenile smirk at my choice of words in that thought, going down.
I needed to think of something that wasn’t about sex or I would be coming in the next five seconds.
Rugby, work, interest rates, they all acted as brief distractions, but as Flora picked up pace and her eyes found mine that were drinking in the reality of my own erotic dream, I was fucked.
“Flora, shit!”
She took my words as encouragement rather than a warning. The cupping of my balls becoming firmer and the suction of her mouth that continued to slide along my length while her tongue lapped the most sensitive parts of me meant I needed to be clearer in my warning.
“I’m going to come.”
And if she didn’t bring her hand to the party at that second meaning the combination of the caressing of my balls and her tightening grip working in tandem with the movements of her glorious mouth saw me lost in a sea of sensation until I was coming in her mouth whilst pulling her hair until, breathless and spent, I thought I might pass out.
The pop sound as she released me brought me back into the moment and looking down, I followed Flora’s gaze to my still hard cock that had a perfect red circle from her lipstick around the base of it.
I was good to go again and fully intended to turn the tables, never more so than when I looked back at Flora, offered her a hand to stand and that is when I fully saw that her lipstick was smeared around her mouth.
No wonder Maddie warned me off kissing her, but now, well, the damage had been done and it had been far too long since my lips had tasted hers.
“And now I believe you need to scream my name.”