Chapter 3
“Yes,” Luigi said even though every instinct told him not to.
For the first time in a really long time, he’d lost control and done something he hadn’t planned to do. Clearly, he needed to rein in his urges.
The kiss was supposed to be a goodnight kiss, bestowed only after she’d unlocked her door. He was supposed to leave for home immediately after. Yet once she unlocked her door, he followed her in, smiling sheepishly like a bewitched man.
There was something exciting about her. He couldn’t tell if it was her defiance or her ability to exchange words with him, to offer a smile that could mean a lot of things other than a simple expression of humor.
“I’m sorry it’s nothing compared to your grand house,” she said now, waving at her living room.
It was a simple affair: two tan cushions formed an L, a small orange wine chair stood to the side, and next to it, a yellow bookcase for contrast.
“I suppose I can manage,” Luigi told her. “It’s important for lords to leave their grand castles and visit their townspeople in their small castles from time to time.”
“Of course, m’lord,” she said and curtsied.
The two of them burst into laughter.
He liked the way she laughed and how easily he laughed around her. It’d been a while since he laughed that much.
“But seriously, you have a really nice place,” he told her moments later.
“You think so?”
“Of course I do.” He took her hand and pulled her close. “And it’s not just the lovely decor. It’s also your presence here.”
She lowered her gaze and bit back a smile. But the light reddening of her cheeks was unmistakable.
Luigi bent to claim her lips. He couldn’t wait anymore. Restraint didn’t matter to him. All that mattered was that she kissed him back and that she leaned into him when he pulled her closer.
Her lips were incredibly soft, and her body was pliant. It made him kiss her longer, feel the curves of her backside, and squeeze her ass lightly when his hands inevitably found it.
She moaned softly at his attention.
For a moment, he considered taking her right there in the living room on her sofa. It was its closeness to her front door that made him change his mind. He broke their kiss and lifted her off her feet. She clung to his neck, giggling, and nodded at the other end of the room. “Bedroom is that way.”
He followed her direction, moving fast. There was no door there, only the beginning of a short and wide hallway that had doors to two rooms on one side and a kitchen and a balcony on the other side.
“Last door,” she told him.
He pushed through the door and went into an expansive bedroom. The wall was done in beige while the bed was covered with dark gray sheets: hardly a woman’s colors.
It would have given any other man pause, but Luigi wasn’t any other man. He laid her on the bed on her back and straightened up to stare at her.
She didn’t lie there, waiting. She sat up and reached for his hand to pull him in on top of her. While he kissed her, she unbuttoned his shirt and then undid his belt buckle and fly button.
He pulled back to help lift her gown over her head. Her bra came off next, and her breasts spilled out, two round mounds she arched toward him invitingly.
She wants it. She needs it.
That justification did nothing but wake up all the doubts, uncertainties, and warnings in his head against what he was about to do.
Paulo is dating her sister! The voices screamed.
But she was pulling his head down, onto her bosom. He took one nipple in his mouth and teased it with his tongue and took the other between his forefinger and thumb, rolling and pinching it.
“Fuck,” she gasped.
You don’t even know her enough! The voices shrieked.
But her body responded to his tongue as if they had known each other. Her moaning as he suckled on her breasts was like a buoy that lifted him into the clouds.
He reached down into her panties to play with her clit. Gently, he circled it over and over again, making her arch and wriggle her hips under the onslaught of pleasure.
Now she was dripping. Luigi could feel her wetness around his finger even before he reached down to her opening and slipped in and out, teasingly at first.
She gripped his head, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth, completely covering his face and inadvertently cutting off his air supply.
Luigi didn’t pull away. Rather, he continued to tongue lash her nipple until he felt her whole body shudder. She whimpered shakily as she orgasmed, still holding on to his hair, the one straw with which she could maintain her grip on sanity.
It was only after her climax that she let him go.
Luigi pulled down his pants and briefs and stepped out of them. Next, he got rid of his shirt.
Camille lay back, watching him with glazed eyes and slightly parted lips. Her hair was in disarray behind her, spilled all over the bed like a carelessly arranged halo. It was beautiful chaos, and against the dark gray of the sheets and under the light in the room, its golden hue virtually gleamed.
“You’re beautiful,” Luigi told her.
She smiled. “And you’re a god.”
Her eyes were on his erection. It was impressive, and Luigi didn’t need to be told. Many of the women who had come into his life were drawn in by the allure of his power and the danger around it. However, all of them tried to stay because of the sheer size of his instrument and his prowess with it.
“Take me,” Camille pleaded.
He took off her panties, rolling them gently down her legs till they were free and tossed them to the foot of the bed. Then he went in between her legs and brought his length to her opening.
Her eyes were on him when he looked at her. They held each other’s gaze as he entered her in one fluid motion. It was only the sopping wetness of her that granted him relatively easy access.
Her mouth widened into a big o.
His girth was clearly a challenge for her cavity. It stretched her walls beyond a limit she thought was possible for a cock and reached a depth that had lain undisturbed until then.
For Luigi, the tightness of her was a challenge he didn’t foresee. Her walls were practically clenching around him as he began to thrust, slowly at first. The possibility of coming well too early was real.
It made him careful enough to pace himself and take deep breaths. Looking down at her didn’t help. She was beautiful in that way that made you want to give anything to possess her. And when she wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him down onto her bosom, he almost spilled everything.
He paused for a moment to pull back from the point of no return.
Unfortunately, she began to gyrate her hips, moving them up and down to take him in and out of her.
Luigi racked his mind for all the annoying things that had happened in his life. The matter of the snitch saved him. He held on to it as he resumed thrusting, and it kept his orgasm in check.
His years of building up restraint alongside his sexual stamina had all been almost undone in one night by Camille. Her pussy was the sort that sought to milk you of everything at once while you tried to savor its warmth and the way it held you closely, too closely.
Luigi could now pick up his rhythm. With it, Camille’s breathing synced up, becoming shallower. Her mouth was close to his left ear, so he could hear her gasps and whimpers as he rammed into her, harder and faster.
Soon, she began to pulse with a fresh climax. Her pussy clenched harder around his cock, squeezing away his resistance and pushing him well over the edge.
He fought to hold it back and failed spectacularly. His orgasm ripped through him like a tornado, eliciting first a loud grunt and then a long, satisfied groan.
When he was spent, he tried to roll off her and found that her legs were still locked around his waist. He kissed her long and deeply before prying them apart and pulling out.
“Fuck.” The word tumbled off his tongue unbidden.
“Fuck,” she repeated, breathing hard.