The Assassin
Kissing Simone was the best mistake I’ve ever made.
Her plump lips were softer than a cloud. Coated with leftover gloss and champagne, the taste was absolutely divine.
Her body tensed in my grasp, freezing for a brief moment. Her hands flew up to my arms and her palms lay against my biceps.
I expected her to push me away, slap me, regain her gun and finish what we’d started.
I didn’t expect her fingers to curl around my muscles, grasping so tight her nails dug through my sleeves and into my skin.
She rose on her toes as her lips began moving against mine. Desperately, longingly, and furiously. Like she was devouring a reward she’d been waiting impatiently for.
I matched her heated kisses with my own. Pressing my body against hers, I pushed her against the wall. I grasped her bottom lip between my teeth, pulling it down to grant my tongue entrance into her mouth.
She moaned at the sweet collision. Her hands slid up my arms and locked around my neck, pushing my face closer as our tongues battled.
I lowered my hands to her thighs and grabbed handfuls of her dress. I eagerly pulled up the skirt, letting it bunch up in my hands. Within moments, my fingers met something smoother than the satin.
Simone yelped as I grasped her thighs and lifted her up off of her feet. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she pushed her hips against mine.
I almost grunted from the ache the movement awoke in my groin. In this position, I could feel the bottom of her ass sitting on my dick. My pants grew tighter with every passing second pressed against it.
I broke our kiss to pepper kisses down her jaw to her neck. The intoxicating scent of her perfume greeted me as I buried my head in her neck.
Simone threw her chin towards the ceiling, arching it for me.
I kissed along the line of her throat, searching for her pulsing vein. I rolled my tongue over it once I found it. The thumping picked up speed as I did so.
“Mateo,” she whispered, her voice drenched in desire.
I sank my teeth into her skin, and she swore. Her flesh was even sweeter than I imagined. I lapped at the deep marks it left to soothe any aches the bite might’ve caused. The taste left me craving more, so I sucked on her skin, leaving hickeys behind.
I usually never left marks on the woman I was with. Never wanted to give them anything to remember me by.
But, Simone? There wasn’t going to be an inch of skin without a hickey or teeth marks by the time I was done with her.
Her life, her body, her soul - all that shit belonged to me. And I wasn’t leaving tonight until she knew it.
She grabbed my head and brought my lips back up to hers. Her hips bucked, rubbing her pussy against my lower abdomen. Moisture soaked through her panties, dampening my shirt. “Mateo,” she whispered again between our messy kisses.
“What?” I replied. I took her lip between my teeth again, sucking on it as I looked her in the eyes. “Tell me what you want.”
Her eyelids hung low, like she was high off of my kisses. “I…” Her irises flicked between mine. A shade of bashfulness pulled over them, and she averted her gaze.
“Uh-uh,” I said, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at me. “Don’t act shy now.”
“I…” Her hips fidgeted, seeking friction.
I slid my palms over her thighs to her waist to hold them still. “I won’t do anything you don’t ask me to.” I leaned closer, my lips brushing hers with every word. “So, tell me exactly what you’d like me to do to you.”
She closed the distance between our lips and captured mine. “Fuck me,” she murmured breathlessly between our kisses. “Please.”
Her words were the only invitation I needed to take the leash off of my desires.
As our lips danced, I pushed my suit jacket off her shoulders. The thin straps of her dress followed.
My hand slid between her back and the wall to tug the zipper down.
The satin practically melted once it was loose, dripping down her body and exposing her round breasts and dark, pebbled nipples.
Simone’s fingers fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, trying to undo them as quickly as she could.
Her soft palms pressed against my skin, tracing every dent and scar covering my chest. They trailed up to my shoulders, pushed the shirt down the arms, and ran over the mountains of my biceps.
Her hips moved against mine again, subtly reminding me of the pool forming in her panties.
I pulled her away from the wall and carried her up the steps to her bedroom. If I was going to fuck her, I was going to do it properly.
Once I lay her on her mattress, I made another trail of kisses down her neck towards her chest. I made a pit stop at her nipples, taking a few moments to tease and suck on her pointed buds.
Simone squirmed underneath me. Her legs wrapped around me, and she dug her heels into my backside, shoving my dick closer against her pussy.
As tight as my pants were, I wasn’t ready to fuck her. Not yet.
I needed to have a taste first.
Continuing my descent down her body, I kissed every inch of skin visible and available to me. Her dress pooled at her waist, hiding the treasure between her legs. I bunched the fabric in my hands and lifted it up over her head.
Underneath the dress, a pair of black lace panties hugged her hips. The sight nearly made me salivate.
Leaning down, I grasped one end of the panties between my teeth and pulled it down the length of her legs.
I grabbed her ankles and placed one over my shoulder.
The other, I kept in my hand, cradling it as I kissed the bone there.
My trail of kisses continued up her calf to her inner thigh.
I stopped at the teeth marks there and licked the indents on her skin.
Continuing upwards, I finally reached her moist pussy.
Simone gasped as the tip of my tongue slid up her slit. Her hips jutted forward, searching for more with every lick.
I happily picked up the pace, lapping at her sweet pussy as if it were the last bit of water on Earth. Between licks, I sucked her clit and twirled circles around it.
“Mateo,” she whined as her hips writhed in perfect rhythm with my mouth and her nails dug into the back of my neck.
Hearing her only made me want to do more.
The volume of her moans increased as my tongue dove into her pussy, dominating the territory there. Her hips swirled up and down, riding it like it was hers.
“Fuck, Mateo,” she screamed as her muscles tightened around my tongue. She tried to shimmy away, but I held her thigh down, keeping her still. She’d done enough running from me. Now, she wasn’t going anywhere until I said so.
Her cum splashed all over my tongue. Yet, I still continued feasting. I wasn’t going to stop until I’d gotten every single drop.
“Hmm,” Simone hummed once I finally pulled away. She lay like a goddess on her mantle, her arms elegantly spread over her head and her skin glistening under the sparkle of the moonlight. I’d never seen a more beautiful woman in my entire life.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she muttered, averting her gaze. “You’re gonna make me think you like me or something.”
“Having my tongue inches deep in your pussy didn’t tell you that already?”
She shrugged. “Sex isn’t synonymous with emotions. For all I know, you’ll fuck me right now and kill me directly after. Shit, if I’m lucky, maybe you’ll choke me out right as I’m cumming.”
I raised a brow. “Are you into that? Losing all your breath while you’re on the brink of bliss?”
She gave me a devious smile. “If your hands are the ones around my neck, maybe.” A yelp escaped her lips as I grabbed her waist and flipped her onto her stomach.
“Oh, baby,” I said, pushing her head down with one hand and lifting her hips up with the other. “You better be careful what you ask for.”