Page 20 of Tender Entrapment
She was the only one to enter your bedroom,the quiet voice in his head reminded him.
Lucia did, too,he argued silently.
Lucia brought the bugs to you!The voice fired back.
Camille broke their kiss. “I want you,” she said and turned toward his bed. She pulled him along as she walked to the bed.
Are you going to keep Paulo waiting?The quiet voice queried.
Luigi knew he couldn't, shouldn't. He stopped, not far from the bed.
“What's wrong?” Camille asked. Even as she waited for an answer, she pulled off her clothes, first the top to free her breasts and then the skirt to reveal her bare slit.
“I have to ask you a question,” Luigi said.
“What question?” she asked. Her big blue eyes were guileless. The only thing he could see in them was her need for him.
He needed her, too, but it would be a sin to coddle her when he had asked Paulo the hard questions.
How should I ask?he wondered.
“Uh huh?” She drew closer to him and undid his fly.
Luigi didn't stop her. Rather, he watched her go down to her knees as she pulled down his pants.
A groan escaped his lips when she took him in her mouth. He hated himself for being weak in this moment and remembered how he had accused his son. Still, he didn't stop her, didn't ask any hard questions. The only thing that got hard was his dick. And when Camille was satisfied with how engorged it was, she rose and bent over his bed.
He entered her right there while she was on her feet. She held on to the foot of the bed for support and swayed her hips, inching him in deeper.
This time, his thrusting was urgent. Having spilled his seed that morning, his orgasm was not quickly as forthcoming as earlier, so he could afford to pound Camille for all he was worth.
She whimpered and murmured lots of gibberish as he rammed in and out of her. He threw her forward with each thrust and kept her in place with his grip on her waist.
Every fiber of his being told him how wrong this was, but he didn't stop, couldn't stop. He was mesmerized by the way her ass jiggled each time he slammed into her, by the smoothness and tautness of her skin, the way a few strands of her golden blonde hair lay on her back around her shoulders while the rest hung around her face.
When she began to shudder with her climax, her legs gave way, and she went down to her knees. Luigi watched her, pleased with the effect he had on her. She was partly on all fours, her legs shaking like leaves in the wind.
Soon, she could not even keep herself in that position. She sank to the floor and curled up on her side until the erotic storm within her subsided.
Luigi bent to lift her up and laid her on the bed, on her stomach. She pushed up her ass to allow him easy entry into her pussy, and he plunged in again.
He held her waist as he fucked her, pounding her with heavy strokes that made her cry out. He couldn't tell if it was anger or uncontrollable lust.
There was something about taking her that way, face down on the bed and completely vulnerable to him. It made him feel even more invincible, above reproach or downfall.
When he began to cum, he realized this was the last dance. While he hoped she hadn't betrayed him, wished for it even, he knew that somehow, she was involved. The question was whether she acted alone or under someone else's direction.
When he was spent, he lay on the bed, breathing hard. She shifted and placed her head on his chest.
“I'm so glad you're here,” she said. “I'd have been devastated if you had to be arrested, like your men.”
Luigi chuckled mirthlessly. “I am, too.”
“I'd have been worried if the cops held your men,” she continued.
Luigi smiled. It was a sad smile that didn't reach his eyes. Since he'd seized all cellphones in the house, no one else knew about the crews’ release apart from him.
This was the definitive proof he needed, her slip.
