Page 12 of Lethal Bliss

“Sure.”

Regret mingles with that disappointment. I sit there on the sofa and watch him walk away, peeling off the shirt he’d just put on minutes ago.

After he walks into the bathroom and shuts the door, I realize my heart had been beating fast. It thuds hard now against my rib cage after completing its last sprint.

You did the right thing,I tell myself. Yet all I can think of is the wrong thing. I want to do it so badly that nothing else matters, not the glumness of this situation or the danger that hovers around me, around us.

I stand up and unbutton my pants. Slowly, I roll them down, past my thighs and then down my legs. Even as I step out of them, I still nurse the hope that I’d be able to stop myself in time. But I don’t. The shirt comes off next. I take much more time to undo the buttons.

The walk to the bathroom is the longest I’ve ever taken. I can’t say if it’s because I need it to be long, long enough for me to find the willpower to change my mind.

At the door I take a moment to think about what I’m about to do. My thoughts are incoherent but punctuated by wild erotic images. They burn out the hesitation and prod me to open the door.

I reach for the knob and twist and push. The door gives way.

Enzo is standing under the shower with his eyes closed, naked. Those eyes spring open the moment I push the door all the way. He steps away from the water and wipes his face in surprise.

My eyes stray momentarily away from his face, down his body, over his broad chest and the dark hair that reaches down to his toned midriff, and lower to the member that dangles between his legs. Even in its limp state it’s impressive.

I swallow hard and step into the bathroom. He stands there, watching me as I draw closer to him. When I get to him, I reach up to kiss him, balancing on the tips of my toes. Thankfully, he lowers his head to meet me.

To my surprise, when our lips merge, his kissing is urgent and insistent. Unlike the first time, he isn’t asking for permission first. I’ve already granted it. He’s simply taking everything my lips have to give, everything my mouth has to give. He cups my chin and deepens the kiss, dragging me out of my frozen state.

I reach up to wrap my hands around my favorite place: his neck. Now my body is mashed against his as we kiss; it’s a precursor of what is to come.

He reaches down to cup my ass and pull me in even closer against himself. My skin is tingling; little fires are coming alive in different parts of my body.

The feeling of an enormous stiffness pressing against my lower belly startles me. I don't need to look down to know that it’s his arousal. I reach down for it instead and trace a finger along its length.

Dear lord! Where does it end?!

I'm certain my pulse rate has already doubled by the time I get to the gentle tapering that brings me to its tip.

How can a single person be this ginormous?

I wonder how we can fit all of him inside me. Still, this uncertainty doesn't douse the flames flickering in my hearth. Rather, they burn brighter. The thought of him plunging all of his shaft inside me is insanely exciting as much as it is frightening.

Its girth fills my hand as I begin to massage it gently.

Enzo moans into my mouth. It’s more like a warning growl from a predator roused from his sleep. But I'm prepared to take whatever comes.

I continue to massage him. The soap suds yet to be washed off his dick serve as lubrication. They enable me to pump up and down his engorgement slowly at first, and then faster and faster.

I slow only to tease the sensitive glans, and it makes him shudder. Seeing such a dangerous man at the mercy of my hand gives me a heady feeling. Sadly, he takes that power away from me too soon by pulling away.

He lifts me up, higher this time, above his waist. Now my tits are in his face. He tastes them, one after the other, licking one nipple with the tip of his tongue and gently tracing the other.

A thrill chases down my spine, and I fight off a moan that rises to my lips. However, my effort only lasts momentarily because he wrings it out when he begins to suck on my left nipple.

I throw back my head in silent exultation and embrace the moment. Even as he leaves the left nipple to play with the right, flicking his tongue quickly over it, again and again and again, and sending a tidal wave of pleasure surging through my body, I know that the memory of everything happening right now will be burned into my head.

The feeling of his wet skin against mine, the unyielding steel that are his hands padded only by his flesh to provide a comfortable seat for my ass, the feeling of his ebony hair when I bury my face in it with my arms around his neck—they’re all deeply etching into my memory right now.

As he suckles shamelessly on my breasts, he moves slowly back into the shower. Jets of water cascade all over my face and my body, washing the night off me and preparing me for the intimate tango that is to follow.

A small gasp escapes my lips when I feel his right hand reaching between my thighs. He navigates that valley like he owns it, tracing a line along my slit. The sensations that erupt make me shiver, and I cling tighter to his neck, pushing my breasts into his face.

I’m almost certain I’ve sealed off his access to air, but it’s impossible for my brain to react to that. My head is spinning with pleasure, and a volcano that has laid dormant is coming back to life. Nothing else matters.