“I was starting to wonder if I’d ever have your hands on me again,” she whispers. I release her tit and lift my head from her neck. Eyeing the loofa sponge floating in front of her, I reach for it.
“Spread your legs wider,” I demand against her ear. She does as she’s told but it isn’t enough. I want her wide open and at my mercy. Hooking one hand under her knee I draw her leg out of the water and drape it over the edge of the tub. She slips down my body but my fingers close around her hip, holding her steady. With her leg dangling over the edge of the tub I reach around her and press the loofa to her pussy.
She moans at the touch and settles against my chest.
“More,” she cries and I use the loofa to rub that sweet spot between her legs. Then I drag it over her pelvis, up her stomach, to the valley between her perky little tits. My fist closes around the sponge and the water spills over her skin.
“Beautiful,” I growl.
So fucking beautiful.
Every curve.
Every dip.
All the smooth valleys.
Mine, mine, mine.
“You like that?” I ask as I flick the sponge over her puckered nipple.
“I love it when you touch me,” she affirms. I let the loofa travel back down her body, caressing her. My hand slides back between her legs and I let the sponge go. I cover her cunt with the palm of my hand. The loofa surfaces and she smacks it away, staring down at the clear water, watching as my hand begins to work her.
I drag a finger through her lips and she squeezes my knee in response.
“More.”
Wrapping my other hand around her middle, I pull her even closer and hold her steady as I shove two fingers inside of her. She moans and her nails dig into my thigh as my fingers pump in and out of her.
“I’ve been dreaming of your pussy since I pulled out of you,” I growl against her ear. “So fucking tight. So fucking perfect.”
“Oh God,” she cries, bucking against my hand. The water spills over the sides of the tub and I go harder. My cock heavy between my legs, presses against her ass and another guttural groan escapes my lips.
I’ve seen a lot of things in my twenty-eight years, most of it bad, but right here, this…her losing control, riding the waves of pleasure, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had the privilege of witnessing.
I press my thumb against her clit. Three strokes and she starts clenching around my fingers.
“That’s it, Bug, come for me. Ride it out.”
She slams the back of her head against my shoulder and cries my name as I drag the orgasm out of her. When I’m sure she can’t take any more, my fingers go still inside of her and I kiss her shoulder.
“Best bath ever,” she pants.
I pull my fingers out of her and drag them up her body to her full lips. She inches forward and sucks them into her mouth. As her tongue swirls around my fingers, I have to agree.
Best fucking bath ever.
~*~
Violet’s ass slides over the marble surface of the vanity and her arms tighten around my neck as I pound into her. Finding her release, her legs lock around my waist and her cunt spasms around my cock.
She’s so fucking tight.
So fucking warm.
It doesn’t take much more for me to lose control and before I can think better of it I let go. Her sweet pussy milks me and I fill her with my cum. When there is nothing left and she’s taken every drop, I lift my head from her shoulder and reach between us, sliding my cock out of her. My legs are weak and I sway slightly as I take a step back. I stare at her—panting, naked, her legs spread wide open. My gaze lowers to her pussy. Pink and dripping with my cum.
Realization settles in and I lick my lips before forcing my gaze back to hers.
“Are you on the pill?”
She shakes her head. A sane man might’ve panicked at that, but I remain calm. Stepping between her legs, I cup her chin.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful.”
Her arms tighten around my neck and she leans her forehead against mine.
“We both lost our heads,” she says, catching her breath. I reach around her and fist her hair, angling her head as I press my lips to hers.
She isn’t wrong. After the bath, she took my cock so deep down her throat, her eyes filled with tears. I would’ve came right then and there but I craved her pussy. I lost it after that and lifted her onto the vanity and everything that happened next was a blur.
I break the kiss and reach for a towel. Falling onto my knees between her legs, I press the towel to her pussy and clean her up.
“I’ll pick up some condoms tomorrow, until then I’ll be more careful.”
“Does that mean we’re going again?” she asks as she drapes one leg over my shoulder.
“You’re fucking insatiable,” I growl, turning to press my lips to the inside of her thigh.
“I can’t help it when it comes to you,” she admits, letting her leg fall from my shoulder. I stand and step between her legs, wrapping them around my waist, I lift her from the vanity.
“I ain’t complaining,” I murmur, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. She winds her arms around my neck, and I carry her into my bedroom. I lay her down on the bed and climb in beside her, pulling her close. We stay wrapped in each other’s arms for a while, stealing kisses and touches. I ask her about the production she’s auditioning for and as she shares the details, I picture it.
Her on the stage.
The lights shining bright.
The body I just worshiped creating beautiful art.
The applause rings out, but she doesn’t see the audience.
She just sees me.
And I just see her.
Whether we’re in my dark world or a packed theater she and I are all that exists.
A little while later she falls asleep in my arms and it doesn’t take long for me to follow suit. I wake sometime in the middle of the night to Violet’s mouth wrapped tightly around my cock and we fuck until the sun comes up.
The mobster no one saw coming and his beautiful ballerina.
Chapter 22
Rocco Spinelli
I shrug on my jacket—another custom-tailored creation, and pop open the safe in my closet. Grabbing my piece, I check the safety before tucking it into the back of my pants. I turn to the full-length mirror inside the closet and button my jacket. Smoothing a hand over the soft silk, I divert my eyes to the row of ties hanging next to the mirror.
Fuck that.
I pop my collar, undo the top two buttons of my dress shirt and I’m good to go.
Stepping into the bedroom, my gaze immediately falls to the bed and I feel my lips quirk. There, tangled amidst the black satin sheets is Violet. She lays on her belly, with the sheets twisted between her legs and her bare ass in the air. I wonder if she’d mind if I sink my teeth into one of those round cheeks.
I want to say I’ll be gentle, but there are no guarantees. My pretty ballerina may be graceful on the stage but she’s a savage in the bedroom and likes it rough.
My dick swells at the thought and I have to press my palm against my fly to tame it. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve had her or how many ways, my dick is always rearing to go when it comes to the beauty in my bed. Until her sex was a distraction, a fleeting drug at times, but with her it’s almost like a means of survival. My body craves her like it craves water. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.