Page 84 of The Hitman
We’re both panting.
“You taste wonderful, tesora.”
“Thank you. That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
He scoffs. “I had very nice things to say about your tits in your bikini.”
“Did you? I can’t remember. I was too busy watching your dick get hard in those tiny swimming trunks.”
“So you did like the view?” he asks me.
I try to get up from the bed with a laugh, but he grabs me around the waist. We turn onto our sides, my back to his front, and he holds me.
“Tighter, please,” I whisper, settling my head onto his bicep.
“Si, tesora.”
I relax into the strength of his hold. He brushes the hair from my face and twines a single curl around his finger, caressing it lovingly.
“I won’t tell you to leave again,” he whispers against my cheek.
“Good. But I decided while you were eating me out that I’m not going anywhere anyway.”
He smiles and kisses my cheek, but I can feel his frown against my skin. “But my life is dangerous, Zahra.”
“I’ve noticed. Thanks for the warning. Only a few days late.”
“Have you thought this through?”
“Not really,” I admit. “My heart is very on board, though.”
“Zahra—”
I shift so that we can make eye contact. “Look, you don’t know this about me yet, because we don’t know each other at all, but I’ve never done anything on a whim ever in my entire life.”
“Then you shouldn’t start now.”
“Yes, I should,” I tell him. “I’ve spent months thinking about very big decisions and never felt as sure about anything as I did when I bought the plane ticket to come after you. I’m not going anywhere. Now, if you would please put your dick in my pussy and stop talking about breaking up with me? We haven’t even been on our first date yet!”
I groan as he slips inside with ease.
“You aren’t pregnant, right?” he asks me, as his hips meet my ass and retreat. We both shudder.
“God, no,” I breathe. “I’ve been on birth control since I was sixteen. Let’s hold off on kids until after we’ve had a few very uncomfortable conversations about baby names or have been together longer than a day.”
“Deal,” he breathes into my mouth and pushes inside me again.
We stare at one another as he slowly pumps into me with patient strokes as if we’re not in a rush. As if there’s a real future between us. I’m happy he’s finally come around.
“Cazzo,” he breathes.
“Yeah. Fuck. I remember. We’re definitely doing that.”
“It also means ‘dick’. The fuck you’re thinking about is ‘scopare’,” he grinds out as his hand moves between my legs to circle my clit.
“This is the best way to learn a language,” I moan. “How do you say ‘faster’ again?”
He doesn’t tell me, but he does speed up his thrusts. I reach around his body and squeeze his ass, encouraging him to fuck me with everything he has. And he does.