Page 10 of The Don

I remember this position; the feel of her soft stomach, fragile skin under her breasts, delicate nipples, the way she squirms and cries out when I pinch them.

“Please,” Shae whines, pressing harder against me.

“What do you want, bella? What do you need?” I pull back to watch her eyelashes flutter and her tongue coast over her lips as I gently roll her nipples between my fingers.

“I want to remember,” she moans softly, shuddering in my arms.

I know exactly what she means, and I feel the same way.

I want to remember what it was like when we met. I need to relive that moment. I need to know that this is all real.

I place a gentle kiss on the bridge of her nose. “Si, bella. Certo.”

“Please,” she whines again, covering my hands with her own, begging me to massage her breasts or pinch her nipples again, anything; everything.

I kiss her forehead. “Move your hands.” My words are soft, but we both know this isn’t a suggestion. And by the violent shudder that cruises through her body and the moaning gasp that escapes her lips, now I know she likes it when I tell her what to do. She is perfect and maybe dangerous in her own right.

She lets me go with shaking hands. Her arms rise overhead again, and her fingers lace through my hair.

I kiss a path along the side of her face and trace my fingers around her areolae, sometimes across her hardening nipples, just enough to make her squirm, begging me with her body as she did all those months ago. I suck her earlobe into my mouth and pinch her nipples at the same time.

“I missed you. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cries out while squirming against me. Her hands tighten around the back of my head as if she’s worried I might walk away from her this time.

Never. I’m not nearly as strong as she was.

I massage her breasts in gentle presses and sometimes sharp twists of her nipples. She begins to shake in my arms, and I smile against her cheek. I close my eyes and enjoy everything about this moment; the heat of her feverish skin, the bite of her nails against my scalp, my own heart pounding. We’ve both been waiting so long, and I don’t want it to be over too soon.

“I’ve sent a man to collect your suitcase,” I tell her.

“Okay,” she groans distractedly.

“There are preparations for our departure. They will take an hour. No more than two.”

“Okay. A couple of hours is a lot of time.” She’s panting as if every word is a chore. Her hips are moving in an insistent circle to keep constant pressure on my cock, teasing me as surely as I’m teasing her. But her words let me know that she’s very in control.

I open my eyes to find her looking at me with fire in her gaze and soft, parted lips. There’s an innocent strength in her expression, and I thinkthisis what I saw the first time we met. This is what I haven’t been able to forget while we’ve been apart. This is why I’ll never be able to let her go again. I did it once. That was enough.

I grind my length against her ass “Two hours isn’t enough,” I say, each word a kiss over her fluttering eyelids.

“It’s a start,” she moans, tilting her head back, pushing her breasts against my palms, stretching her delicate neck, so she can press a kiss against the corner of my mouth. “It’s enough time to make me feel you.”

“Si,” I groan. “I’ll be gentle.”

“No, thank you.”

I smile against her cheek, happy to realize that I’ve been torturing myself for nothing. I never had to lie to myself, and if I can help it, I promise not to lie to her. But that is a concern for another day.

Right now, I take her mouth, communicating the best I can without words that I’ll make the most of these two hours and every hour we have left.

I bend her forward. Her hands sink into the sofa cushions. Her back is flat, bare, and I can’t stop myself from running a palm up her spine and gripping the back of her neck, just to feel her shiver at my touch.

“Please,” she moans.

I’m tense, shaking with my own need. I move both hands to her soft waist, holding her tight before caressing her ass briefly and then reaching in front of her to unbutton her pants and pull them over the curve of her ass. I kneel behind her and drag her underwear down her legs. Her flesh shakes as she moves her hips left and right impatiently, begging me to strip her naked immediately, and it’s still not fast enough.

I laugh and kiss her behind each knee before I kiss my way up her thighs. I bite her lightly on each cheek.

Her laugh sounds like a whispered grunt, and I imagine all the different forms the sounds of her pleasure can take, the sounds I can wring from her.