Page 45 of Vinny

She turned on her side to face him and his hand slipped between her legs. Tangling in the strip of curls, he moved through them to her drenched folds. Sliding two fingers in, he reached a place and a rhythm that had her writhing on the bed.

His tongue danced with hers as he captured her moans. His dick was painfully pressing against herstomach, eagerly seeking entrance.Down boy. This one’s for her.

Her body felt as tight as a bow ready to snap but could not quite reach the breaking point. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and the sensations zinged from her throat to her nipples down to her aching core.

He reached the spot that finally threw her over the edge, the explosion causing her inner walls to contract and weep over his fingers. Eyes closed tight, she saw colored lights sparkling behind her eyelids as she floated gently back toward earth.

He kissed his way down her body paying special attention to each breastas he sucked one nipple deeply into his mouth before moving over and nipping the other. Continuing his downward path, he slid between her legs, lowering his mouth to replace his fingers. Her juices were like nectar as he feasted on her drenched folds before plunging his tongue into her sex.

Absolute nectar.He loved her innocence. No pretense. No faking. Every movement, every sound from her was real. True. Heartfelt.

Moving from between her legs, he kissed his way back up her body, displayed for him. For his eyes alone. He closed his eyes for a moment in silent reverie, thanking God that he was lucky enough to have found her. When he opened them again, her green eyes were gazing intently into his.

“Are you all right?” she asked, gently reaching up to caress his cheek. His strong jaw filled her hand as her eyes moved over his muscular chest and thick arms,with the Malloy Celtic tattoo on them. Her gaze lifted back to his, pleased to see him now smiling.

“Yeah. I’m great.” He hesitated a moment and then plunged ahead with something that had been on his mind. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” she replied.

“Would you consider getting on the pill? I’m clean and I swear I’ve never, ever gone without a condom.” Seeing a look cross her face, he continued, “Honest, babe. Never without a condom. But we had to have physicals all the time in the military and for Tony as well. I’ve got the paperwork.”

Her pink tongue darted out, licking her lips. “I’ve thought about it but just never did anything. I…I can go to see my doctor.”

“If it’s not what you want, then you don’t have to do it. I’ll keep a sheath on,” he assured her.

“No. No, I don’t mind,” she admitted shyly. “I…I’d like to see what you…um…feel like.”

Bearing his weight on his arms, he leaned down to kiss her again. “Good, ‘cause I want to feel your walls squeezing me without any barriers and baby, I’ve got to tell you, I can’t wait to fill you.”

Moving away just long enough to roll on a condom, he moved over her again placing his eager cock at her entrance. Looking down into her eyes, he felt her grasp his shoulders before he plunged inside.

Her body welcomed his as she felt the tight stretching when he filled her. Her hand slid from his shoulders to his back, feeling the muscles ripple and move underneath her fingertips.Such power,shethought.All this and he could have anyone. But he wants me. He loves me.The warm friction was building inside as he rocked in and out, still bearing his weight on his forearms. Her head was supported by his hands on either side, as their gazes never wavered.

She watched him and all the emotions that played across his face as their bodies were joined as one.

Looking down at her, he felt a myriad of feelings. Love, certainly. But also protectiveness. Pride. Awe. And the desire to feel all of these forever. Right before his body’s needs took over all rational thought, he was left with the realization—I want this woman in my bed and in my heart for the rest of my life.

Powering through his own orgasm he felt her body contract around him, squeezing as he poured himself into her. Refusing to take his eyes off of her, his thick neck strained as he gritted his teeth, the orgasm sending shocks down to his toes.

Underneath all of his strength and power, she flew apart again, her core clutching at him. Feeling him release deep inside, she knew this was a connection she wanted to experience forever.

Their eyes finally closed, he lay his head down on the pillow next to hers, their ragged breaths heaving from their bodies. Legs tangled, arms wrapped tightly, hearts beating as one.

He loves me,she thought with a smile.

She loves me,he realized, knowing he would protect her with his life.

Jawan wondered if things could possibly get more fucked up. His contact had just called to say that the harp had never passed through Dulles and the handler had gotten nervous. Not only that, but instead of searching carefully, he had trashed the harpist’s apartment and now was on the police’s radar. Sighing heavily, he placed another call.

“I need a hit,” he bit out.

“You got it,” came the response.

Jawan felt his blood pressure slowly drop as he received the answer he desired. Tired of bumbling fools making a mess of things, it was satisfying to have someone he could count on to take care of things. And this would surely make Don happier with him.

Giving the name of the handler and his address, he disconnected.

Now, placing another call, he reported to Don. “We’re making progress. It never went to Dulles and we’re eliminating that problem. It will be easier to train and place new employees there than to leave him as a threat.”

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