Page 34 of His Sweet Torment
Padme giggled. “Then you can push them out of your wang because my va-jay-jay ain’t happy with that.”
“Six sets of twins?”
He tickled her as they laughed. There was a rainstorm outside, and they lounged around on the huge white sofas, a lazy afternoon. Padme kissed the tip of his nose. “I love you, but no.”
“Okay, I’ll settle for two.”
“That’s more like it. Girls or boys.”
“One of each.”
“That’s fair but boring.”
“Sorry,cara mia.” He grinned as she slid her hands under his shirt. “Now, how about animals?”
Padme’s eyes lit up. “Dogs. Lots of dogs.”
“So, you want a lot of dogs, but only two kids?”
“I don’t have to give birth to dogs,” she nodded, in mock-seriousness and he laughed.
“Fair enough.” He studied her – Padme seemed lost in thought. “What is it?”
“Just picturing two little tykes, with your curls running around yelling in Italian, chasing our many dogs.”
“And where do you see this scene?”
“Italy,” she said firmly. “Enver, in my dreams, we can make a life in the Italian countryside, or on the coast, or even in small town. I can see it so vividly it seems real. I just know we’ll get there some day. I love it here, don’t think I don’t but our true life, our own story, won’t begin until this is all over. We can sit here in Paradise and pretend but…”
“I know, baby. But it’s too dangerous at the moment. Ingles has told you to your face he intends to kill you.”
“And you.”
“I’m more concerned about you. Pad…for me, it’ll be a bullet to the head. Over quick. When it comes to women, Ingles is a sadist. You think those bullets were painful? Look what he did to Chaley.”
“I know what he’ll do to me,” Padme said, “I’m just frustrated. Why should we let him dictate our lives? We need to confront him.”
“We tried that, remember? Until we have a strong lead on how to bring him down…I won’t risk your life.”
Padme sighed. “Fine.”
“Don’t be sad, Pad. How can I make you happy?” But his hand was already snaking under her t-shirt, his warm fingers caressing her belly. She smiled up at him.
“Keep going…I see your other hand is free…get it busy, man.”
Enver laughed, his green eyes twinkling at her as his other hand deftly unbuttoned her denim shorts. Soon both hands were tugging them down, along with her panties and his mouth had found her clit. Padme gave a moan of pleasure as his tongue twisted and lashed around her, her hands tangling in his dark curls.
“Enver, let me taste you too.”
Not stopping his assault on her sex, he turned, and she freed his cock from his linen trousers and took it into her mouth. God, he was so big and hard already, and she traced the tip of her tongue along the long shaft, feeling it quiver under her touch. He tasted of salt and soap, the silky skin of his cock belying the rock-hard muscle beneath. They teased and sucked and licked at each other until they were both moaning, and coming. Enver’s hissed, triumphant “Yes, cara mia, yes!”was all Padme needed to hear as she came, arching her back but still working on him until he came in her mouth, hot, creamy cum spilling onto her tongue.
Breathless, Enver moved so he could kiss her mouth. “God, Padme, you’re so fucking sexy it kills me…baby, will you touch yourself for me so I can watch you?”
She nodded. “If you do the same.”
“Can I come on your belly?”
She nodded eagerly, and Enver sat on his haunches as she slid her hand between her legs and began to rub her clit, never taking her eyes from his. Enver fisted the root of his cock, already stiffening again as he watched her.
