Switzerland - Zurich
Ângelo Fontana
She didn't notice when she came out of the bathroom wearing a red silk nightgown, so she didn't see me sitting in her room.
In the dim light of the room, illuminated only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, I watched quietly, without making any audible reaction, as Lavínia walked around the bed she slept in and sat down, removing her sandals by gently shaking her feet on the fluffy rug and sensually sliding off the hair tie that held her light, shiny hair in a high ponytail.
Finally, with her hair loose, she pulled back the sheets and was about to turn off the lamp and slip under the covers when she noticed me sitting, shirtless, in the armchair in her room, next to the open window, with the wind blowing the curtains across my face.
"My God!" she exclaimed, clutching her chest. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack, Ângelo?" She sounded distressed, and I could see her eyebrows furrow in confusion at seeing me there in her room.
"Don't be scared of me. Please," I say, all I ask, taking a deep breath and pushing my shoulders forward to lean off the back of the armchair, resting my forearms on my thighs and staring at the floor.
"Is everything okay?" she asked, and I heard her short, fearful steps approaching. Suddenly, she was bold and crouched in front of me, holding my hands with some hidden fear. "What's wrong with you?" she whispered.
Slowly, I lifted my gaze to meet and succumb to her beautiful eyes. Little owl eyes…
"I'm shattered, Lavínia," I confess in a barely audible hiss.
Her gaze studied me entirely.
"Did they get you again? Did they hurt you?" With apprehension, she touched my arms, shoulders, and neck. "You seem whole."
"It's just the shell. I've been dead for years," I say, feeling the damn pain of helplessness corroding my entire body. And that shit hurts like hell.
"For a man like you to die, there'd need to be a lot of violent, bloody war in the world first," she whispered, touching my face with one hand, locking her gaze into mine. "Your eyes look so human today… there's so much pain in them. I don't know what happened to you, but look at me and see, tomorrow comes, and everything will be okay. You'll be okay too."
My eyes burn, and it doesn't take long for tears to fall. Immediately, I wipe them away, drying them.
"Will it really be okay, Lavínia? Because honestly, I'm losing all my hope," I say, distressed, my chest aching, feeling suffocated and lost, with no apparent way out, losing strength and exhausting all possibilities of having such happiness. Today, I feel like a true wretch for thinking a man like me could have such luck in what I beg the heavens for. I'd give everything I have… everything…
I kiss the wrist of her hand on my face and end up resting my forehead against hers, inhaling her delicious scent and closing my eyes to forget everything for a minute.
"Have you been back long?" she asked softly, and I shook my head, our foreheads rubbing together in the act, and I felt her tenderness. I had only dropped my bag in my room and came straight to see her; I needed to be captivated by her real image, not just through my phone screen as I had been sustained by all these days while I was away. As she shrank back, I noticed Lavínia breathe and exhale heavily through my nose, and we opened our eyes together. Beautiful.
I pull my forehead away from hers and observe the collar around her neck.
"I saw you fighting," I confess.
Lavínia licked her lips and looked a bit embarrassed as she let go of my face and touched her neck.
"There wasn't a single day you didn't shock me."
"I needed to make my presence felt somehow."
"Controlling me, Ângelo?" She looked at me sadly.
"Controlling you, Lavínia."
"When are you going to take this off me?"
"One day."
I noticed she didn't like what she heard come out of my mouth, surely considering it a life sentence. She stood up, turned, and was cold as she lay down in bed.
"When you leave, close the door," she said and turned off the lamp.
You don't need to act like that with me… I don't do anything thinking about hurting you, not anymore.
I stand up and walk in the dark to her bed, where I sit on the edge, taking off my shoes and going around to lie down beside her.
"I don't want to be alone," I reveal the truth and breathe in her scent that the air brings me, noticing how being here with her calms me more than being anywhere else in the world.
"Why did you order them to train me?"
"Your brother already said. I want you stronger than me," I reply.
"Is that possible? They said I'm too skinny…"
"And you said you could handle things even God would doubt," I retort, recalling her in the gym and holding myself back from letting something that doesn't exist show, even though I recognize she provokes me.
"That's not exactly the words I used," she said, sounding stressed by her tone. I smile into the darkness of the room. "But let's be honest, you're the only one in this house who knows I can handle a lot."
I persist with a wide smile, laughing silently, staring into the dark.
"That's why I'm telling you that you can be stronger than anyone in the world."
"Thank you for Zaia's letter. It's her handwriting; I'd recognize it anywhere."
"You're welcome, Lavínia. I told you I investigated your life to find out about the story surrounding you. It's good that now you know I didn't lie to you."
"She didn't say anything special, just the same things you told me. That my father left the neighborhood as soon as I 'ran away,' that people there cursed me all the time for dishonoring my father and sleeping with a man who wasn't the one I was promised to, and that it would be best if Faruk and I never went back to Syria."
I knew all this because I read the entire letter before having it delivered to her.
I didn't want her to suspect that her father paid me to kill her.
"You have no reason to go back to that country."
"I have no intention of doing so," she said, pausing. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
I frown and quickly, skillfully turn my body on the bed, lying over her. She hit my shoulders as I reached for the lamp, turning it on, and I stare at her.
"Why are you asking me that?" I want to know, focusing on her eyes. And what damn beautiful eyes…
"Do you have one?" She looked confused.
"We had sex," I remind her.
"And what's the problem?"
"If I had a girlfriend, I wouldn't have slept with you. Isn't that obvious?"
"Oh, right. I see the hitman here has principles, because his character is a bit turbulent," she said sarcastically, trying to push me off, using her hands flat against my bare chest.
For a second, I lose my breath and clench my fists, looking at her face and then down at her hands on my chest, on my skin, on my scars.
"Lavínia…"
"Sorry," she quickly slid her hands to my shoulders, a place free of scars. I breathe. "I forgot, I'm sorry," she held my face. "Why can't I touch you?"
"Because I've never let anyone touch me. These are my scars; they remind me of people and moments I want to forget."
Her index finger traced my left eyebrow.
"You're so complex," she laughed, but I felt it wasn't what she really wanted to do. She seemed disheartened trying to understand me. Understand traumas I don't even understand myself. I lift my hips and pull the sheet between us, settling back between her legs and lying on her small body. Lavínia adjusted herself, bending her knees and opening wider. "You're heavy."
"I'm a bit big," I kissed between her breasts and glimpsed her skin getting goosebumps, chilled from the tickle of my kisses on her pale, moisturizer-scented skin.
"Tomorrow we'll be hating each other," she commented, running her hands through my hair.
"Very likely," the simple act of moving my body over hers made me feel my cock hardening inside my dress pants, crushed against her pussy, which radiated heat through the fabrics.
I looked at her face, and she parted her lips, feeling the pressure I applied to her pussy as I slowly moved my hips against her sex. I craved and desired for her to feel how her body, her face, her eyes, and her hot pussy made me feel.
"My God!" she moaned, closing her eyes and running her hands up and down my arms.
I stopped moving, lifting my hips and reaching for the fabric of her nightgown, pulling it up to her stomach, completely losing my mind at seeing her bare underneath, all smooth and sensitive for my delight and fury.
Her eyes were still closed when I lowered my shoulders and brought my face between her legs.
"I'm going to indulge a little here, Lavínia," I warn her of her sentence in this moment where I'm very aroused, spreading her legs enough and revering her tiny pussy. Salivating, I run my wet tongue all over her and look at her again, appreciating her entrance contracting slightly, opening and closing, allowing me to see her sticky liquid gathered in the corner. Damn, Lavínia! My cockhead swells like this.
Seeing that my saliva had dried on her pussy, I licked her again, delirious at seeing that ridge; her pink clit between her larger lips, I licked it again and again, observing it once more, delighting in her scent, the refreshing taste on the tip of my tongue, something like mint. I smile for no reason, knowing I caught her fresh out of the shower and that scent was indeed from her intimate soap.
Crazed, with my cock bursting with hardness, I brought my mouth to her clit and grabbed it with my teeth, biting it very slowly, just to torment her and see her legs trembling uncontrollably. I do it again, tugging it with my teeth, and her distress comes in the form of a captivating little moan.
"Son of a bitch," her hands reached my hair, and she pulled it.
I smile, looking up and seeing her in her best expression, like someone feeling pain, but not a bad, painful kind of pain. A bearable pain, full of dissatisfaction for not getting the full suck.
Still teasing her, I brought my mouth to her clit and blew hot air on it, trapping it between my lips, tugging and releasing, hearing the sound of saliva and the snap of my mouth.
"Ângelo…" Her legs closed, and I quickly spread them, holding her firmly and starting to torment her by sucking relentlessly, not moving my face but holding her legs and making her lift her pussy upward, lifting her butt off the mattress and meeting my starving tongue.
"What a wretched pussy…" I complained in a lascivious tone, looking at her with lust and sliding my tongue from her anus, to her pussy's entrance, to her clit, repeating over and over, indulging in her, getting myself all messy as I sucked her like never before, not with as much desire as today.
I wanted this woman fainting in my mouth, I wanted her limp and moaning my name loudly, I wanted her to understand that only I could suck that damn pussy with such fervor.
"I can't handle it… Ângelo… I can't handle it," she moaned crazily, pulling my hair strands.
Ignoring her state, I continued salivating on her pussy, sucking it and swallowing back everything my tongue found coming out of her. Lavínia's pussy was on fire in my mouth; the pink clit I saw before attacking it was red from how much I sucked it with pressure and tugged it; her pussy's entrance contracted just like her anus. Trapped on another planet, one of lust and lasciviousness, I spat on her pussy and lifted her hips, watching the maddening scene of her two entrances swallowing and sucking my saliva each time they contracted.
"Damn… greedy little thing, huh?" I groaned hoarsely and went back to sucking her clit until that pussy came until it couldn't anymore.
"A-ah… Shit!" Her voice broke, her moans were halting, her lips were sucked, and her fingers, like pincers, pulled hard on the tips of her small breasts, free from the nightgown. I lashed her clit with my tongue, as if it were a whip punishing it, and then she screamed. "Ângelo…" And she came in my mouth, her whole body trembling, agitated, in the most beautiful and lovely debauchery and obscenity.
Making sure to clean her up with my mouth, I savored every drop that came out of her, shamelessly swallowing all her thick, whitish, deliciously bittersweet liquid.
"Pretty little thing," I left a kiss on her pussy and released her legs, climbing over Lavínia, slipping a hand under her waist and lifting her limp body, hearing her panting, noisy breathing. "Take off that nightgown," I ask, and weakly, Lavínia sits up and pulls off the nightgown. I help her, and we hurriedly toss her garment onto the bedroom floor.
She looked at me, red as a tomato, and scooted her butt on the bed to get closer, spreading her legs with my body between them, framing my face with her hands and looking at me with her golden pupils growing and dilating. Perdition…
"You make me so horny as much as I hate you," she whispered voicelessly and attacked my lips, raising herself and moving her face while shoving and circling her tongue in my mouth.
My hands closed around her waist, and I pulled her to press her breasts against my chest, hugging her and running my hands all over her back.
Lavínia made me lie on the bed, straddling one leg on each side of my hips and lowering her face to mine, her hair falling over my face and her mouth coming to mine, stealing more tongue kisses.
Her hips grinded over mine, and my hardened cock begged for relief, feeling her pussy tingling and burning for it, buried inside. I trace my hands along the sides of her body and reach her ass, where I squeeze her flesh and force her to rub her pussy harder against my covered cock. She moaned, shuddering, her heart pounding.
"I'm… sensitive…" she laughed lewdly, lifting her hips slightly to stop me from feeling the heat coming from her. I give her a hard slap on the flesh of her ass, and her startled body lurched forward and fell onto mine. Slipping a hand around her waist, I flipped her and got out of bed, leaving her lying there, looking at her as I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and got rid of everything keeping me from being inside her.
Her gaze locked onto my cock, and I saw her make an expression of agony, biting her lower lip.
"I'm not going to hurt you," I confess, truly having no intention of doing so. I climb onto the bed and pull her toward the headboard.
"I don't care if it hurts," Lavínia kissed and bit my shoulder, wrapping her arms around my neck.
"I think you have a low uterus," I say without thinking, holding one hand on her back and pulling her to press her chest against mine so I could slide a pillow under her, releasing her and adjusting her legs too. Her gaze intruded into mine. "What?" I ask.
"Why do you think I have a low uterus?"
"Because you felt it the other day."
"Wasn't it because that day you held my waist so I couldn't escape and fucked my pussy too deeply?" She raised an eyebrow.
"I don't think so," I smell her sweet-scented neck below the collar. I said I'd put her on a leash one day… I said.
"And the 25 centimeters?"
"I think it's small too," I smell the other side of her neck, addicted.
"Small?" She laughed incredulously. "Small is everything you're not, Ângelo. Look at my body beneath yours; I'm only 1.62 meters tall and weigh 58 kilos. I'm lost here in the middle of those broad shoulders, those strong arms, those muscular legs, and a third leg of 25 centimeters. You're what, 1.88 meters and 90 kilos?"
"Something like that," I kissed her forehead. "Are you nervous?" She shook her head. "Then stay quiet and let me fuck you."
"What a dog," she laughed.
"The one with the collar here is you, little owl with beautiful eyes," I winked and braced my hands on the mattress, lifting my shoulders, kneeling between her legs, and grabbing my hard cock, massaging it firmly along its length with the pretty one watching. Holding the base of my aching, eager cock, I looked at her lubricated pussy and then at her face. "Ready?"
Lavínia was grabbing and squeezing her breasts, pressing them. Hot…
"Yes," she agreed, spreading her legs wider, aroused, eager, and full of desire.
Holding my cock, I moved closer to her pussy, guiding it to her entrance, touching the head of my cock to that opening with immense heat. In a skillful move, I forced it in and witnessed the maddening scene of her pussy swallowing almost the head. I paused for a second to breathe and looked at her again; Lavínia was smiling, and the naughty girl licked her lips. Turning my attention back to our sexes meeting, I pushed just the head inside her, experiencing the majestic sensation of her entrance squeezing my cock at first. Suddenly, I pulled it all out, and then pushed a bit further in, watching intently as her pussy contracted and tried to suck me in. I pulled my cock out again, causing a maddening wet pop sound. Looking at my cock, I saw it glistening with traces of her lubrication, and that was incomparable. That torturous game of entering a little and pulling out completely made Lavínia gasp and shake her head in agony. I was kind to her and pushed my cock in again, keeping just the throbbing head inside her pussy, then sinking a bit more of the shaft into her, and she moaned drawn out. I pulled it all out, but she whimpered a grunt and dug her nails into my arm, furious.
"Asshole…"
I smile at her desperation.
To embrace her fury, I tapped the head of my cock on her hard, sensitive clit, and her whole body trembled. I dragged my cock downward to push just the tip of the head in again, because if there was one thing I was loving, it was playing with her agony and distress. And I'd play with it until late in the night, except for the knock on the door that added more excitement to the moment. I thrust, pushing my entire cock inside her, lying over her body and pressing my hand over her mouth so her scream wouldn't stand out.
"Lavínia?" More knocks. It's one of those damn hitmen.
Slowly, I removed my hand from her mouth.
"What does he want here?" I ask quietly, but pissed off and with my cock aching from the lack of friction.
"I don't know," she looked at the door, distressed, but she should be distressed about me, because I could punish her.
"Lavínia, are you okay?" he asked.
I moved my hips, sliding my cock almost all the way out and thrusting it all back in. Lavínia opened her mouth, her eyes teary.
"Too deep… no…"
"Answer that bastard," I order and lower my mouth to the curve of her neck, thrusting my cock into her pussy up to her limit. "Answer him while I fuck your pussy, Lavínia," I whispered in her ear and groaned, slowly sinking my cock into her.
"Ângelo… I'm… running out of air…"
"Lavínia?" The jerk at the door raised his voice.
I grinded my hips against hers.
"Say you're fine, and he'll go."