Page 19 of Hot for Her Italian Mafia
The changing room is a tight rectangle with a small bench, a hook for clothes, and a mirror on one side. It’s a white-walled dungeon of medical proportions until the cheap carpet flooring.
I strip from my outfit and pull on the bodysuit I snagged on my way over. A size too small, it hugs my body tight, props my breasts together, and makes them far more revealing than they ought to be. I spend my time inspecting myself in the mirror, deliberating if I should try something else, but mostly killing time in hopes that Luca will bust through the door.
What a silly thought. What if he doesn’t come at all? I could be standing in here for the next hour, two even, and he might never show himself.
“I’m looking for someone.” Luca’s voice sends my fears straight to the back of my mind. His hushed tone doesn’t do much in the way of silencing his rich, husky voice.
“What?” the woman asks.
The softest of growls pierces through the thin wooden door. I’d recognize that noise anywhere.
Here goes nothing.
I unhook the tiny latch of the changing room door and step out. It’s down a short corridor, and the third room in the back narrowly avoids the cashier’s sight line. Luca, on the other hand, can see everything.
As quiet as I tried to be, his head snaps to me, jaw nearly smashing through the floor at the sight of my new outfit.
I raise a single finger and use it to beckon him towards me. As if locked in a trance, unable to speak, to think, Luca comes.
“If I could make you come with a single finger, imagine what I can do with the rest.”
Luca scoffs a half-laugh. “I’m not the one who’s going to cum,” he says bluntly.
I fight the urge to blush, but the heat filtering to my cheeks tells me I’m failing. I raise the finger I waggled a moment before to get him here in pause.
“Naughty boy,” I tease. “You’ve been following me.”
“A guardian angel can’t only work at night.” Suddenly and without warning, Luca wraps a hand around my waist. His fingers touch part fabric, but mostly my bare ass, and he pulls me into the changing room.
The last thing I hear is an audible, “Ugh, not again” from the cashier before Luca latches the small door once again.
He wastes no time taking me into his arms. Our mouths meeting in intense unification while his hands begin to explore this newfound attire. He’s seen me in oversized jackets and daisy dukes….
Well, maybe he’s seen a lot more than that, but this is the first time he’s getting to witness me in far better lighting and no punishment on the menu.
“How do I look?” I whisper between kisses. He barely gives me time to catch my breath, let alone get the words out.
“Fucking stunning.” His hands trail the length of my body. They squeeze my ass before snaking their way to my breasts and resting there, cupped.
I do my own exploration of him. Finding the curves of his body, gliding fingers between the grooves of his deep musculature that protrudes even through the layers he’s wearing. But it doesn’t take long for his manhood to make itself known. The thick slab of meat presses against my belly, while Luca gets a firm grip on my neck and yanks me tighter against his frame.
Peppered kisses find their way down my cheek before the long lashes of his hungry tongue strike my neck. New sensations of electric satisfaction pulse through my body and force the tiny hairs across my neck to stand up high. Involuntary cooing suffocates any words I try to speak and inspires primal, brutish noises to rumble within Luca’s chest.
“I’ve waited so long for this moment,” Luca whispers. Hot breath tickles my ear but the kind words and gentle tones are dampened by his actions.
He grabs my hips in a firm hold and guides me back until my knees buckle against the small stool. I crumble on top of it, but before there’s a moment to parse what’s happening, Luca’s on his knees, hands plastered to my thighs, easing them apart.
“M-me t-too.”
His touch so close to my womanhood alone is enough to break my brain. I can’t think straight, let alone talk. But with how Luca’s licking his lips, I can’t see there being much in the way of conversation.
The fingers that parted my legs trail along soft flesh until they find their first touch of fabric. They hook and tug against the material. The friction of material brushing against my pussy has me squealing in sheer delight. And where I know I should be quiet, considering our setting, I can’t help but make the noises.
“Are you ready?” Luca’s fingers grasp the tiny button holding together my one-piece. His head moves between my legs, lips finding a place against my thigh moving ever closer to my core.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment for all my life.”
My confirmation sends Luca to action. With expert precision, he snaps the button with one hand while the other finds its way between my legs. His mouth continues along its path, yet moves slower and slower as he nears. He rests two fingers above my clit. Pleasure instantly consumes my insides, mounting a fierce tension in my belly.