Afon

by Esther E. Schmidt

  The dress next to it is one she designed too. It’s a black cocktail dress I’m going to wear tomorrow. It’s not in a garment bag like my wedding dress, although I love it just as much. The back and sleeves are a flowery detailed lace, a waterfall of black silk that falls in a V shape over my ass. It’s an amazing design. Unique brought black ribbon lace up stiletto heels to go with it. Hell, the woman even gave me a thong that to me resembled a studded shoelace. And yet I can’t wait to put it on. Ruby’s suggestion come to mind. Or should I try to find out if I even have an inner sex-cat?

  “What are you doing?” Afon strolls inside the room and shrugs off his suit jacket.

  God, that man in a dark gray suit with a black dress shirt underneath…dammit, more throbbing between my legs and so not what I need.

  “Nothing,” I grumble. Shit. I should have purred, my inner sex-cat is clearly failing.

  Hearing his chuckle, I spin around and watch how he places his cufflinks on the tiny table in the corner. Okay, Andy. Snap out of it. I tell myself and think of all the other options my friends gave me. I don’t have a vibrator on hand, nor am I dressed in a thong thus bending over doesn’t work all that much so that leaves one thing; the last lollypop on Earth.

  I nibble on my bottom lip to think about what Ruby’s details were when Afon looks up. His gaze hits my mouth and his nostrils flare. Oh, the lip thing. It works. Taking steps forward, I make sure to put a little sway into it. I’ve always managed to make quite the entrance when I stroll into a room filled with people. Afon visibly swallows when I’ve stopped a few inches in front of him.

  His hand comes up, but before he can cup my face to pull me into a kiss, something he likes to tease me with, I slowly slide down to my knees. Afon sucks in a breath when I move my hands up his thighs and reach for his zipper. When my eyes hit his, I’m the one holding my breath. I can’t believe the visual that’s hovering above me.

  I might be the one on my knees but it’s very clear to me that I’m the one in control. The kind of emotions that are running though his eyes, the way his hand cups my face, his thumb that traces my bottom lip. All of it makes me feel like I’m worth more than his heart that’s beating inside his body.

  My fingers work the belt and zipper, and finally both boxers and slacks fall to the floor. His long, thick, and very hard dick is within my reach. Just the sight of his length has saliva pooling in my mouth. Without thinking, I wrap my hand around it and feel his smooth, silky skin slide over steel beneath my grip. A low growl rips from deep within him when I tighten my fingers.

  I’m so turned on right now. Inching forward, I close my eyes and let his fragrance overwhelm me. It’s a combination of spicy, sandalwood with a hint of citrus, mixed with the masculine scent of Afon. Fingers sliding into my hair bring me back to the intimacy between us.

  Our gazes collide and before I can do or say anything, Afon’s raw voice flows through the air. “Open. Now.” There’s a growl rumbling from deep inside his chest. “Open those lustful lips.”

  He tightens his hold on my hair and with that creates a bite of pain that zings to pleasure throughout my body. There’s nothing in this world that exists for me in this moment other than to take him into my mouth. The hiss that comes from above me spurs me on. I let my tongue swirl around the head, tasting the salty precum drops before I take him deeper and start to suck.

  “That’s it,” Afon croons. “Take more of me, tighten your grip and start pumping. Hard, sweet cheeks.” He hisses between his teeth. “Fuck. Just like that. Are you getting wet for me? Because you’re making the blood pump through my body so fucking fast…I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard.”

  My hand and mouth work together in a rhythm that threatens to drive the both of us to the point of lustful insanity. I can’t get enough, I want more, need more. My pussy feels like it’s about to combust while nothing is touching it. It’s the way his grip tightens and his words entwine as if he’s in control, and yet the reality slices through me that my mouth is giving pleasure, making him surrender to me.

  “Are you going to take all of me? Take everything I have to give and still want more, Andy?” His eyes fall shut as he mutters to himself, “Fuck, yeah, you will...so good. I’m gonna...fuuuuuuck.”

  Afon grunts as hot jets flow down my throat, the salty taste intensifying in my mouth. He keeps repeating my name in such a way that it feels like he’s praising me with adoration. His head tips down and simultaneously he pulls my head back, making his dick slide from my mouth.

  “You’re all mine, Andy. The lies you’ve told yourself, the walls you put in place for your mind and body? About not being able to be anyone’s wife? You just totally obliterated that. Because what you did just now? I’ve never come harder in all my life. That right there is any husband’s wet fucking dream.”

  I have no words. What he just said? The absolute truth. I never knew it was possible for me to do this, to be with a man. Yet I didn’t think twice about doing it for him, with him, only him.

  “Can I take your lips now?” His voice is filled with mischief.

  I’m still on my knees and yet I’m still fueled with the lustful power he tainted me with, making the words flow much easier. “If I say yes and you take my mouth I’d be very disappointed. You better choose wisely which set of lips you’re going to take.”

  His eyes dilate but movement catches my attention making my gaze dip. I watch with amazement how his dick hardens with just a few of my words.

  Afon’s chest rises and falls rapidly before he grabs me underneath my arms, hoists me up and places me on the bed. “I always choose wisely. Haven’t I made that clear yet, anima mia?”

  Chapter 15

  My fucking queen of life.

  ***Afon***

  Another damn step forward. A huge one at that. She sucked me off. Took my dick like a pro and swallowed me down. The best part? She did it while visibly radiating the pleasure she took from me as much as I took from her. My chest cracks wide open for this woman.

  Having her now bare in front of me, her pussy all slick, is a damn gift from above.

  My gaze locks with hers and what she sees in my eyes make her swallow. Pretty sure I need to rein in my emotions because no matter the fact she sucked me off...lust is boiling freely inside my veins.

  “Feel this?” I tell her in a husky tone while my fingertips slide through her pussy that’s so damn wet. “That’s us, sweetheart. You and me. The way your body reacts to mine.”

  Slowly inching forward, I let my tongue slide through until I find her nerve bomb that’s already puffed up and peeking out from underneath the hood. Her hips shoot off the bed, so fucking responsive. I take my time exploring every tremor, moan, and movement her body gives me in return while I enjoy myself devouring her pussy.

  I can taste she’s already close, her sweetness intensifying along with her moans. Andy reaches over and locks her fingers around the back of my head, pulling me closer as she starts to grind herself hard against my face. I don’t mind it one fucking bit. Who the hell needs air when I can get my fill from the woman that has my heart?

  She throws her head back and screams my name as she shatters beautifully into the orgasm I gave her. Or one she damn well took, by taking matters into her own hands with her grinding herself against my face.

  Who cares for details when she slumps down into the mattress and gives me such a lazy and satisfying smile that I need to show her just how much she drives me insane with what she just did.

  Scrambling up, I fist my dick and start to pump. Her eyes widen but are transfixed on her pussy where the tip of my dick is at. With every tug I give we barely make skin to skin contact, and yet the heat of her pussy wraps around my aching dick. My knees slightly buckle making the head bump right against her clit...and that’s it.

  Cum bursts in ropes over her belly and pussy. I keep pumping as my orgasm is in a never-ending loop. Groaning, I relish in the way I just branded her until my body gives out and I slump over her, b
arely balancing myself on my hands.

  Now I’m the one giving her a sheepish grin. “My fucking queen of life, don’t ever fucking change or leave me,” I murmur against her lips before I slide my tongue inside her mouth and give her a slow, open mouth kiss.

  I pull back all too soon because I need to see it again. Fucking twisted, I know, but there’s something about seeing your cum marking a woman. Especially when the woman is branded as yours. My fingers slide through, taking some with me before they slide through her pussy, making her gasp.

  “That’s fucking it. That’s where it belongs. And if I have to slide it in there this way for the rest of our lives...I’d still die a happy man, Andy. Fuck this world and fuck rules or obligations, or what’s right and fucking wrong. Nothing is set in stone. Men and women don’t survive in a relationship without willing to explore what works for them. This? This works for us, yeah?”

  Her throat bobs while her eyes express how damn thankful she is. “Thank you,” she croaks and with that she gives me everything I ever hoped and dreamed for. Trust. Complete trust and the realization that this is where we are, where we belong. Together.

  I grab my shirt off the floor and wipe away most of my cum. Well, not so much, it’s more like I’m spreading it out in a thin layer that feels dry to her skin but technically she’s still marked with my damn DNA. Throwing the shirt in the direction of the bathroom, I pull the sheets over us and pull her close. Fuck showering.

  Her breathing evens out quickly and with my woman in my arms it’s the feeling of contentment that makes me slip into sleep right along after her.

  The sound of a shower wakes me up and when I glance at the clock, I see it’s almost ten in the morning. Busy day today. Well, tonight anyway. We’re having an engagement party that starts at eight. Most of our friends will be here around seven though. We need that time to talk things through some more.

  Security level will be fucking high with both Esposito’s and Marco’s threats hanging above us. And let’s not forget Vinci…well, he should be taken care of but we’ll know for sure when Peacock gets back to us if his man got the job done.

  Ricca invited members of the Italian gangs he and Andy are on good footing with. It’s more of a show and tell, a trial run before the wedding. A fucking statement that Andy is mine, connected to both the Italian and Russian mob and not to be fucked with.

  Walking naked into the bathroom, I find my woman in a cloud of steam, her gaze lazily traveling over me. “You’re up,” she quips.

  Yeah, both me and my dick. “Big day,” I tell her with a smirk on my face before I step inside the shower stall.

  I wrap my arms around her and pull her back against my front. Her arms go up and around my neck while she lets her head fall to the side. Fuck. How damn natural this feels. My lips latch onto her neck as I start to nibble and suck, drawing out a moan that Andy releases on a sigh. I haven’t seen what she will be wearing tonight but I know for damn sure it will be my mark on her neck.

  Her whole body relaxes against me and my dick is already hard as fuck. But I’m not taking her here in the shower. She needs to crave me, build it up until she can’t stand it. Because I know for damn sure there’s nothing wrong with her pussy. It’s fully functional but we both need the barriers to shatter, the ones her mind put up due to the scars of her past. And these things take time. Good thing we have lots of it.

  It’s for that reason only that I reach for the sponge and hand it over to her. “Soap up, amina mia. I’m betting your girls will be here any time soon.”

  She groans but starts to slide the sponge over her tits, fucking torturing me with a show like that. “Yes. They’ll be here within the hour. We’re doing a yoga session. Then they’ll go home to change and come back later tonight. Are you having another meeting?”

  “Nah, the guys will be here around seven so we can talk things through. But I need to look over some documents in my office, so I’ll probably be spending some of my time in there today.”

  “Okay,” she murmurs and throws her head back, rinsing the shampoo. “Then I’ll come find you later on.”

  “You do that,” I tell her and crash my mouth against hers.

  Stepping forward, her back hits the wall and dammit…my dick feels mighty fine caged between the both of us. I take my time to explore her mouth with my tongue, mimicking the feel of what my dick is longing to do with her pussy, until yet again I regretfully pull back.

  “Go. Get ready for your yoga session so I can shower alone, you’re too damn tempting,” I tell her, nipping her bottom lip and placing my forehead against hers. “It’s a good thing you’re switching to working out with your friends…saves my boner from getting hit if we were to train. Ever since my dick has felt what your body can do...fuck. Heaven."

  Her hands cup my face as she feathers her lips against mine. “The feeling is mutual. I can’t wait to find out what else feels like heaven.”

  She leaves me fucking breathless and rock hard as I watch her lush ass leave the bathroom. I fist my dick and squeeze. Damn, this woman. Jerking off like a teenager and spilling myself to let it all wash down the drain is fucking worthless. At this point I’d gladly accept the discomfort to save it all for my soon to be wife.

  Washing up like I’m hitching a ride on a damn speed train, I’m in the kitchen within twenty minutes, grabbing my first cup of coffee I’m taking with me into my office. I need to look over the file our computer guys gave me. I’ve requested an additional background search for Giordano. I needed to know for sure that Ricca killed them all after what happened to Andy all those years ago.

  Fucked up, I know, but it’s a gut thing. I damn well know it’s in the past but it’s infuriating knowing how they’ve hurt my woman. It’s over an hour later when I close the file and throw it into the fireplace, letting the flames eat all the information. Ricca doesn’t do anything halfway, he obliterated a whole bloodline.

  Now that my soul has been soothed, I need to head on out. I’ve ordered a special wedding ring and also an engagement ring. Sending my boss a text, I let her know I’m heading out to pick them up. There’s no need to let Andy know because they’ll be working out together for a while anyway. I damn well know she can take care of herself, but with Tarzan being my boss and this shit still surrounding us, I need her protected. And what’s better than having a room filled with women who are more skilled than any killer soldier? Right. Even if two of those women are pregnant, they’re still deadly as fuck.

  Taking the stairs two at a time, I make fast work to change into my leathers. I can hardly ride my bike in my slacks. A moment later, I’m tearing rubber while the wind is slapping my face. Fucking liberating. Just what I need to get some fire out of my body and relax.

  Chapter 16

  Everything I’ve ever dreamed about.

  ***Andy***

  I can’t believe I’m standing here waiting in front of a window. I have been ever since Tarzan told me that Afon sent her a text, letting her know that he went out to get something…on his bike. A bike. Afon. A man I’ve only ever seen wearing slacks. Who knew the man even owned a bike? I surely didn’t. The girls all went home a few minutes ago so here I am, waiting. Would he be wearing jeans, or…holy shit. Leather. Just the sight of him on a bike, wearing leather, kicked my heart into a whole new rhythm.

  Dammit. The garage is blocking my view, preventing me from gawking some more. I know he’s not coming out the way he got in because he can get inside the house from there. Turning away from the window, I make my way downstairs and lean against the wall, waiting for Afon to come through the door. His broad shoulders, shrugging out of his jacket, a white t-shirt that’s straining against his muscles…and those leather pants, knowing what’s hiding in there.

  “If I knew my choice of clothes would ignite such a look on your face, I would have worn them sooner.” Afon chuckles as he steps toward me.

  His fingers slide into my hair, guiding my head back before he slams his lips over mine. My hand
s fist his shirt to pull him closer, as if that’s even possible because he’s pressing his body to mine, caging it in with the wall against my back.

  Afon groans into my mouth and nips my bottom lip. “I want to fuck you so damn bad.”

  He rests his forehead against mine as I freeze at the sound of his words, again I wait for past memories to invade me. But they still don’t come, there’s nothing else except the throbbing between my legs, the longing for what it would be like…to take him inside my body.

  “I want you, too,” I whisper on a breath.

  “Fuck, anima mia.” His mouth trails kisses down my neck until he reaches my ear. “I can’t wait to slowly thrust into you, and I know it will be easy enough because you’ll be perfectly wet for me. But we can’t…because we’re going to wait…it’s just a few days till our wedding day, anima mia. We should hold out just a fucking bit longer. Give it more meaning, for the both of us.”

  Dammit. Dammit to hell and back. My pussy was all pompoms, cheering in excitement to welcome his dick and now he wants to wait? And yet my heart skips a beat or two because he cares enough to do so.

  His hand slides in between us, cupping my pussy. “Doesn’t mean I won’t lick you clean when I give that little nerve bomb a tongue lashing until you come all over my face.”

  Aaaaaand the pussy cheerleading squad is back full force.

  “I bought you something,” Afon whispers while he rubs the palm of his hand between my legs. “Something I want to see on your finger while you’re gripping my dick. Even better when your lips would be around the head, sucking me off.”

  “Mmmmm, I would do that even if you didn’t give me anything.” I let my head drop to his shoulder. I’m so close, if only he would speed up, I need to come so bad. “I love the taste of you.” I groan when his hand leaves and he steps back.