Her shoulders shake. She moans and her knees seem to give way. I swoop down, wrap my fingers around her thighs. "Hold on."
I drag my tongue up her clit, retrace the path to her back hole. A whine spills from her lips and it’s my undoing. I thrust my tongue inside her channel, lick her, flick my tongue in and out of her.
Her entire body shudders and her breathing grows ragged. A trembling grips her, swoops up her legs. I don’t stop. I angle my head, haul her even closer until she’s riding my face. Her body tenses, her pussy clenches, and moisture beads her cunt. So fucking sweet, so soft. My dick lengthens; my groin hardens. I need to be inside her. I must. I fondle the curve of her hip, insert a thumb into her back hole.
She shudders, her thigh muscles spasm, and I recognize the giveaway sigh. She’s close. So close. I curl my tongue inside her and a low keening cry emerges from her lips. My vision tunnels and my muscles bunch. Close, I am so close. I drag my mouth from her, scramble up to my feet. Pivoting, I stalk away.
"What the fuck?" Her startled exclamation follows me.
I reach the exit, shove open the door.
"Where are you going, you asshole?"
I pause, "I think it’s your arsehole that’s pushing you to speak now."
"You filthy, horrible, monster."
The hair on my horrible neck bristles. I swerve and a wind disturbs my suit sleeve as a vase sails by. It crashes onto the floor, shatters.
I turn, sweep a wary gaze over the disheveled woman, who’s walking toward me. She’s managed to pull up her panties in double-quick time—impressive. Other than that, she’s naked. Her tits bounce, her hips wiggle, and her dark hair flies around her face. She holds up the twin of the vase that she’d thrown earlier. I duck again…but am not that quick. The heavy artifact grazes my shoulder, before crashing to the ground.
I stumble, then right myself. I brush my sleeve. "Are you quite done?" I drawl.
She clenches her tiny fingers into fists. "I am going to kill you."
"Join the queue. You’ll have a long wait, by the way."
She bares her teeth and a snarl emerges from the controlled, always put together sophisticate she’d once been. This side of Gigi… I frown… It’s innervating, energizing… It’s fucking sexy.
"Wanna fight?" My lips curl.
"Fuck you, Saint."
I can’t stop the grin that splits my face.
She snarls.
I raise my hand, "Now, now, Tory, we can work this out."
"I hate being called Tory, fucking hate it."
O-k-a-y. "Victoria."
"I loathe my name. Stupid, prissy, old-fashioned." She walks forward, fists in front. "Are you aware of the number of stupid Posh Spice references I have had to endure?"
I blink, glance around the room. What can I use as a shield? The table… Too heavy. Besides, it would hurt her if I held it up. Come to think of it…better not move from here, best to hold my stance, look her in the eyes. Her pupils are so black they seem to have expanded, until only a circle of stormy green remains.
"It doesn’t help that I look like this."
I risk a quick glance down to her perky breasts, the tiny waist, the flare of her hips and that juicy, sexy, core of hers. The pink cleft between her lower lips would be glistening, from her cum. Fuck.
My cock thickens, my belly coils... Fuck, fuck, fuck, look up, look away, before you reveal how much her presence affects you.
I squeeze the bridge of my nose, and she snarls, "You can’t stand to look at me, can you?"
I snap my eyelids open, "Now, that’s not what this is about."
"You fucking hate my body," she huffs.
I tilt my head, "Not true."
"My tits are too big.
My fingers clench. "They’re gorgeous," I growl.
"My waist is too tiny." She pouts.
"It's fucking beautiful." I furrow my brow.
"My hips are too large," she wails.
I pretend to study her curves, then scratch my chin, "Now that you mention it…"
She opens and shuts her jaw, then charges at me, "Why you jackass, you rotten excuse for a man…you."
She flings herself at me, and I take the full impact of her weight. She throws her fists, catches me in the side, against my rib cage. She peppers me with her blows. I don’t react. I brace myself, allow her to hit me. "I hate you." Slam. "Bloody loathe you." She snaps her forehead into my chest. I wince…on her behalf. That had to hurt. She raises her arm again, then drops it to her side. "You’re dreadful. How could you do that to me? How could you…?" Her shoulders shudder and her tiny body sways. Wetness blots my shirt. I glance down at the back of her head.
"Gigi?"
She shakes her head, her crying intensifying. A hot sensation stabs at my chest. I scoop her up, cuddle her against my body. She’s so fucking light, so perfectly formed. Why the fuck hadn’t I noticed that before? Because I’d been too focused on myself. On what I wanted from her, on trying to figure out why the hell she’d come to me with that crazy proposition of hers… And I will find out… But meanwhile, I am going to hold her, until this storm she’s found herself in blows over.
Her sobs increase in strength.
Shit, the fuck am I supposed to do now?
I’ve had women cry out in passion, weep when I’ve brought them to orgasm, wail when I’ve fucked the hell out of them. But this...weeping woman… One I’ve begun to appreciate more than any other female in my life… Holdonabloody second. I've barely spent any time with her, so why does she affect me so much?
Do I understand her better than anyone else outside of the Seven?
Yes.
Fuck, what does that mean?
Nothing. I can have girlfriends… No, not like that… I mean, girls who are my friends.
