Reckless Abandon

Chapter Twenty Nine

Enrico's POV

I see her. Wearing my Calvin Klein underwear and my white dress shirt. Crumpled and unbuttoned halfway through her chest, giving me a peek of her ample breasts. I resist the urge to tear the goddamned shirt into pieces, and I try to listen to whatever she is saying--- but her scent, her beautiful face, and the warmth of her hands laid flat on my chest, amplifies my burning need to touch her and kiss her mouth.

"What are you talking about?" I murmur in between our kisses. She giggles.

I see her.

Sitting on top of me, legs astride, her dark brown mane falling everywhere on my face. It tickles. She whispers something unintelligible into my ear before she starts roaming her fingers all over my body, my arms, and then my hard shaft.

That touch automatically made my skin boiling hot, my senses slowly drowning of her.

Just her. She and her alone.

"I want you to fuck my mouth," she says softly, her eyes drooping with sensuality.

I want you.

I want to fuck your mouth.

In haste, I ripped the collar of the shirt she's wearing, making her gasp in surprise, and I start ramming into her, loving her senseless, loving her till she loses her mind. She gasps a little louder at my speed, proclaiming the rough intensities of my desire and need for her, deliberately telling her how much I want her body, in all of her curves and smooth edges, after all that chase, with all of my bottled up angst, with all of my fervent ardor.

I let the warm torrents of water cascade my body. For a while I try to think straight, but my loins are burning.

Fuck!

Hindi ko dapat gawin ito. It would be a shame if she can read my mind. Puno ang utak ko ng mga malalaswang imahe ni Eureka na binuo ng aking imahinasyon na kahit anong pilit ko, hindi ko maiwaglit sa aking isipan.

It runs in my mind, rent free all day, in every fleeting moment, in between random moments, and just right before I go to sleep. Sometimes it wakes me up in ungodly hours of the night. Every single time, I fight the urge like a tough army in a war zone, but I always end up loosing the battle.

Stroking my hard cock, pictures of Eureka flashed before me. Her sweet scent, her pretty face... She, licking her lip, her mouth wide open, her delicate neck, the sound of her voice moaning for my name. She, looking straight to my eyes, brimming with tears as I think of her sucking me off like a total slut. Wisps of her hair falling right in front of her face, her long fingers touching the tip of my manhood, her perfectly manicured nails digging into my skin. Eureka, with her tongue on me, kissing me everywhere, playfully biting on my nipple, her tits bouncing up and down, tiny beads of sweat forming on her chest, her thighs wrapped around my shoulders, my hands gently choking her throat as she smirks at me seductively.

I stoke myself faster, feeling the rush of warmth all over my body, and I know I am about to reach my own climax.

Resting a palm on my bathroom wall, I close my eyes as I violently came, groaning under my breath.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," I whisper to myself, feeling so relaxed and calm, the feelings of guilt and frustration slowly melting away.

I dressed myself up with the dark blue tuxedo resting on top of my bed, wrapped the collar of my undershirt with a sleek striped tie, donned on my black leather shoes, and carefully put on the Vacheron Constantin watch on my wrist.