Gangster's Paradise // Rio (Good Girls)

30.what Do You Think?

Isla stood at the kitchen counter, her hands gently stirring the mix of homemade dough to make muffins. Baking was one of Isla's favorite activities, and it often served as a calming ritual whenever she felt nervous. Today, she had decided to take her sister's advice and try to sneak in the conversation, hoping it wouldn't backfire.

As Isla stirred, her eyes shifted to the other side of the kitchen counter, where Rio was seated, engrossed in his phone. He absentmindedly picked up yet another muffin, his attention still fixed on the screen.

"Rio, those are meant for the hospital," Isla reminded him, a playful tone in her voice. He simply hummed in response and took a bite from the muffin, causing Isla to let out a small laugh and roll her eyes affectionately.

"You took quite a while at the dress shop," Rio remarked, glancing up from his phone to meet Isla's gaze and then back down at the screen.

"That's because she tried on 100 dresses and didn't even pick one," Isla said, her voice tinged with amusement. Emma had confided in her last night about their unsuccessful trip to the dress shop, leaving without finding a dress. Rio responded with a simple hum, his attention still divided between Isla and his muffin. Isla took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, as she slid the muffins into the oven and turned her gaze back to Rio.

"What do you think about weddings and stuff?" Isla asked, her voice soft. Rio paused, looking up at her, his eyes meeting hers. "I mean, have you ever pictured yourself getting married?"

Rio shrugged nonchalantly, taking another bite of his muffin. "Never really thought about it," he replied casually.

Isla's brows furrowed slightly, a hint of hesitancy in her voice. "So, you've never wondered where you'll be in five years or anything?"

"There's just too much going on right now," Rio replied, his tone slightly distant. Isla looked at him, her eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"Like what?" Isla inquired, her voice filled with genuine interest.

Rio's gaze intensified, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Like how damn good you would look perched on that countertop," he said, biting his bottom lip suggestively as he looked up at her.

Isla's lips moistened with a hint of anticipation as she suppressed a smile, watching him rise from his seat and stride towards her. In one swift motion, he grabbed her waist, effortlessly lifting her and placing her on the kitchen counter.

"We can't," Isla protested, her voice laced with a mixture of desire and practicality, aware of the unfinished baking that awaited her attention. But her words were quickly silenced as he kissed her passionately, his lips igniting a fire within her. His hands confidently found their place on top of her thighs, boldly venturing beneath her skirt to hook her panties and sensually slide them down her legs.

Their lips met again as Rio reciprocated her longing, gently guiding her to lay back on the counter. Isla's gaze instinctively lifted, fixating on the ceiling, as his lips teased the delicate skin of her inner thigh, gradually tracing a path upward, inching closer to her most intimate desires.

A soft, involuntary moan escaped Isla's lips, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to the sensations enveloping her. In the depths of her pleasure, she reached down, her hand finding solace in grasping his head, urging him to intensify the pleasure he was bestowing upon her. Her breath quickened, huffs of anticipation intermingling with sighs of pleasure, as she instinctively pressed her hips forward, seeking deeper connection.

Eyes closed, Isla's features painted with ecstasy, her senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating touch of his tongue. Her body responded, a gentle arch of her back lifting her off the counter, her head falling back against it in an act of surrender. A quiet moan of pleasure escaped her lips, a testament to the exquisite sensations coursing through her veins.

As the climax built within her, Isla's legs instinctively moved, attempting to close around his head, craving a deeper union. Her body quivered with each pleasurable wave, her back arched further, and her head tilted back as if reaching for the heavens. Finally, a silent moan of satisfaction slipped past her lips

"Come here," Rio murmured, taking her hands and pulling her towards him. A sudden, passionate kiss was shared between them, as Isla's hand instinctively moved to unfasten his pants. Pulling them down just enough for him to spring free, he then gently lifted her off the counter, aligning himself with her.

Isla moaned his name, her head tilting back as she enveloped him in her arms, wrapping them securely around his neck. In a rhythmic motion, she began to move up and down on him, his own movements mirroring hers. The sensation caused a sharp hiss to escape from his lips, offering her aid in their shared rhythm.

In an attempt to suppress the vocal expression of her pleasure, Isla bit down on her lip. Her eyes rolled back as her fingers dug into his shirt, her legs gradually moving up to rest above his hips. Together, they maintained a steady rhythm, moving back and forth in sync.

"Oh!" She gasped out, a wave of pleasure crashing over her. Her fingers clenched his shirt tighter, her legs beginning to tremble. An arch formed in her back as she leaned into him, the wave of her climax washing over her. Not too long after, Rio followed her into bliss, filling her with his warmth.

"That's it, sweetheart. Good girl," Rio praised, as Isla let out a soft sigh, coming down from her high. Her eyes gradually met his, receiving a tender kiss on her lips. "Your muffins are burning," he playfully pointed out, causing her to snap her head towards the oven. Gently pushing him away, she approached the oven with still shaky legs, hastily rescuing the muffins and tossing them onto the stove top. She then turned back to him, placing her hands on her hips.

"I'm going to take a shower," he announced nonchalantly, letting out a small chuckle as he exited the kitchen.

"Asshole," she mumbled under her breath, discarding the ruined batch of muffins into the trash.