CRIME PRINCESS: Meriggiare (BWWM)

"Is it hard?"
"What do you think?" He whispers in my ear, tickling my hair against my neck.
"No, I mean...killing a man." I blush.
"Depends on who it is." He cradles my sweaty hands wrapped around the grip of the gun. He tenderly rubs my knuckles and scribbles in circles to my finger tips. "How does it feel? Having all that power in your hands?"
"It's like holding something warm...and thick." I tantalize, embracing the grip.
"Don't squeeze unless you intend for something to come out of it." I felt the peck of his warm lips against my neck.
I moan, softly. "Oh, but I do."
"Then, show me." He suggests.
"Watch me." I demand.
He slides behind me, allowing to me to feel him pressed firmly against me. He squeezes my hips, massaging my waist before wrapping his toned arms around it.
"Here goes nothing." I say, lastly.

BANG!