Whispers in the Darkness

Chapter 59

Blaine De Lombardi's POV

She whimpers, "Blaine," and leans on my hand in relief.

She growls back at me as I take my hand off of her.

I whisper, "Patience, patience," as I run my face down her neck to her cleavage.

I follow the valley between her breasts with my tongue, ending at the tiny patch of skin that just barely shows through the dress. Then I press my lips to hers, allowing the thin fabric to imprison her nipple between mine.

When I gave the delicate bud a small nibble, she let out a cry. I came to my knees after moving down her body farther.

"Hold the dress," I said to her.

She gathers the fabric into a bunch and shows me her black pants. The dampness presses the cotton of her pants against her lips.

I intervene when she tries to remove the dress.

"Keep the dress on; I'm going to fuck you in it."

I slide her pants down her toned legs slowly. I pocket them once they've slipped off.

"You're going to have to be quiet, Lucia, unless you want everyone to hear what you sound like when I make you cum."

With eagerness, she nodded.

I seize her behind to force her crotch to press up against my lips. Her leg is wrapped around my neck, and I can already feel her hands tugging at my hair.

My tongue touches her opening lightly and then slides up to her clitoral area. I start to move my tongue in circles at the same speed, and she gasps. She let go of her dress, and it enveloped me as her enjoyment grew. Right now, all that would be visible to someone walking in is my head beneath Lucia's dress.

She started to get an orgasm and grabbed hold of my hair. She desperately presses her pussy against my face using her hips. I feel her leg getting tighter over my neck, so I poke two fingers inside her. I tuck them in and lightly touch her G-spot. She explodes like a bomb, but I don't stop licking her clitoral area until she gets off the high.

I emerge from beneath her clothing to find her wedged against the wall. She almost trips, but I manage to catch her.

"Were you attempting to murder me? Breathless, she rasps, "Swear I saw the goddess when you were down there with your tongue."

"You look pretty happy for someone who was near death."

She gave a smile.

"Death by orgasm doesn't sound so bad," she replied.

I chuckle and plant a kiss on her lips. She puts it back while her hand starts running into my pants, stroking my cock.

"Turn around."

She does as I say, sticking her palms against the wall and jutting her ass out at me.

I unzipped my jeans and took out my erect cock. I run the tip gently between her swollen lips, letting her moisture cover her head.

I keep torturing her, hoping that she will break and that I will hear her pleading. I maintain a strong grip on her hips, controlling her as she tries to move them against me while holding on.

"Blaine," she groans.

"Let me hear your words, baby."

She whispers, "It hurts,"

"What hurts?"

"My physique! It hurts and needs you."

My control gives way, and I plunge straight into her. In relief, Lucia lets forth a cry. I refuse to let her screw me back, even if she tries. With my hands on her hips, I give her little thrusts to control her movement.

"It seems like you desired this-for me to give my cock to you."

"Yes!"

"Look at you, taking it like a good girl."

I lower the dress' neckline so that her breasts are visible, but the material is still sufficiently elastic to keep the straps on her shoulders. Her tits press against the cool wall, and her ass rubs against me further as I grasp both of her hands in my right hand. I can give her more depth because of the angle.

Every time my cock touches her deep and her nipples brush against the wall, she shouts out.

My cock is still deep inside her when I halt her, just as I feel her orgasm coming on.

She begs, "Blaine, please," as though she's going to cry from annoyance. She wiggles against me in an attempt to move, but this posture limits her movement options.

I slowly pull out until her tight pussy is heating only the tip of my cock.

She opens her mouth to complain, but I slam her inside and give it to her just as she wants it.

I start pushing into her quickly rather than pulling her against my cock as I used to do. She lets out a scream, but I block it with my free hand.

That's the way you prefer it, huh? Deep inside your crotch till it seems like you might burst."

I keep pushing myself on her. The sound of her pussy meeting my cock seems to be amplified in the closet.

I murmur, "Such a good little slut for me."

Her groans are still muffled by my hand.

The air is heavy with the scent of pine, vanilla, and sex, yet my nose picks up on something else, someone else.

My nostrils are tickled by the distinct scent of Anthony, and I nearly growl with rage. I notice a silhouette outside the door when I look down. His breathing is starting to quicken due to the lust he feels after witnessing me fuck my partner.

I sense Lucia getting closer to me, indicating her impending arrival. I take my hand out of her mouth and keep pushing inward.

"Blaine! Blaine! Blaine!"

She gives my cock such a hard grip that I can see stars. She yells as her body shoots forward, keeping her balance on her toes. Not too long later, I released my own.

We're a panting mess, and Lucia's legs are shaking, so I have to hold her straight. She presses against my chest as I raise her back up. I take a deep breath of her amazing aroma and move her silky hair to the side, planting a gentle kiss on the back of her neck.

I follow my gaze down to the closet door's crack and notice that Anthony's offensive smell has vanished along with his figure.