101. I want it.
Elena.
It had been a long day and I was exhausted. Diego was especially restless and full of energy today. He asked so many questions and ran around non-stop, making it difficult to keep up with him. Finally, after what felt like hours, I was able to get him to bed. I tucked him in tightly, kiss him on the forehead, and tiptoed out of his room. As I finally put Diego to bed after a long and tiring day, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with Deangelo. He had been distant and seemed preoccupied all week, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was upset with me.
Maybe he thought I was somehow involved in the leak at his company or that I wasn't being supportive enough. These thoughts filled me with a sense of insecurity and frustration.
But tonight, I had a plan to change things. I wanted to remind him of our connection, to show him that I was there for him in every way possible.
I dressed in a silky, barely-there robe and took extra care with my hair and makeup. a sultry nightwear could be a black satin slip dress with lace trimming, featuring a low-cut neckline and a thigh-high slit on one side. The fabric was soft to the touch and shimmers in the light, hugging the curves of the wearer's body in all the right places. It was paired with black strappy heels and a matching satin robe that drapes effortlessly over the shoulders, hinting at the seductive surprise that awaited beneath. The overall look was alluring and captivating, sure to turn heads and set hearts racing.
I felt a nervous excitement building in my stomach as I made my way to his door, careful to avoid Sofia or any other prying eyes. As I knocked softly on his door, my heart pounded with anticipation. Would he be surprised? Would he even want to see me? The door creaked open and I saw him standing there, his eyes dark and intense. For a moment, I hesitated, wondering if I was making a mistake. But then he grinned and all doubts disappeared.
His grin even turned almost feral and a glint appeared in those blue eyes as he took another step further. Ah crap! I groaned to myself, adrenaline shooting through my body, creating mixed feelings within me. A part of me screamed to turn tail and flee to the safety of my bedroom, while another part- the traitorous part of me wanted so much to stay and allow myself a taste of what was surely to come if I continued to taunt him. Though I had to admit that I was more than a little surprised at his reaction. Though he tried so hard to act as though he was unaffected by my half nudity, there was no mistaking the bulge in his pants, nor the way his gaze had lingered over my body.
Deangelo wanted me and the knowledge caused my heart to soar, though why I should be elated completely eluded me. "I could get used to this," he murmured, the heat in his voice turned me on. He stood so close now, I could feel the warmth of his breath fan over my skin, sending delicious shivers down my spine. He raised his free hand and brushed my cheek, his touch so light yet igniting fires within me. I bit the inside of my lips hard, breaking the delicate skin as I fought to stifle the moan threatening to escape. I took another step back. The back of my knees brushed the edge of the sofa and I realized with a jolt that I was well and truly trapped.
"Deangelo," I tried, breaking off, hating how husky my voice sounded. Judging from the way the grin widened, I knew that Deangelo had noticed my situation too. "Yes?" he asked, eyebrows raised in mock question. He brushed my cheek once more and I gasped this time.
"What do you want, Elena?”
I want to leave? No, I want you to kiss me again and finish what you have started? "I need to leave." I said, somehow managing to look him in the eye as I said it.
"Is that what you want?" His voice lowered an octave, and my toes curled into the rug beneath my feet. No! "Yes."
"You sure, princess?" He lowered his head till his lips hovered mere inches from mine, tantalizing me to lean up and get another taste. "Because your mouth says one thing, but your eyes and body is saying something else." He dropped the towel, the material falling to the ground unheeded as his arms encircled my waist and pulled me against him. Up close, my hands brushed against his hardness and I blushed, dropping my hands in a hurry.
Deangelo chuckled, pulling me even closer till there was barely a hair's breadth between us. I panicked, placing my hands between us and pushing away. Deangelo caught my hands in one of his, his intent clearly written in his piercing blue gaze. "Isn't this what you want, Elena? This is why you are here dressed so beautifully, isn't it?" I opened my mouth to reply in the negative, but he closed the distance between them, his mouth taking mine in a searing kiss.
All rational thought fled from my mind the minute Deangelo’s mouth touched mine. Unlike most romantic kisses of ours, this one was of pure and utter lust, the bold thrust of his tongue in my mouth, seeking and taking, demanding a response from me. The hand encircling my waist crushed me to him till I could feel every single inch of his arousal pressed against me. At first I struggled, unwilling to let myself be caught under his spell again, knowing he would use that weakness to mock me. Then the kiss softened, hard and demanding changing to soft and exploratory and I felt my resolve melt like ice before a fire.
I moaned and kissed him back, arching my body against his, no longer able to deny the desire raging in me. Deangelo let go of my hands and I slipped them around his neck, fingers tangling in his silky hair, our tongues dancing together in a silent melody of desire.
Sensing my surrender, Deangelo’s hands roamed all over the curves of my body, it was as if he was forcing himself to gain some measure of control and the almost overwhelming need to take me. I was like a frightened animal, tentatively giving myself to him. Push too hard, I would panic and it was obvious that he didn't want that. I moved against him, my thigh brushing against his erection and Deangelo groaned out loud. He let go of my hands and I immediately curl around his neck, stroking the nape of his neck.
Taking that as encouragement, he broke the kiss, my moan of protest changing swiftly to a gasp of pleasure and surprise when his warm mouth closed over one painfully erect nipple. "Oh God!" I moaned, arching back, offering more of my swollen flesh to him. He obliged, taking the flesh deeper into his mouth while his other hands tweaked and squeezed at the other, then began to blaze a trail down over my flat stomach, heading south. "Deangelo," I gasped in shock, wriggling when his searching hands traced the top of my mound. "Please."
"Ssh..." He whispered, though he moved his hand. He concentrated instead on the twin mounds of flesh, laving me with his tongue till my breath sawed in and out of my lungs and my knees gave way, but at the last minute, I freaked out again.
I was frustrated; I wanted to go the extra mile with Deangelo.
“Don’t worry, Elena. I am very much ready to wait till you are ready, we do not have to rush anything at all.” He told me but I was tired of waiting too.
“I am tired of waiting, Deangelo, I think there must be something very wrong with me at this point, I want it, then I don’t want it even when I so much want it. I am just so scared and I wanted to give you something to take your mind off of stress.”
“I understand your frustration, baby, it is not your job to take my mind off any stress. We will just take it as slow as we have been taken it.” He responded as he cuddled me instead.
“Do you think I am the spy, Deangelo?” I finally asked.
He laughed heartily, “Hell no, Elena. That does not even make any sense, you have nothing to gain from my downfall.” He said.












