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Turning my lips away from her breasts, I bring my right hand to her hip, holding her in place as I bring my other hand between her thighs. Moving her panties to the side, my finger comes in contact with her wet folds. I like how responsive her body is to me. So fucking wet. Fucking perfect.
She parts her legs, giving me more access. I tease her folds, spreading her wetness along her entrance before slipping two fingers inside. “Uh…” she gasps, bucking her hips to match the movement of my fingers.
I go slow, rubbing her clit with my thumb. I curve my fingers, hitting her G-spot. “Goodness!” she moans, her breath heavy. I pick up pace going faster, her pussy gripping tightly to my fingers. “I’m about to come,” she announces, her voice desperate.
I increase the pace of my fingers, and soon she comes, crying out, her juices spilling on my fingers. I slip them out, wiping them off on her breasts. She lets out a contented sigh as she comes down from her high.
I like seeing her like this, and I could watch her the whole night, but I so badly want to be inside her. I want to watch her face when I enter her, so I reach for her mask to slip it off.
I expected some form of resistance, but there was none. The moment her mask comes off, I face the most beautiful heart-shaped face I’ve ever seen. I notice a little shyness in her baby-blue eyes as she tries to look away but I bring her face back to look at me.
We stare into each other’s eyes for a moment before her eyes move to my bulging erection, and she starts to undo my pants, her hands a little shaky. When my pants come undone, I reach into my pocket, taking out a condom. She has her eyes on me as I slip it on.
I bring my hands around her waist as I hold her against the wall; she raises her right leg to my waist, giving me more space. I notice her wetness dripping down her inner thighs, and for another strange reason, I want to have a taste.
Another thing I don’t do is oral sex. But I so badly want to taste her. What is happening to me? Holding eye contact, I slip inside her. She lets out a soft sigh, her mouth falling open, her hips bucking.
She’s so tight. So fucking tight, I’m going to lose it if I move too fast. I’ve never been in a pussy this tight before.
I remain still for a moment, staring at her. There’s something that seems to shift inside me as I look into her mesmerizing eyes with my dick buried deep inside her. Regaining my composure, I start moving slowly in and out of her, with her pussy gripping tightly around my dick.
She grips my shirt, bringing her head to my chest as she cries out in pleasure. It’s a good thing this room is soundproofed, so no one can hear her voice. “Oh…my g…” she moans.
I can tell she’s stopping herself from calling God. Maybe she’s ashamed that he might condemn her for what she’s doing right now. I bring my finger to her pussy, circling her clit. “Oh…I…can’t take it anymore,” she cries out, her fingers digging into my skin through the fabric of my shirt.
I start going faster, her back hitting the wall as I drive into her. “I’m…coming…” she screams between thrusts, her head now resting against the wall.
Her grip on my shirt tightens as she comes undone, and soon, my release follows.
We both remain silent for a while, with me not wanting to come out of her. This is a first, I’ve never wanted to be with a woman a second after I finish. Who is this woman, and what is she doing to me?
I quickly slip out of her, excusing myself to go to the en suite bathroom to clean up.
After trashing the condom, I stare at my reflection in the mirror, my mind reeling from what just happened. I splash some water on my face, cleaning it with the handkerchief in my pocket before stepping out.
When I step out of the bathroom, she’s already gone. The only evidence of her ever being here is her mask, which is on the floor where I tossed it. I pick up the mask, tracing it with my fingers. I step out of the room. The party is buzzing, but when I go downstairs, she’s nowhere in the crowd.
I search everywhere but I can’t find her. It’s as if she disappeared.
***
Hours turned to days, and days to a week, and I still can’t stop thinking about the mysterious woman—Cleopatra.
So, after my meeting with Mark, I ask him about the agency he hired for the women at the party.
“They were something, weren’t they?” Mark says with a mischievous grin. “I’ll email you the agency’s contact address.”
“Thanks,” I say, rising to my feet. “I’ll keep in touch.”
“See you around, Leonardo,” he calls after me.
As I walk out of the restaurant, I wonder if I’m doing the right thing by seeking out this mysterious woman.
Chapter 5
Kaitlin
I’m standing outside Andrew’s hospital room, trying to calm my emotions before I go in.
