She ought to be showing more decorum, but his tongue moved the silk of her top against her nipple in delicate friction. The dampness of his mouth enclosed her in heat, sucking and inciting. She was lost, groaning with delight as he tortured her, licking and moving that damp fabric, squeezing the swell of her breast just enough to push more blood into the tip.
She was going to climax from this alone, she thought, working her nails with agitation against his shirt, thinking she should stop this, but she was compelled to keep going because it felt so damned good.
Her waistband released and his other hand slid in, confident and possessive, cupping soaked lace, saying something in Italian she didn’t have the wherewithal to interpret, but he sounded pleased. Like he was complimenting her. She absolutely flowered when he sounded so appreciative and admiring.
He held his palm steady for her to grind herself into the heel of his hand. She moaned with pleasure as her arousal became acute. She tore at his collar and tried to stroke his skin, wanted to bend and kiss him, but as she pulled back, he stared at her chest.
“Give me the other one,” he growled, eyeing her left breast, still tucked away.
With trembling hands, she lifted her top out of the way, pushed the cami down so her breasts were thrusting out the top of it, brazen in the most extreme way.
He opened his mouth wide on her bare nipple and she nearly screamed at the sensation of his teeth closing softly, dragging all the way to the tip before he sucked her into the deep, wet cavern of heat that was his greedy mouth.
A rush of need flooded into her sex. Into his palm.
He made an animalistic noise and his fingers pushed past silk, fingertips seeking, two penetrating, burying deep, thumb tracing and finding. Circling.
“Yes,” she gasped, giving herself up to the stunning height of pleasure, welcoming the thrust of his fingers, clasping him hard to her breast as he nipped in a way that was just short of pain. The sensations he was offering were so sharp and intense it was almost too much to bear. She clenched, trying to hold back, realizing how close she was to losing it. This wasn’t what she’d meant to happen.
His arm clamped around her waist and he kept lashing her with those twin sensations until she couldn’t hold back. Orgasm crashed over her. Her body nearly buckled under the power of it. Her cries of abandon filled the backseat and she pressed her hands to the ceiling, all of herself offered to him as he pleasured her, nearly bursting into jagged tears at the intensity of her release. Dying. She was dying and would never breathe again.
The paroxysm held her for a long time, until she slowly became aware that his caress had become soothing.
His damp hand moved, sliding onto her hip then cupping her backside, urging her to nestle her tender, throbbing flesh against the aggressive ridge of his erection straining the front of his pants. He lifted his head and licked at her panting mouth, teasing her into kissing him back.
She was still shaking with reaction and kept her eyes closed as she kissed him with swollen, trembling lips, aware of his hardness everywhere: shoulders, arms, thighs. Even his lips were firm where hers were soft with spent pleasure. His heart was pounding while she was still trying to catch her breath, both of them damp with perspiration.
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As Allie made preparations for she and Luke’s wedding, she was also immensely rubbing it in on Rachel. She was allowed to do that, after all, she’d won and Rachel had lost. She sat across Rachel in the parlor as she said in a phone call
“Yes love, Luke and I are getting married again. Yes…. That’s superb… ofcourse you’re invited. Bring Tom and Cynthia along… alright… thanks a lot, bye” she could feel Rachel’s glare boring into her as she made the call. Well, too bad she wasn’t invited.
“What were you saying Rachel?” She smirked. “you’ll cause problems for I and Luke? Where has that got you? I successfully confessed my feelings to him and he loves me back, not you… and another thing… we are getting married again, how about that?” She rambled with pride.
“Don’t get too excited, Allie. I haven’t given up yet and I never will ” she rolled her eyes
“That’s too bad. You shouldn’t give up, instead, you should keep fighting a loosing battle” she gloated
“You have no idea what I’m capable of doing, do you? I can be very scary when I’m obsessed. And unfortunately, Luke’s my victim”
“Keep your measly, empty threats to yourself Rachel” she fired back. “Luke is not your victim. He’s my husband”
Rachel laughed scornfully. “Not for long”
Allie kissed her teeth. “you can’t do anything else, darling. I and Luke are getting married again and we love eachother so much that there’s no room for you”
“Love? Luke doesn’t love you and he never will, Allie. All he wants from you is sex. Do not delude yourself” said Rachel
“Right back at you buddy. You’re the one who’s deluding yourself” said Allie and suddenly, Rachel stood up and came to her.
“Let go of Luke while I’m being nice. You won’t like the outcome if you persist” Rachel threatened. “who do you think started the fire at the hotel huh? It was me. I intended to hurt you” she said and Allie gasped. “that child you’re carrying…” She pointed to Allie’s stomach. “That’s the only reason Luke is still with you. You fell pregnant to trap him and without that child, he’ll see you as nothing”
Allie cringed as she placed her hand on her stomach as if she was protecting her unborn child. What was Rachel insinuating?
“I can get rid of that child for good ” Rachel smirked. “and then, you and my Luke will have no connection whatsoever”
Allie jutted her chin. “Do you think I’ll let you harm my child?”
“Oh poor Allie, you are powerless against me” Rachel cackled. “I sent those thugs to harm you and your child that day while you were jogging” she said. “the fire outbreak at the hotel, you got lucky to have escaped it but do you think you’ll escape my wrath the next time?”
She bared her teeth at Allie
“Psychotic bitch” Allie said as she retreated in fear. This woman was really obsessed and dangerous. Allie felt fear for what she’ll do next.
“You did what, Rachel?” Both Allie and Rachel heard a voice and they turned to see who it was. It was Luke.
Allie breathed a sigh of relief and Rachel turned pale.
“I asked what the fuck did you do to my wife, Rachel!” He barked