Finally, when he lifted her chin, she seemed to take in the view he had been intending to show her the whole time, and the mischievous glint in her eyes seemed to dim, her pupils expanding like a wishing well as the stars poured into them. It sobered Vinnie just a bit, wondering what it might be that perplexed her, yet he did not ask, for he sensed that a question like that would be too personal for a face he did not know.
When he looked at the sky above, Vincenzo often thought of possibilities. Coming from a quite hard past, there was not too much to reminisce on, so he preferred to ignore the past. Instead, he lived in futurity, assigning outcomes to different choices, and wondering what his destiny might be.
It inspired him… to thrive within hypothetical realities. But the stars, often-thought emblems for destiny, only seemed to follow one path, leading to their demise when they burnt out. He wondered if he would be like them. He wondered if she thought of it too.
But instead of asking, he decided it would have been a bit too intimate to ponder their emotions further, swallowing the words he was gonna say with a small gulp.
She laughed at him, and he was almost offended at first, but then she explained, and Enzo chuckled. Although his words were not half-hearted, and did hold sincerity as he thought she was very physically attractive, he understood how they could be perceived as shallow, because he did not know her soul.
“Hard to impress, I see.” Vincenzo shook his head, a bit challenged by her proud demeanor. But that wasn’t going to deter from his confidence. She was still, like she said, just one of the many that he tried to enamor. They would never be anything, nor did he expect them to, but he wondered if perhaps they had been before.
Being a guy who, proved by her suspicions, slept around a decent amount, he had to admit that he had a decent set of past partners, many of them currently in the other room, all clad in masks concealing their identities. She too, did not ever seem to falter in her prowess, and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was because she had practice. Surely, she must have, looking the way she did. But if they both seemed like those kinds of people, how had they never crossed paths?
The mystery woman wrapped her arms around his neck, and he smirked. For a drunk girl, it was hard to resist her. He liked the way she seemed to speak messily, and move messily, like at any moment she could fall back into his arms.
“You’re on nickname basis to me, but I haven’t heard you call me any name yet.” he said, encouraging her to think of something, some way to remember him.
Vincenzo gave her a chance to save herself, but she refuted. As she spoke into his lips, he felt a bit guilty smelling the twinge of alcohol on her breath. He could not help but feel like he was at an advantage, because although he drank, too, he was used to it. And he doubted a girl like her would have that in common with him. Yet, that ethic code failed to question him. His desire for her was stronger. “Just what I like to hear.”
Without missing a beat, she continued their banter, teasing his arrogance, causing him to laugh, and then asking questions by playing dumb, trying to get him to explain. But to him, it wasn’t so simple, so he decided against it.
“Why would I explain it, when I can show you?” He flirted back.
They finally kissed, and he expected her to reel in more, but what he got instead was much better. She stepped back, and after the chains of her dress had dropped, the black cloth did too, hitting the floor.
She kicked it to the side, and he finally saw her. For the first, and only time, he stared at her body in awe. He was right about her being flawless. Beneath her mask, she had her curves undulated seamlessly. And still standing on her high heels, he noticed her smooth skin, the tender appearance of her thighs. Above them, her breasts looked supple, and warm. If he saw her turn around, he could already picture exactly what he was going to see. But between her legs, he saw the best part. Her pussy looked soft, and warm. He wondered what it felt like inside of it. He needed to know.
In her face, she seemed oblivious to how much power she held in that simple look she gave him, but she knew. That must have been why she looked at him that way, waiting for him to run to her.
Her hand pushed his chest, causing a soft thud as he landed back on the mattress, and she swinged her legs over his body to straddle him. Already naked, he admired her figure from down below for a second, then she nuzzled into his neck. She trailed kisses over him, swirling her tongue over his ear. Much like she hinted at before, only sweeter.
Curiously, he pulled her closer to him, and slid his fingers down to her pussy, rolling his fingertips on her wetness, testing whether or not she was ready. It felt glossed already, but he decided she needed a bit more help, and slid two fingers inside her. Thrusting them on the spongy part of her spot, he slid his thumb slowly up to find the nub of her clit, putting down a bit of pressure to get in just the right place.
She unzipped his pants, revealing the bulge through his boxers. She dragged down the two fabrics together, and his d^ck lifted up and back a bit when she brought it out, and he looked down at it at the same time as she. He was so hard, and his tip glistened with precum.
He looked up at her, and through the masks, they made eye contact. He gave her a timid smile, and felt a feeling all too familiar. He had to have seen those hazel eyes before.
The girl curled her hand around the shaft, stroking from the root to the tip, and he moaned softly, enthralled by the sensation of her fingertips.
She tugged on the chains of his shirt, playing with it coyly like she wanted to take them off.
He shook his head against her hair when she asked to remove it. It was a bit complicated to get off for the first time, so he did it for her, leaning up a bit from the bed to pull off the shirt after.
She hauled his boxers off, then, and they were finally both bare.
He lifted his hands, cupping her face as her disheveled hair covered some of her features. He pushed it aside and began to kiss her, their lips crashing at a fast pace, and his tongue pushed down on hers with kind possession, massaging hers again and again. Subconsciously, he began rolling his hips on her body, and for brief seconds, he felt their bottoms kiss.
“Tell me what to do, please,” The girl spoke frailly, begging, and he kissed her once more, taking a breath when he answered. Into her.
“Dance with me.” He said, referring back to the ballroom, with the sides of his mouth curling on lips, and then he bit her bottom lip, signaling her to turn around.
He lifted her up, and rushed her to her place on the bed before he placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her down into an arched position.
Her ass pointed up at him, and her spine rolled down like a valley.
He picked up his condom from beside him, feeling up the round shape of her cheek with the other hand. Then, he ripped the wrapper with his teeth, pulling it out and beginning to slide it down his length.
But, as he looked down at her, he took note of something he hadn’t otherwise thought to notice.
It was a tattoo. Not a picture, not a phrase, but one single name.
Monet.
Vincenzo drew back for a second, and the condom rolled down to the root.
But he was not distraught, nor beginning to reconsider his actions. Instead, he looked down at the slip in front of him, and he bit his lip, entering a whole new world. The surface of the pools in his eyes seemed to freeze, losing their pigment and glinting a much whiter hue. The color of steel.
And suddenly, he realized he had been swimming.
But there was no way out anymore. He was completely submerged.
He grabbed her hips harshly and thrusted down into her belly. He pulsed into and out of her, feeling her pussy envelop him completely, and how he hit the depths of her walls. Every hit brought him closer to the edge, a drop of sweat dripping from his temples. Vincenzo grunted lowly inside her, but even then, he struggled to manage. Nearing the climax, he breathed heavily, and moaned. Beneath his body, too, Amani whimpered, overtaken by something between pain and pleasure, and he mustered a few words.
“Come with me, baby.” He huffed, strengthening his grip on her ass trying to keep composure.
“One,” He counted.
“Two,”
“Three.”
Simultaneously, cum cascaded out from his tip, and her legs convulsed when they finished. The bottom of the condom filled with semen, and she lifted her head weakly, looking messy from her face pushing into her pillow. They separated a bit, and his part slipped out, her pussy releasing it and then closing back to normal when she turned to face him. She seemed like she considered drawing back away from him, but before she could, he drew closer to her, gently pulling the corner of her mask back into place.
“I wouldn’t want to ruin the anonymity.” He whispered again, and chuckled.
God, she would kill him if she found out about this.
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