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Post by Amel Allen on Jul 29, 2009 12:21:57 GMT -5
Amel gasped quietly as her thigh pressed up against him and he let his eyes meet hers, searching for her intent. She was obviously seducing him, despite what she had said before about merely wanting conversation. Even with his head fuzzy from the alcohol he could tell that she had motives behind her actions. Suddenly feeling more insecure, he smiled politely and took a small sip from his drink, knowing that he would regret it. It was hard enough keeping a straight head with this gorgeous woman making sexual advances on him, while he was so inexperienced.
He cleared his throat and sighed softly. “My apologies, I’m afraid the alcohol has gone to my head, Ines. I probably shouldn’t drink any more,” he said, wiping his lips as an excuse to look away. “This was probably a mistake. I should know better than to take a night off. Perhaps I should go get some coffee to sober up and be on my way.”
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Post by Bella Uccella on Jul 29, 2009 13:50:05 GMT -5
I will not hurt you Amel, you saved me, my purple hero the whore thought as he looked into her eyes, yet how could she blame his suspicion when they lived in a world of hidden daggers and cloaked intentions? She made a bold move by straddling his lap, her hands on his shoulders, a position of power, a position of seduction, yet it was precarious as he could easily throw her off if he so wished.
“This is not a mistake, tonight for you, and only for you, the man who saved me, the man who leads our cause, I will be a woman. I will be Ines, Bella Uccella has flown far away and here in your lap is only the girl who lived in the same house as you, and was trained into the same ideals. I am not a whore, but merely a woman in debt.”
She leaned down to kiss him, and to have her thin thighs squeeze his waist as the valley between her legs trembled in this need to give.
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Post by Amel Allen on Jul 29, 2009 14:41:26 GMT -5
As she straddled his lap, Amel dropped his half finished drink in surprise, giving a small cry as it splashed on her carpet. But he didn’t have time to be apologetic or give excuses for himself before she wrapped her legs around him and kissed him. Amel gave a small moan as he kissed back, his hands instinctively reaching up to cradle her back and keep her close to him. But as nice as it felt, after a moment Amel finally broke the kiss and took in a shuddering gasp.
“Ines, are you…are you sure?” he said, trying to buy himself some time. This was her job, but he was completely inexperienced. He didn’t know the first thing about this process! “I don’t want you to feel obligated. I will not hold you to any debt!” It felt almost insulting when he put it that way, but his mind was far too clouded to be able to put it any other way.
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Post by Bella Uccella on Jul 29, 2009 21:00:46 GMT -5
Ines flinched as the drink hit her carpet, but in such a place stains were hardly uncommon. She took that as an initiative however that he was ready. She gently shifted her weigh to push him down onto the bed.
"I will no longer be indebted to you if you allow me this, please Amel, do not let me owe you anything. After tonight, we will be even," she reassured him as she whispered into his ear, the strands of her perfumed hair drifting over her shoulder to caress his face.
She raised back up and gently undid the buttons of his shirt. Then she nibbled and sucked on his neck as she began undoing his pants, he was so anxious, so nervous, she was beginning to suspect this was his first time. Virgin men could not be made to wait, they did not need the teasing more experienced ones did.
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Post by Amel Allen on Jul 29, 2009 21:41:02 GMT -5
Amel didn’t know what to think. He didn’t say anything or move a muscle, just watched in morbid fascination as the buttons of his shirt became upon. Her fingers moved so gracefully, and in his inebriated state it barely registered that it was his shirt that this beautiful woman was taking off; that it was him who was about to partake in sexual intercourse.
But she’d told him to sit still, and he would. He didn’t want to disobey her. She was a member of his family, his closest and most loyal friends. She wouldn’t be doing this if she had a chance that it would get them both into trouble; they both had too much at stake. Plus the feeling of having his neck sucked was quite pleasurable, if the stiffness between his legs was any indication.
“Dio mio!" he whimpered, thrusting his erection against the inside of Ines’ thighs, biting down on his lip before he could say anything further and risk giving away just how inexperienced he really was.
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Post by Bella Uccella on Jul 29, 2009 23:27:11 GMT -5
Ines giggled at Amel’s earnest response, he may have been shy before, but apparently he was ready for this. Still she couldn’t let him have his head yet, preparations had to be made. With a small moan to stimulate him, she opened her robe and slipped it off, exposing her body fully to him. With an amused smirk she went down and quickly opened the condom wrapper and put the rubber in her mouth. With skill only acquired from doing this many times she skillfully moved her mouth down his erection, unrolling the condom with just enough force to secure it while not tearing it with her teeth.
She sat back up, and grasping his shoulders gently positioned herself to be entered. She gave him an encouraging smile.
“Just let me tame the red Amel,” she soothed before she slowly slipped onto him. She arched her back and gave a satisfied sigh when he was fully encased. For such a demure male, he was certainly well endowed. Her pleasure would not have to be feigned there.
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Post by Amel Allen on Jul 29, 2009 23:42:59 GMT -5
“Ahh!” he cried out as her mouth skillfully unrolled the condom on him. The only thing running through his mind was the fact that this was really going to happen. So many times he had wondered just what circumstances would come about when he lost his virginity, and despite the harrowing circumstances behind their meeting, this was far more romantic than he’d pictured. He’d also never imagined that he’d be lucky enough to fuck a woman as gorgeous as Ines. A mundane person like Amel Allen could never be so lucky.
And yet here she was, sitting atop him and preparing to let him penetrate her. As she lowered herself onto him, he moaned loudly, his cock tensing in extreme pleasure. Several curse words were muttered under his breath, the type of language that you heard in the middle of a tense meeting between associates discussing a hit and not respectable social society. His hands moved up to grab her hips and guide her up and down on top of him.
Oh lord, this is better than I thought it would be. Amel gasped and felt his toes curling with pleasure as the young woman pleasured him, and his hands moved from her hips up to her breasts, his fingers running along her nipples as his hips continued thrusting upwards.
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Post by Bella Uccella on Jul 30, 2009 0:01:46 GMT -5
Out, out, out let the red out, the blue is recoiling, Ines’ sighs and groans while meant to be encouraging were far from staged. Amel certainly had a talent for this, some men felt inclined to let a woman on top do all the work, but he was thrusting and caressing her as she ebbed and flowed. It would be a pity if his position forced him to refrain from pleasuring other women.
The first orgasm came as a shock, a shuddering searing from their bodily connection. She let herself gasp his name; in this business a lady was not to let her customer guess if he was doing well. She threw her head back and tightened her sexual grasp, her eyes closed as she pushed down harder, looking to stimulate a longer lasting orgasm.
Her fingers were digging into the flesh of his shoulders as her hips bucked and her back arched while her skin took on a sheen from her exertion.
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Post by Amel Allen on Jul 30, 2009 0:13:48 GMT -5
Feeling her walls clench around him, Amel drove into her even harder, seeking out pleasure of his own as she cried above him. He wasn’t sure if he was even doing this right, but he continued to caress her sweaty skin as she called out his name. I know you’re only doing this to please me and because you were trained, but fuck if I don’t appreciate it.
When his head cleared enough to realize that the extra moisture that he now felt as he slid in and out of her was from her climax, Amel moaned and bucked his hips harder. Knowing that he had brought her to orgasm gave him extra encouragement that he must have been doing something right. But sex was obviously an animal instinct, otherwise humans would have died out centuries earlier.
Amel calmed his frantic thrusts for a moment, and even though it pained him to do so, he sat up and slid the exquisite woman off of him. But he didn’t pause before grabbing her hips and tackling her to the bed so that she was now on the bottom. To show that he meant her no harm, he kissed delicately along her neck before lining himself back up and entering her once again. She had done well to begin this dance, but Amel was now willing to take the lead.
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Post by Bella Uccella on Jul 30, 2009 16:47:29 GMT -5
Ines couldn’t help but to smirk as Amel pushed her down, she had seen plenty of men do this as well. She opened to him and rocked violently against him as he thrust. If he wanted to be dominant, it was her place to allow him to be so. It was only fitting he be the leader even in bed, a man like this needed the complex of an Alpha. This is your red Amel, remember it, for even in its embrace you are gentle and circumspect .
She slid her arms like heat flushed snakes past his waist to cradle his hips, pushing him deeper in with every dive. She violently bent his body into a perfect arch as she came again, her fingernails leaving scratches on his lower back as her muscles squeezed again with exuberant strength. She sighed his name, closing her eyes of as she imagined a perfect wave of red devouring her body.
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Post by Amel Allen on Jul 30, 2009 19:15:58 GMT -5
Feeling her clench around him in the throes of her second orgasm, Amel couldn’t hold himself back any longer. Letting his breath even out into a discernible pattern, he threw his head back with a loud moan as he came inside her. He cried out her name, her real name, not the one that she used for her undercover missions before she took her pleasure and killed her prey.
The sensation was even more incredible than he’d thought it would be, a complete surge of electricity up his spine as he thrust his sensitive arousal into her until he had gone completely limp. He slowly pulled out of her and let his exhausted body collapse on the bed next to her. One hand went down to unroll the condom while the other reached up to touch Ines’ chest, his sweaty fingers playing toying with one nipple.
“That…that was…oh lord,” he sputtered, letting his sweaty forehead rest on her shoulder. “Grazie. Grazie mille, Ines.”
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Post by Bella Uccella on Jul 31, 2009 11:13:19 GMT -5
"You're welcome," Ines sighed in her native tongue, too tired to think of the proper Italian response, she knew Amel forgive her. Despite her exhaustion however, work was not yet done. She modestly slid her robe back on and delicately took the condom from her partner's hand.
"I'll dispose of this," she informed him before leaning down and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "We're even now, so rest my captain."
She excused herself to "freshen up", men never wanted to know what a woman must do to protect herself. After she locked the door to the bathroom she noticed the condom was broken, a small tear on the head, her face paled.
Don't even think it, you have nothing to worry about, this is why you have backup she chided herself, trying to not think of green swirling in her abdomen as she disposed of the condom. She would not worry the capo with something so petty, he probably hadn't been this tranquil in years, she would not take that from him.
She washed her hands thoroughly and drew out her douche, she ran the water and treated it with a spermicide. It had been a while since a condom broke, but she had yet to become pregnant and this was no doubt the reason.
She discreetly cleaned herself of all traces when she was done, and hoped Amel was still too dazed to ask what had taken so long. She opened the door with a steady smile.
"How are you feeling?"
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Post by Amel Allen on Jul 31, 2009 12:42:06 GMT -5
Amel was more than happy to take the assassin’s advice and rest. Grunting an acceptance and another thank you, he leaned back on the bed and closed his eyes, letting his exhausted breathing calm as his body still felt the aftershocks of his pleasure. When she closed the door behind her, Amel finally willed his body to sit up with great effort. He finally had a moment to take in what had happened to him, but in the end he would accept it just as she had put it; a debt repaid. I wish that happened every time I saved a life, Amel thought with a smirk. But I can’t allow myself to get distracted. No, this is only one night off. I can’t get used to this type of act. There is still work to do.
The blonde boy stood up and put his clothing back on, having to sit down before his shaky hands could manage to button his shirt. As his hands worked through the haze of his buzz and exhaustion, he happened to glace at the chessboard again. The black side with its queen victorious over the white king, trapped against the corner of the board and pinned alone. He smiled and wondered if she would ever indulge him in a game, given that he assumed that this act would be a one time thing. What can you do when you're not indulging men by losing on purpose, Ines?
Just as he was shrugging back on his jacket, he heard the bathroom door open and quickly turned around to look at his fellow Innocenzo. “Good. Excellent. Yes, yes, I am quite well,” he answered, walking across the floor to stand in front of her.
“I…ah, I am not certain of the proper social standard for such a situation,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “But I suppose that if our debt is settled, I should be on my way. May I at least give you a kiss goodbye?” A handshake just didn’t seem good enough.
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Post by Bella Uccella on Jul 31, 2009 20:34:54 GMT -5
"A kiss would be a very satisfactory way to end such an affair Amel," Ines reassured him, opening her arms and mouth to him once again. This kiss as far more chaste however, a promise of friendship and not of sex in it's caress. She laid her head on his shoulder when she broke it to whisper in his ear, letting her arms drape on his shoulders.
"Don't be afraid to let another woman see your red Amel, even when it's yellow, we can see black and red can light the way, keep in mind blue is also important for red can engulf a person like an inferno," she whispered, wondering if she ever see him again. She supposed it was likely, and that made her happy, he felt like a friend to her, and he be the first one she have in the family.
"Take care."
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Post by Amel Allen on Jul 31, 2009 21:56:01 GMT -5
Amel raised his arms up to cradle the young woman’s back as he held her gently, the same way that she was touching him. The kiss was soft, sweet and so innocent after what had just taken place. He was shocked that she could just brush the whole thing off so easily when he was still in a very subdued shock after what they had just done. But Amel was good at adapting and going with the flow when necessary. He pulled away when she did and smiled at her explanation of colors again. It was still a bit hard to follow, but he thought he got the gist of what she was saying. She was telling him to enjoy this, to allow this part of him to be beneficial instead of a hindrance now that he had gone through with it. And yes, he did very much want to do it again.
“Yes, thank you for everything, Ines,” he replied as he let her go. “Take care of yourself as well.” With that he walked to the door and gave one last shy grin over his shoulder to her before closing the door behind him, feeling more relaxed than he could ever recall himself being.
The intermission had been lovely, but there was still work to be done. With a much clearer head, the capo headed outside to hail a cab, trying to think up an excuse for Cerise who was waiting for him at the hotel.
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