I’d sniffled probably three times in the last few minutes and still ignored him at this point, hoping that he would see my brave face instead. It was our anniversary after all.
“Sweetheart?” He forwent my name once more, still choosing to whisper another term of endearment. In turn, he knocked from outside again, knowing damn-well that this space equally belonged to him.
“Yeah, you can come in.” I cleared my throat, just now able to pull myself together by the time he turned that doorknob.
“Hey, the limo will be here soon. Do you wanna head downstairs and…” despite pointing backwards, Bill trailed off his New York as he looked towards me through peripheral vision.
Wearing this brilliant designer suit with coiffed tresses of darkened hair, he stood behind me and we both glanced at the mirror on cue, as if synced like flawless music.
“What were you going to say?” I asked.
“We’re not going to dinner.” Bill affirmed, already wanting to press some button on his phone to “signal” the driver to turn back and cancel this pickup.
“What are you talking about?” I narrowed both eyes while still facing the mirror, but knew that he’d stepped closer to me from behind.
“We’re not going to dinner. I’ll have someone deliver the food here instead.” Bill repeated himself before wrapping both arms around my waist. To make matters worse, his cologne wafted towards my nostrils and soon lingered this intoxicating scent.
“Thank you, but why?” I pouted toward that mirror, despite that known feeling of his dangerous lips falling onto the crook of my neck. Through dim lighting of this room, sequins of this black dress twinkled. I shut my eyes, taking our moment.
“We have to talk.” He left another kiss along my skin, but daring to face the mirror himself again. He then raised my chin, forcing my own eye contact with that reflection.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered, almost choking on my words regardless of best efforts.
“Who are you?” He asked, stroking my chin as we faced the mirror.
“Oh come on, not this again.” I barely chuckled, trying to smile through the tears.
“Uh-uh. I’m not happy until you finish that sentence, remember? Now, who are you?” Once Bill shook his head, his accent worsened, sending chills down my spine.
Even his chest motioned even closer to my beck, pressing his clothes against my bare back. He had purchased the sleeveless dress for today, just hours before this point of my own insecurity.
“Your girl.” I cleared my throat and stopped playing games with the demons in my mind who swirled to give bullshit.
“Say it again.” He lowered his voice, nearly growling as he continued holding me close and rasped against the shell of my ear. That cologne returned, dizzying my thoughts and conjuring infinite sins.
“Your girl.” I bit my lip in the mirror, closing both eyes and craning my neck just when this man slowly unzipped the back of my dress.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got condoms, all right?” Despite the eagerness of this particular moment between us, I smiled knowing that he still valued protection as much as I had.
“Okay, thank you.” I nearly hid my face with a free hand when he dared to pull away from me. Still, he turned and seconds later, which allowed me to see him eye to eye now.
“You’re welcome.” He took both of my hands and quickly interlocked our fingers before moving inward to kiss me, still hoping to ease my internal struggle.
“What?” I asked. Weakness arrived the moment he smiled against my lips and chuckled.
“Look at me. You’re so beautiful.” Once we stopped holding hands, Bill whispered and reached out to caress my face before standing at his full height in return.
“I hate you.” I lowered my own voice this time and bit my lip once more.
“Still sleep in the same room every night. I’ve come a long way from sneaking through your window, hmm?” He palm my face with both hands now, showing off that damn smile as we kissed again.
“From stranger to partner in twenty years, Russo.” I dared, knowing that if I uttered his last name, gears turned in his head every time.
“Thank you.” He promised, giving another kiss as my dress pooled to the carpeted floor.
“Billy?” I trembled his name, voicing this desire once more.
“Yeah?” He answered just before lifting me up and setting us both down onto the bed, shadowing his frame onto mine.
“Fuck me. Please?” I dropped the act, allowing myself to be desperate. Without sporting the dress, I’d wore dark lingerie and wrapped both legs around his waist.
“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me.” He admitted. His coiffed hair lost its structure moments later, prompting strands to run along his paled forehead. Those damn brown eyes pierced my soul, zeroing in.
Before I could say anything else to him, we kissed deeply once more and heaved with each passing moment this time. His shadow then returned and casted over me as he reached out and held my cheek, staring again.
“Take what’s yours.” I begged, choking on my words once more before he even aimed to take off anything else on my body.
“No.” His voice somehow bridged between dominance and desperation, leaving me speechless for just a moment. “I’m yours.”
His head dipped soon after and I nearly gasped at the sight of him, pulling down my panties with his brightened teeth. His eyes. Those perfect eyes looking at me the entire time, filled with lust and protection that no one else had ever witnessed.
“Don’t pop the buttons. I paid a lot for that suit.” I laughed, smiling despite being nude under his fingertips.
“Cheeky, aren’t you?” Bill gritted his teeth, understanding the joke. His clothes now looked disheveled as he scrambled to disrobe without losing my touch.
“Open your belt.” I stuck out my tongue, easing his rush by detouring the movement.
“I can’t wait anymore.” He sat up and listened, chiming the sound of that belt towards my eardrums. My heart raced as soon as he glanced towards me now and allowed the pants to fall away from his lower half.
Both scars or birthmarks lined his pale skin as I sat up and ran my fingers along his legs, palming warmth near him to prove that I was still a real person. Meanwhile, precum leaked from his erection, daring to slick these covers before we even started.
“What do you want, Daddy?” I licked my lips, teasing him already.
“You, Baby. Always you.” He slid that condom on right away and lined up his erection with my core, eyeing me for permission still.
“Go ahead.” I promised, shaking as soon as he pulled in that first move. We both cried out, not caring if neighbors heard from down the street.
“Fuck.” Bill growled this time. My curls fell back against the pillow, spreading out natural ripples of artwork. Above me, he pushed over and over again, moving deeper with each thrust into me.
“Mhm…” As we made love instead, I could barely think straight, only focusing on this time together.
“I’m so close. God, you’re so beautiful.” Bill repeated himself again while still hovering over and taking me down, forgoing his usually manic sex to give me attention in quite a different way.
“Come on. Please. The end inched closer towards its peak, daring to spill onto this bed. Our bed.
“Yes.” He struggled to speak again before finally releasing, quivering as cum shot into the and fell away from him.
We both shambled, heaving once more as our high cooled down. Seconds later, he took off the condom soon after and ducked it into this trash bin near our nightstand.
“Oh.” I laughed, surprised by his sudden movement. Just when I had aimed to rest on my side, he pulled me back into his arms, smiling against the back of my curls.
“Where you going, Mrs. Russo?” His accent returned and whispered again, teasing me just I had earlier tonight.
This mischievous bastard would spoil me for the rest our lives.
