The two of them don't say a word to each other as they drive to a hotel. Vito tries to start a conversation, but Jaci doesn't seem interested. Within those moments, he wonders if he had thought too deeply about their attraction. As he drives, he tries to analyze each moment, wondering where he might have gone wrong.
"Are you okay?" He asks her, catching her side glance. "You've been quiet."
"Oh. I'm fine." She replies, a slight tremor in her voice as she turns back to the window, gently nibbling on her bottom lip.
If Vito can read her mind, he will understand he has done nothing wrong. He has played his cards so right that Jaci is taken by him.
Her hands drum against the leather of her purse, and the exposed skin of her thigh begs him to place his hand on them. She is panting, albeit softly, but still thirstily.
The way his body ripples with each turn they take and how hard his jaw is from how deeply he is concentrating makes him feel she is his kryptonite.
Jaci is falling deeper and deeper in lust and needs the man she only just met and although it feels so right, she knows it's trouble.
She's playing with fire. She knows that but why isn't she stopping herself now that it's too early? Fuck!
Vito looks at her again as he slows his car, seeing her flustered face. He doesn't notice until the lights of the car pack are right above their heads that her face is flushed and red.
Jaci looks like she's been running a mile. With the engine off, he can even hear her soft pants. All of it coming down at once has him groaning to himself.
How had he failed to notice all along? How couldn't he tell she was aroused?
The exposed skin of her thigh calls to him, and he turns his body towards her. "You don't look too good, Jaci… are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine." She replies through clenched teeth, defiance in her eyes as she meets his gaze.
He can see in her eyes that she will not admit it so readily. She will not tell him what he needs her to say and what he badly wants to hear. Vito hums, his left hand inching up her thigh, his skin grazing her warm body.
Jaci moans, unconsciously pulling apart her thighs, her body craving his touch.
When he reaches towards her to pull her robust mouth, she doesn't hesitate, tugging his shirt just as hard until their lips meet softly in the middle. Vito feels like he is aflame, the heat trickling from their lips down to his groin.
He shifts uncomfortably, adjusting his hard cock in his pants before hearing Jaci's low moan. He pulls away, biting on his lower lip when he sees her face.
The heat on her face reaches her ears, and her hair slips out of the bun, making her look just as captivating as she was on the dance floor.
"Let's go." He says to her, his voice hoarse and thick with arousal.
He gets down from the car, rounding the front and reaching her side, pulling her up. She sways slightly on her heels before steadying herself. Their bodies are flush against each other, and it takes a lot of self-control for Vito to let her go again, reminding himself they are still in public. He needs to have her under him, moaning his name and digging her nails into his back as she cums.
Vito grunts, walking by her side towards the elevator. He presses in his floor number and looks away from her, keeping his eyes straightforward. When she leans on his arm, he struggles to concentrate.
Jaci turns towards him, moving towards the side of the elevator, her pupils dilated. He can tell she is acting on pure instincts, throwing out all common sense and focusing on what she wants to get done.
He moves down to meet her when she gets flustered again, his arms swooping around her waist pulling her closer and meeting her lips with his. Vito loves the soft gasp that escapes her mouth into his when he kisses her.
As his hands roam her body down to her waist, he can feel her body shiver against him. He places his knee between her legs, using his height to his advantage and pulling his lips away from hers. He holds her face in his palm, watching her rubbing herself against his thigh.
Jaci is moaning loudly, and he lets go of her face, letting her press her face against his shirt, and ride out her orgasm.
When she begins shaking against him, he holds her tight, keeping up the pace and bouncing his knee against her sensitive part until her body slackened against his.
Vito hears her chuckle softly and turns to look at her. "Are you okay?"
"Not even close." Jaci exhales, looking at him through hooded eyes. "This isn't doing it for me."
He sighs, looking down at the tent in his pants and adjusting himself again just as the doors of the elevator open. They are so caught up in their world that they forgot where they are. It is just what she does to him. Jaci clouds his mind and makes him forget. She makes him lose his inhibitions and focus on her, on what he needs. He clasps his hand in hers as they step out, feeling young and free again.
The two of them jog through the hallway, barely able to keep their minds off what will happen once they are alone.
Vito gets out the hotel card in his pocket, slips it into the door, and opens it.
As they step into the room, silence overshadows their excitement, and the sounds of their breathing become louder.
Vito shuts the door behind them, the two lingering by the door, not stepping away.
He moves towards her, pushing her against the door, locking it with a swift click. He can feel all of her now that they are alone. Vito exhales, not having to worry about someone walking in on them or noticing what they are doing.
He slips his hand down her neck, flexing his hand around it and giving it a light squeeze. She stiffens a bit but at the same time gasps, arching her body into his and shutting her eyes. Pleasure overcomes them, and Vito loves how responsive she is to his touch.
He keeps his hand around her neck, using the other to tease the different parts of her body, leaving goosebumps trailing behind. There is the need to know her body like a second skin. To see everything underneath and worship every inch of her.
"Vito… please." She begs, her hands halting his movements as he unzipped her dress. "This is torture."
"This…" Vito says, chuckling darkly as her dress slides off her body. "This is just the beginning."
Her dress pools at her ankle, and she drops her gaze to it briefly before meeting his eyes again, which have darkened completely. The moonlight is their only source of light, and Vito cares less about switching on the lights in the room. The soft colors of the moon make their moment more intimate.
He leans forward, sucking on her collarbone and feeling her dainty fingers grip his shoulders in return.
She is trying to stay on her feet as her knees buckle from his mouth touching her.
Vito sucks on the skin, nipping at it gently and sucking harder. He leaves love bites scattered all over her neck and her collar, feeling almost possessive as he marks her up.
She doesn't mind, though, as she moans louder, rubbing her body against his erection. He is just as aroused as she is, yet all he wants to do is taste her.
He pulls away from her, staring at her body against the door and how needy she seems before tugging her towards his bed. Vito chuckles at her squeak and lays her on the bed, taking off his shirt and pants before crawling towards her.
He doesn't touch her, only staring at her wild looks and pecking at her lips. She arches after him as he pulls away again, lips pucker.
The feeling he is getting from her being the way he never thought is way more than he had expected. It is safe to say it overwhelms him.
His eyes trail down her body, and he notices as her breasts heave against his chest, gulping. His body moves on its accord, lips meeting nipples and hand molding around her breast. Jaci barely has time to think before he softly clamps his mouth on her nipple, sucking her mound into his mouth.
He loves how she melts more into him, offering him more of her breast.
Vito plays with her nipple, his entire lower body melding against hers. She doesn't notice how much she is rubbing herself against him. Moving away from her breasts, he reaches down, hands rubbing down her waist and squeezing at the skin. Beneath him, Jaci is writhing into him, her body unable to withstand the need that has taken over her.
He trails his hand to her lace underwear, staring at her face as he moves it to the side. Her expressions are enough to yearn for. As his finger moves, slipping from her clit to her slit, her face is stuck in a temporary 'o'. She clenches her hands to her side, barely opening her eyes. Vito curses under his breath as he slips his middle finger into her, watching her quake and cum all over his fingers.
"Oh, Jaci. We have barely even begun."Starther, watching her quake and cum all over his fingers.
"Oh, Jaci. We have barely even begun."