Sophia's ears turned red, and her fists clenched at her sides. "I'm too tired today. I don't want to do this!"
Capone didn't push her. Just then, his phone rang. It was Joey calling, probably to update him that Cronus and Diana's conditions were stable and there were no issues.
After exchanging a few words, Capone said, "You contact those Southern people. Tell them we might send someone over in a few days. Ask them to keep an eye on things, and also…"
"Enough, stop it!" Sophia didn't wait for him to finish speaking. She rushed over, snatched the phone from his hand, and although she knew she couldn't beat him, she childishly hid the phone behind her back.
Capone looked at her lazily, his gaze sharp like a knife, as though he could slice through her clothes piece by piece.
His body still burned with desire, especially when Sophia finally relented, obediently pressing her lips against his. A longing surged from within, like a tropical vine, wrapping around him.
But her soft, plump lips quickly pulled away. He didn't even get a chance to savor the familiar sweetness and softness.
"Is that it?" he looked down at the smaller woman in front of him with a condescending and indifferent gaze. His voice was raspy, revealing the desire raging beneath his cold exterior.
Sophia bit her lip, wearily raising her eyes to meet his. Capone showed no intention of letting up. If he didn't get what he wanted today, neither of them would have peace.
With a helpless sigh, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips again. Her hand crawled up his arm to his shoulder, until her lips were caught by his. Feeling unsteady, she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to his body tightly.
She kissed him, not with any particular skill, but simply following his lead. It was always him taking the initiative, and she just needed to follow his rhythm.
Occasionally, he liked to let her take the lead, and she could only imitate him. The way he kissed her, she kissed him back the same way.
She didn't have his dominance, nor the determination to devour the other person, so she could only get as close as possible. When their lips felt a bit moist, she extended her small tongue, teasingly licking his lips. He gently loosened his grip, and she carefully slid in, her tongue meeting his equally soft one. They tangled together, their breaths becoming a chaotic mess.
If it were usual, Capone would have already cupped the back of her head, pulled her waist closer, and taken over the kiss, claiming her breath. But today, it seemed like he purposely wanted her to lead, waiting in place to see what she would do next.
Sophia and his lips and tongues intertwined for quite a while, her tongue feeling a bit numb. She liked kissing because it was the gentlest beginning of intimacy, and when her lips met with her lover's, it made her think of the phrase "sharing mutual care in a world of emotions" —
It felt like there was a possibility of a lifetime together, tender and affectionate.
But now she realized that going from kissing to passion wasn't as easy as she had imagined. If the other person had already made up their mind not to respond, not to mention soul connection, even the heat of their bodies couldn't meld together.
Sophia had no choice but to pull back slightly. Her lips left his, but her hand remained around his neck. Their eyes met, and she understood that he was telling her to continue.
His chin had short stubble. When he worked hard, his beard grew quickly, and his eyes would become slightly red, like a rabbit, no longer the big bad wolf.
She kissed him, firmly, a little painful, a little on the verge of tears. She desperately held them back, then traced the curve of his jaw down to lightly brush his Adam's apple.
It was a very sensitive area for a man. She could feel his body tense slightly, and he obediently tilted his head back, as if encouraging her to linger a little longer, not to pull away so quickly.
She granted his wish, gently kissing again. The small, hard lump moved slightly under her lips. When she kissed again, a pair of strong hands appeared around her waist.
He still couldn't control himself. He wanted to pull her closer, but he desperately held back, reaching to tear at his shirt collar. If they continued at her pace, his body might explode.
Sophia understood and began to unbutton his shirt, pulling the light blue fabric to each side of his shoulders. She didn't take it all the way off, and he didn't bother to do it himself, letting the shirt hang loosely around his body with a hint of laziness and playfulness. He watched Sophia kiss his shoulder, then his chest tattoos, and finally land on a small, raised red spot.
Good heavens! Her lips, though slightly cool at first, felt so hot in that moment. When they touched his chest, he nearly jumped. The sensation at the tip of his skin was wet and slippery... It was her tongue!
He wanted to tear off both his clothes and the fabric she was wearing, push her onto the bed, and make love to her, letting everything else wait! But her lips were already moving downward. She touched both of his small, brownish-red nipples in turn, but it felt more like a formality.
Her lips landed on the muscles of his lower abdomen, and he was filled with a growing sense of anticipation, mixed with boundless anger.
How far would she go for someone else? She had never been this accommodating with him, but now, she was willing to do so, all for Diana and Cronus?
Or perhaps more for Cronus?
The thought of it set him on fire, the sucking kisses tickling the small of his back were as light as a feather but ignited the nastiness in his blood and he grabbed Sophia by the hand, 'Get up!'
Sophia didn't look too good, confused and pale as she looked at him.
'Take your clothes off before you do that, take them all off, not a single one left!'
Sophia looked at him deeply, that look of exhaustion and discouragement stuck in his mind for a long time, like invisible hands gripping him, painful and uncomfortable.
'I am so tired today ... can ... we do it tomorrow?'
Words did not export, she put back, knowing that he will not agree, why not just do it and sleep well.
She removed the long-sleeved lace blouse on her body, inside is a close-fitting camisole vest, underwear is Capone's favourite black, deep v-neck lace against her breastbone and shoulder line, beautifully shocking, releasing two white soft bunnies daintily trembled, Capone's breath sank a few more points.
She was soon as naked as a newborn baby, her skin white and soft as milk pudding, set off by the black argyle between her legs and the red pistil on her breasts, which looked even more alluring.
'Come here!' He hooked his hand at her, and it took a great deal of effort not to impulsively sweep her into his arms with one hand.
Sophia obediently walked over and crouched and knelt directly in front of him, undoing his belt and trousers and releasing his long ago proudly high arousal.
It looked a little fierce, yet incredibly silky smooth in her palm, with high heat, and clearly visible blood veins, lifting slightly like it was alive.
She hesitates, embarrassed, overwhelmed, her palms unconsciously caressing and straining as Capone bursts out her name through clenched teeth, 'Sophia-diaz...'
The next second, he was completely wrapped up and engulfed by her!
'Uh-huh...' he said as a shriek rolled across his throat, unable to resist tilting his head back and letting out a heavy gasp before he suppressed the urge to cry out in relief.
It was always too embarrassing for a man to call for a boat, but Sophia always had a knack for making him lose control.
It wasn't that she hadn't done it for him before, but that time he'd only thought about punishing her and humiliating her, and he'd done it so hastily that he hadn't even bothered to feel the tantalisingly wet warmth of her little mouth.
'Move your ... and little tongue ...'
He gasped raggedly, his hand held in her soft hair, gently pushing, impatiently making demands.
Sophia just felt her mouth being held up unbearably, as if it couldn't contain all of him at all. Her tongue didn't know where to hide, and when he held it against her it could only swirl haphazardly at the tip.
He was still holding her up and moving, the wristwatch in his hand hanging on to a few strands of her hair, pulling and hurting her scalp when she moved, but he was oblivious.
There were tears in her eyes, but all she could do was move with him, and where the front end reached her throat, the feeling of vomiting ran out, and he pulled back some, and she immediately forced it down again.
Capone sat on the bed behind him, one hand still stroking her hair, drawing her back and forth to move and devour him, one hand sliding down her shoulder to her chest, gathering the white softness on one side and rubbing it, and lowering his head he could see the woozy shape in his hand.
'That's so good, just like that ... faster!'
He watched as her small, palm-sized face flushed, lust smudging her pallor, looking much smoother than it had a moment ago, her cheeks slightly concave and incendiary.