ROSALINE
I walked into the living room, my heels making a clacking noise as I did so. I felt a bit tired and could not wait to get in my room, take a bath and jump into bed for the night.
But right in the living room, Russo was seated on one of the sofas, his laptop by his side, opened.
"You are back"
"Oh yeah, I met with my friends" I replied.
"Friends including the guy from yesterday?" Russo asked.
"Rick, yes. He is the one who dropped me off just now" I replied and saw the look on Russo's face darken for a second.
"Does he show his face up in front of you exert single day?" Russo questioned.
"We tend to see or talk everyday. He is my best friend for a reason" I replied, dropping my handbag to a sofa and plopping down beside it.
Russo got up on his feet, seemingly reminding me of just how tall he was. He looked....
No, I could not check out his looks tonight. And not ever.
He walked a few steps and suddenly stopped in front of me. With him right in front of me, I felt like my heart stopped and yet sped up at the same time.
He lowered himself to his knees and reached for my leg but I quickly pulled away. He didn't say a word and instead pulled Ng leg to him.
"Boy best friends are rarely real, Caramia" he pulled the heel off my right leg very slowly and I could feel my cheeks burning up as his slight touches were starting to do something to me.
"Boy best friends are mostly boys waiting for an opportunity in your life. To date you or to fuck you" He pulled the other heel off as he said those words.
"Rick... Rick is not one of those. He is just a friend, a great friend and he has no other motives other than our friendship" I replied but my voice had gotten way lower and way softer.
"And is this Rick in a relationship?" Russo questioned.
"No, Rick is not but there is a girl he likes"
"Naive, Sunshine. You are naive."
Russo's hand slowly caressed my ankle. If that was supposed to be a massage, it wasn't hard enough to be one. It was slight touches that almost made me jump out of my seat.
What was Russo doing? Was he forgetting that I was just a girl too?
The urge to touch my pussy washed over me for a second but I quickly fought it.
But why was I fighting it? This wasn't going to be the first time Russo would be seeing me touch myself. It had happened before so it didn't matter if it did happen again, right?
"Fuck" I cursed softly as he seemed to apply a bit more pressure on my foot.
I knew I should be telling him to get off right now and running off to my room but that really was the last thing I wanted to do.
Instead, my legs parted open and Russo raised his gaze from my legs and looked at my spread legs. I was so sure he could see my panties but could he see the wet patch that was sure to be there now? Could he see that I was now wet for him?
Oh my! What was I doing?! This was me, Rosa! I hated being open to others but fuck, I think my body was loving the way Russo was staring at my pussy.
"Caramia" it was a deep and almost animalistic growl from him as he suddenly got on his feet, lowered and kissed me hard on the lips in no more than a second.
My breath was being taken away and fuck! I loved it!
No, I didn't. I could not love this kiss. This was Russo kissing me! He shouldn't be doing so and I shouldn't be enjoying this!
But his lips, his tongue, the way he tasted, the way his lips fit with mine and the way he was kissing me hungrily like I was his source of life. His tongue was in my mouth and it lashed against my tongue.
I couldn't help it. I lost control of myself completely and kissed him back as hard as I could, my hand eagerly going to his body just as his lowered to my tits.
He fondled my tits from the clothing just at the same moment my hand covered his clothed hard cock.
I moaned softly into the kiss and he let out a deep groan as I rubbed his hard-on.
Out of breath, I broke the kiss and looked into his eyes that held nothing other than lust and desire for me. His hand fondled my tits again and I ran my hands around his cock.
"Fucking shirt!" He rasped and before I could know what else was happening, my shirt had been ripped open.
I gasped but could barely take in air before he claimed my lips once more, this time with a more hungry kiss as he joined me on the sofa that I was.
He reached his hand to my tits.
"So beautiful" he moaned and was about to unclasp my bra when I stopped him.
'No, no. Don't say it, Rosa. Rosa, stop everything right now. Don't say those words you are about to say'
Those were the words in my head but I couldn't obey that and instead I lifted my face to look at him. His parted lips, his half unbuttoned shirt, the raging hard on behind those clothes. I felt my mouth water and my pussy get even wetter.
I really wanted to stop myself from saying those words but Russo, seeming impatient, grinded his hard on against my thighs and kissed my neck before looking back at me.
"Don't tell me you want to fucking stop right now, Caramia" he grunted, his voice sexy.
The words pushing to leave my shy lips were far from the idea he had though. With my face flushing bright red, I whispered the words to him.
"Can I see your cock, please daddy?"