ROSALINE
I was now in his bed, dressed in panties and a black shirt that belonged to him. I had taken a bath after that fucking which had almost crippled me.
Russo walked into the room, shutting the door behind him and for a second, I wondered how we had gotten to this point so quickly. How in the world did I become this girl fucking her uncle? How in the world did I lose all those shyness and unwillingness to be open to others?
"What are you thinking about? You have a blush on your cheeks" there was a deep chuckle from Russo.
"No... Nothing" I looked away from him.
"Nothing? What naughty thoughts are going on in that pretty head of yours? Tell me" he demanded, a smirk on his face as he sat on the bed, beside me.
"There's none" I mumbled.
"There is..." He leaned in close.
"Tell me everything and I won't mind making those naughty thoughts of yours into reality."
"You are going to put me in a wheelchair and get me to lose my job in no time."
"You know you never really needed the job and as for the wheelchair, I really do not mind wheeling you around, Sunshine."
I put on a soft smile, folding my arms.
"Why do you call me Sunshine?" I questioned him.
"Because whenever I see you, I see a ray of light around you" he replied with an almost serious expression on his face.
"Uhm, really?"
"Really. To me, you are like the sunshine after long days of storm."
I felt something move inside of me but whatever it was, I quickly ignored it.
"That sounds so cheesy" I laughed it off and he chuckled too.
"I bet it does"
"I can go on to ask a few questions, right?" I asked him.
"Sure but you have to answer when I ask mine too"
"Not like you have ever given me a chance to not answer your questions" I rolled my eyes jokingly.
"The painting down there..." I started and saw a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"How did you actually paint it?"
"Off my imagination of you. When I painted it, I had never seen you naked before. I had only seen your face..." His hand moved to my face and he gave my face a gentle caress.
"Your hair" he moved his hand to the back of my neck and reached for my hair.
"Your hands, your legs and you thighs a few times too" he dropped his hand on my thigh letting his hand gently roam.
"I hadn't seen all of you but I could picture every bit of you in my head. And my dreams of you might have helped with those imaginations too. You have a mole close to your bellybutton, I didn't add that detail. I could have if you fancied crop tops but you didn't."
He looked into my eyes, locking our eye contact.
"I am going to make another painting of you. And this time it is going to be fucking perfect just like you are"
I felt my breath getting heavy for whatever reason in the world.
"No one is perfect" I mumbled.
"Except you. You are perfect, Caramia" he replied and I lowered my gaze, breaking the eye contact.
His hand on my thigh stopped and he pulled his hand away.
"You ever jerked off to that painting?" I questioned boldly and there was a chuckle from him.
"What do you think? Of course I did. A few times before I left. I didn't take the painting with me when I left so I couldn't jerk off to it for five years but I did get a picture of you..." He paused and pulled open his drawer, bringing out a framed picture of me.
"And now this is the picture of you that I have jerked off to the most. Easy to slip into my briefcase and take wherever I am going to."
I was awed by what I was hearing. I could hardly believe it but I knew this was nothing but the truth.
"You take it out too?" My words were slow.
"Business trips when I had to lodge in other countries, I took it with me." He replied and I stretched my hands out to receive the framed picture from him.
He handed it over to me and I looked at the picture of me.
"You... Your cum must have gotten onto it a few times, right?"
"Far from a few times. Each time I used it, I enjoyed cumming on it and imagining it to be your face. You have no idea how much you drove me crazy all these years without even knowing, Caramia."
I gulped down and ran my fingers gently over the picture.
"Tell me something embarrassing about those times" I requested.
"Ah, Cara" he chuckled and threw his head back for a second.
"Probably when I had a search out for women who looked like you"
"You searched for women who looked like me?" I was surprised.
"Yes. A few looked like you but none felt like you" he suddenly cupped my face and in a second, his lips were on mine, kissing me hard and sucking my lips.
I kissed him back, feeling eager after listening to how much he had wanted me. Fuck! I had never felt so wanted, so desired. And now that I was feeling so, it was from the person I least expected it from. Russo El Massimo.
I dropped the picture and hooked my hands around his neck, kissing him feverishly. The ringing of a phone interrupted us and Russo groaned as I hesitantly pulled away from the kiss.
I looked down and found that he was spotting a hard on already. It was Russo's phone that was ringing. He looked at the phone furiously and ended the call before grabbing me closer once again. My body grinded into his as we resumed to hungry kissing but the ringing of his phone interrupted yet again.
"Oh fuck" Russo groaned, grabbed the phone and threw it across the room.
His lips pressed over every bit of my face and then he moved to my neck, licking and sucking on it with one clear intention. To give me a hickey.
The phone which had stopped ringing earlier rang again and this time Russo pulled away from me.
"I swear if that isn't important..." He walked over to the spot where the phone laid on the floor with a broken screen.
He picked up the call, a grim look appearing on his face as he listened to whoever was on the other side.
"I will be there" Russo said with a stern look on his face and ended the call.
"Is... Is everything fine?" I asked but there was no response from him as he ran a hand through his hair and then walked up to me.
"I am just going to go deal with a few bastards who are making me leave your body right now"
He pressed his lips to my forehead, giving me a kiss.
"Don't wait for me to get back."