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The bell of the flower shop dings to announce your arrival. You look around the empty store for someone in particular but they're nowhere around. Approaching the counter you lean over to peak behind, not seeing her there either. With a huff you go around toward the back and finally you see the person you've been missing. She has her back to you, completely engrossed in her task of organizing a new shipment of flowers. You bite your lower lip and sneak up on her, wrapping your arms around her waist and squeezing as you feel her tense beneath your grasp. She turns around once you release and you smile up at her. Donna Beneviento. Her ebony hair shines in the florescent lights of the shop, her grey/blue eyes looking back at yours. You reach up and swipe away some hair blocking her scar over one eye, you hate how she hides it.
She smiles warmly at you, her lips curling up and exposing her dimples that you can't help but pinch them between your fingers. Donna snickers and reaches up, enclosing your hands with her dirty, gloved ones before giving the back of your hand a tender kiss. You swear sometimes you can see a literal heart in her eyes when she looks at you. You bite your lower lip looking her over, she's wearing the brand-new collared shirt you got her; a dark blue that goes well with her black gardening apron. She has her sleeves rolled up to her elbows exposing her forearms which flex every time she moves her arms, you can't help but stare at how defined they are.
"To what do I owe the pleasure amore mio? Is Angie giving you a hard time again?"
"Hm?" You look up at her, shaking your head to clear yourself from your daze, "no she's behaving. I wanted to come see you and, maybe take you out for lunch."
"I wish I could, but my shipment came in early so now I have to re-organize everything to make room, plus I have a huge wedding order-" her eyes slant and her smile fades as the worry creeps back.
"Hey," you cup her face with her hands still firmly on top of yours, "thirty minutes. That's all."
"I promise I'll make it up to you tonight."
Donna kisses your head lovingly and moves your hands down as she returns to her former task, she should know by now that you hardly take no for an answer. You slump down on a nearby bench, watching her count when you start shifting around to catch her attention. She sighs heavily and stands upright, removing her gloves and tossing them down firmly.
"Is there something else?"
"I just couldn't help but notice you're wearing the shirt I got you, and might I say you look absolutely ravishing in it. However, it would look far better on the floor."
Donna's eyes darken, she knows exactly what you're getting at, yet she cannot help the feral urge to jump you. Her eyes glance toward the clock then back at you, as you lean back on the bench with your legs open and a cheeky smirk on your face. How can she resist someone like you? The answer: she can't. She approaches you and hovers over, her lips catching your heatedly as you moan into her mouth and wrap your arms around her neck. Donna pushes you backward until you're laying down with her perfectly between your legs. She runs a hand up your shirt, her calloused fingers lightly scratching your skin before she dips them beneath the waistline of your shorts.
You moan excitedly, she has barely touched you and already you're heart is hammering in your chest with excitement. Donna rubs your cunt through your panties, she chuckles lowly at how wet you are. You weren't going to take her to lunch, you were going to be lunch. How insatiable you are. She moves your panties to the side and wastes no time plunging two thick fingers into you, with her thumb instantly at your clit. You break the kiss to toss your head back and moan but she uses her other hand to cover your mouth.
"Oh no no mio caro, only I get to hear you."
You moan into her hand and rotate your hips into her fingers, she thrusts hard and fast while her thumb continues to stimulate your clit. Gods you love how she feels inside you. Your walls clench around her fingers and your clit swells with arousal as your orgasm steadily approaches. Your hips desperately ride her fingers and your abdomen starts to tighten and coil, your hips lift off the bench and you tighten around her fingers. Just as you're about to come undone the bell to the shop dings and Donna stops, you groan loudly in frustration into her hand, biting down on it gently to keep her there. You open your eyes and lock them with hers as she looks away toward the clock.
"Merda! I forgot about the interviewers."
"Don't. You fucking. Dare." You growl, your words muffled by her hand.
"I'm sorry. I really have to go."
She gently pries her hands off you and gives you a quick kiss before grabbing her gloves and making her way to the store front. You lay there panting softly, the frustration quickly dampened by embarrassment because of the mess now in your underwear.
* * *
True to her word, once the shop was closed for the night Donna went to a local shop and gathered locally made ingredients for dinner. She handmade the noodles, and the sauce for your favorite dish, and for dessert she stashed a little extra surprise. Once you walked through the door she greeted you cheerfully and motioned to the dining room table, she knows exactly how to butter you up. How can you stay angry with someone this adorable and kind to you? You sat across from her and ate the meal in peace, it was divine as always. Donna smiled at you lovingly, all your frustration from earlier melting away. Fine. You can forgive her.
You take the plates from the table and gather them to take to the sink, since she made dinner it's only fair you clean it up. As you wash the dishes Donna approaches you from behind, her arms slithering around your waist in a mirror movement of what you did earlier. You smile and lean into her, her hips pressing into yours, and with it, a familiar bulge pressed into your backside. Your face rushed with heat as you gently grind against her, the bulge pressing deeper into you as you bit down on your lower lip. Donna reaches out and turns off the water to the sink, and carefully sets down the dish you had in your hands before turning you around and hoisting you onto the kitchen counter. You wrap your arms and legs around her, pulling her into you and kissing her deeply as your hips scoot forward to find friction.
"Tell me what you want." She orders.
"You. I want you. Please." You beg.
Donna kisses you once again, this time scooping you into her arms and carrying you through the kitchen, through the dining room, and down the hallway to the bedroom. She sets you down onto the bed and you instantly shift around to get comfortable as she wastes no time undressing you. She rips off your clothing until you're down to your panties and underwear, then she sits up and removes her own clothing. Gods how did you get so lucky? She slowly and sensually undresses for you, she undoes her tie carefully before tossing it aside. Then she unbuttons her shirt one, painfully slow button, at a time before she untucks it from her pants. The shirt falls to the floor, exposing her braless, perky breasts. You grind your legs together as you bite your lip but she forces them apart with a tsking sound.
"Sii la mia brava ragazza (be my good girl)." She orders.
You moan desperately, her speaking Italian ignites hundreds of sparks over your body and you can't help but squirm under her touch. You whimper slightly and settle yourself before she continues her undressing show, this time removing her belt with one swift motion. She takes the belt and gently using it to slap your thighs.
"Keep these open, and I won't tie them down."
You nod your head and keep your legs spread wide, the cold breeze from the room brushes against your soaked cunt and makes you shiver. Donna drops her trousers and the erect strap comes free. She climbs on top of you before an idea strikes her and she sits beside you, motioning for you to sit up.
"Show me how badly you want me."
Without a second thought you spring onto your hands and knees, kneeling in front of her and unclasping your bra. Then you shimmy your underwear off and hold them up so she can see how wet you are. Donna reaches over and takes a bottle of lube, getting her strap thoroughly lubed up for you. Your underwear join the mess of clothing on the floor before you straddle her lap, grinding your soaking cunt along her shaft.
"Look at you, so desperate for me. Do you want me to fuck you?" She asks.
"Yes. Please yes. Fuck me until I can't walk." You moan.
"Hmm, I don't know if I should. You've been awfully naughty today. Interrupting me at work. Sending me naughty messages and videos all day. Perhaps I should tie you down instead and play with you until you're an incoherent mess."
The thought alone makes you tremble, Donna's firm hands grasp your hips to keep you from moving further. She lifts you carefully so you hover over the strap, your dripping cunt quivers in anticipation. Donna looks up at you, her darkened eyes staring through your soul as you look down at her, your face flushed with arousal.
"What do you think?" She asks.
"I promise I'll be good. I won't distract you at work anymore, I just miss you so much. I need you inside me."
"Well, I didn't say that, but you twisted my arm."
Donna pulls your hips down and the strap slips fully inside you with no resistance. You moan loudly and wrap your arms around her shoulders for support, your breasts perfectly in line with her face.
"Show me how sorry you are."
You bite your lower lip and begin riding her, your hips bouncing on her cock as her mouth finds your breast. She takes a nipple into her mouth and sucks it as her hands release your hips and wrap around you for additional support. You ride her hard, moaning each time you slam down and she fills you deliciously. Donna releases your breast and moves to the other, meanwhile she takes one hand and stimulates your clit. You throw your head back moaning and bounce on her faster, it doesn't take long before that heated coil winds up in the pit of your stomach. Donna grasps your hip once more, her fingers flicking your clit just how you like, and her cock sheathed deeply inside you sends you over the edge. You slam down on her one more time and the flood gates open; you tremble and convulse as your orgasm rushes over you, your entire body relaxes and is greeted with warmth. You legs shake and clench tightly onto Donna's as you ride out your orgasm, rolling your hips on her strap until the shakes stop.
Donna looks up at you and you lean your head down to kiss her heatedly, she returns the kiss, her hands traveling up your backside and pulling you closer. Then she bucks her hips and rolls the two of you over with you on the bottom and her on top. She breaks the kiss and smirks down at you, you instinctually lock your legs around her waist as she braces her knees under your thighs.
"Don't think you're getting out of it that easily."
She thrusts into you once more, the only sounds in the room are your broken moans and the lewd slapping of her hips on yours. She doesn't stop until you are past the point of over stimulation. She fucks you hard and deep, with numerous orgasms. The final round is you on your hands and knees, her grasping your hips and hammering into you with her other hand firmly holding your hair. You've lost count of how many orgasms you've had, but after this one you collapse onto the bed, drenched in sweat and cum. Donna rides out her own orgasm with a few final thrusts before she pulls out, making you moan from the loss. She kisses your head tenderly and tucks you into the bed with her cuddled up right beside you.