Yuki was a small town girl from Texas held captive by the lifestyle of the rich and famous in Miami. Julio was a handsome, smooth talking assassin. When they fell in love, he wanted to free her from that life. There were a few obstacles he had to overcome, though. One problem was that Yuki’s lover just happened to be as vicious a killer as Julio and the other—well, Julio’s next contract just happened to be Yuki.
Julio awoke as the first light of morning crept into the bedroom. After staring at the ceiling fan whirring above him, the furniture surrounding the bed and the young woman lying next to him, he remembered where he was. Rarely had he ever been less than one hundred percent aware of his surroundings, but this girl—this girl was special. He marveled at the sight of her long black hair spreading symmetrically—perfectly—over her back, offset by her beautifully tan skin. Permatan she called it because, as she explained, she was never not tan. When he asked her what she meant, she just laughed and winked at him.
Julio knew he would find out what she meant eventually, but that was not foremost on his mind. He smiled at the memory of their lovemaking, and reaching out to her, traced her spine with his finger, moving slowly down from her neck to the middle of her back.
He remembered how easy it was to pick her up. All he had to do was pretend to be interested in her as a person, not as a potential conquest. The more he talked to her, the more he picked up on her insecurities, and the more he understood about her, the more he could focus on her psychological needs. It took an hour, but it was worth it. She was incredible in bed, moving as though every thrust of her hips might be her last. Somehow, during the course of the night, she became more than just a great fuck. Despite his internal alarms, he began to see her as a human being, and then he was hooked.
Julio slid his arms around Yuki’s waist and whispered into her ear. “Yuki,” he said, “I have to get going pretty soon. I have an appointment.”
Yuki shifted her weight slightly and murmured, “Keep touching me. It feels good.”
Julio leaned over, kissed her neck, dragged his tongue to her shoulder blade and slid his finger down her spine.
“Keep going,” she whispered.
He made small circles at the top of her butt, his cock made hard by the motions of her hips rocking against his body, motions that matched the tempo of his fingers.
“Keep going,” she whispered again.
If it were anyone else, Julio would have just done what he wanted, but Yuki was not just anyone else. He slid his finger between her soft mounds, lingering when he touched her tight hole.
