Chapter 14 Serious Like #2
Reiko watched, breathless and tingly and burning with need, as he rolled his thumb once over the head of his penis, smearing the bead of precum similarly to how she had.
Then he released himself and reached for her, sliding that same thumb up her center to eventually roll it over her clit. Her head fell back and she moaned.
She almost missed the sound he made. “So wet for me.” He removed his thumb in favor of stroking two long fingers through her folds and pushing them partway into her opening. “You ready for me to claim this pussy properly? To fill you up until you’re dripping with my seed?”
Tears stung her eyes unexpectedly. They’d talked about a lot of things, and she had fully engaged the conversation about children—as surreal as it had been—but somehow, only in this moment was it hitting her.
Only now, as he touched her so lewdly and promised such indecent, thrilling things, did she make the connection.
He didn’t just think she was beautiful. He didn’t merely want her “as is.” He wanted her the way she’d always truly been. He wanted her as a woman. He wanted her for everything she’d never been appreciated for, everything she’d struggled to appreciate in herself.
Her response was watery, stupid emotion filtering into the lust, when she gasped, “Yes, please. All of that.”
Santino stilled, fingers hovering just shy of her center. “Reiko? Do you need to be saying your word?” He’d heard the tears, of course.
She squeezed her eyes shut for a second, sucked in a hard breath, and shoved the stupid emotion down.
I am not ruining this. “No,” she said, a little clearer.
She stretched out an arm to brush her fingers through his wonderfully mussed blond hair and smiled.
“I’m okay. It was a good thought. It just caught me off-guard. ”
He met her eyes, studying her, and finally smiled. “All right.” He turned his head, pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, and added, “If you say so.”
Her heart warmed. “I promise.”
His grin returned. “Then I’d better give my woman what she wants.” With a subtle adjustment, his length was gliding between her lips, the crown flirting cruelly with her clit. He let out a low moan, as if even that much felt as good to him as it did to her.
Increasingly desperate, Reiko reached down and grabbed her legs by the knees, hauling them up and spreading herself wider. “Please, Santino,” she begged.
He rumbled, blue eyes flashing with appreciation, and positioned himself at her opening. “Such a good girl, presenting herself so pretty to me. You’d better be ready, then, baby.” His hands moved to her hips in an anchoring position. “I might get a little rough.”
She felt herself pulse deep inside and nodded, unable to articulate the burning need.
He slid the tip past her opening, rocked his hips like a tease, then slammed his full, thick length inside.
Reiko cried out, her back arching as stars popped behind her eyes and her insides stretched to accommodate.
It had been a long time, and his fingers didn’t compare.
But she felt like she’d been aching for him for days, so the sudden stretch was a mild inconvenience compared to the fucking delight of having Santino Guerra buried to the hilt inside her. Bareback.
His hands clenched tight at her hips and he actually moaned, his own head tipped back, as he sat inside her for a lingering moment. “Fucking hell, baby, your pussy is fucking heaven.”
She might have laughed at his word choice, but he followed the almost rapturous declaration by moving his hips.
He slid out slowly, more than halfway, then surged in again.
And again. And again. The breath barely caught in her throat before he knocked it out of her, hitting deep every time, and Reiko clung desperately to her legs as she rocked with him.
As if sensing her struggle, Santino released her hips and swept his hands down her thighs, somehow taking over holding her legs where he wanted them and relieving her of the task.
His powerful thrusts didn’t falter, practically driving her backward up the bed.
“You fit me so good, baby.” He anchored himself deep, suddenly stopping and hooking her legs over his arms as he leaned over her.
“You feel that?” He rocked his hips, not leaving her, just grinding against her from the inside.
And she did feel it. She absolutely felt it.
“That’s how well you’re taking me, beautiful.
Your sweet, tight little pussy’s stretching so fucking perfect for me.
” He curled his hands again around her hips, her legs still hanging off his arms, and repeated the grinding motion.
“This is mine now, Reiko. Understand?” He pulled back, slowly, until he was barely notched in her at all.
“Every inch of you, from the inside out, is mine.”
Her back bowed, a breathless cry escaping her as he surged once more into her core.
Into the aching heat that did so clearly belong to him.
Her fingers scrambled for purchase on the bed.
“Yes,” she gasped as he resumed the hard, vision-blurring rhythm that had him dragging across her most sensitive spots. “Yours—I’m yours!”
Santino growled, released her hips, dropped her legs, and stretched fully over her.
He shoved one arm underneath her, wrapping it tightly around her waist, and fisted the other hand in her hair as he latched his lips to hers.
The altered angle drove him deeper, and she clung to him eagerly.
He brought his knees up to better brace himself, giving his thrusts more power.
He was crushing her against him, into the bed, and she didn’t care.
She lifted her legs again, this time wrapping them around his hips, and whimpered into his kiss.
He broke from her lips to murmur against her skin, “Need you to come for me, beautiful. Come for me here, like this, while we’re so fucking close together I can’t tell my heartbeat from yours.
” He grazed his teeth over her pulse point as if for emphasis.
“Come on my cock, baby. Show me how I make you feel.”
Her nails scraped over his skin as she slid a hand into his hair and grabbed whatever she could.
Her hips bucked of their own volition as the orgasm he demanded crested through her with a white-hot ecstasy.
She distantly heard herself scream his name, but all she was aware of was his body pressed to hers and a euphoria like she’d never felt burning through her veins.
Then a throaty, masculine moan as the body cocooning hers shuddered and something deep inside her pulsed.
She drew a gasping breath.
Santino moved his head to her shoulder. “Goddamn, beautiful. That was so perfect, you pulled me right over with you. I was trying to hold out.”
A breathless laugh escaped her and Reiko softened her hold on his hair. “You really are a monster,” she teased.
He choked on a laugh and finally pushed to his elbows, enough for their eyes to meet. “All around.” He dipped down and caught her lips in a sloppy kiss. “How about we go for a nice long soak and break in my overpriced tub?”
She let her legs relax, sliding them over his butt and down to the bed. “Are you determined to get me pregnant today?”
That wicked grin stretched across his face. “It’s crossed my mind.”
Reiko teased his jaw with her nails, letting herself touch him more indulgently, and finally said, “I think I’ll need a break after the next round.”
He pressed a kiss to her nose and pulled them both upright. “That can be arranged. We have plenty to talk about.”
She smiled, and determinedly ignored the fluttering of her heart as he scooped her up instead of allowing her to walk for herself.
It was absolutely, utterly foolish to think she could possibly be in love with a man she’d only really met a handful of days prior.
But she was, irredeemably, in some serious like.
Reiko talked him into spending a few hours at the office on Friday, which he capitulated on largely so he could arrange a few things as a surprise for her and also to appease her obvious guilt over the literal days he’d missed.
Skipped, as Irene had said.
Santino didn’t really care about the distinction.
The business mostly ran itself as long as the people in charge of the departments did their jobs properly.
Which, he supposed, was the biggest issue at present.
He had sort of whacked one at the start of the week.
So, while he was in-office, he dutifully poured over the list of eligible in-house candidates Irene had put together for promotion to the vacant position.
Charles’ seat would be hired fresh, or promoted up from too small a position for him to be bothered with.
It was an obnoxious way to spend forty minutes, regardless.
His phone chimed at five minutes to noon, indicative of a text message, so he leaned away from the computer for a moment to see what had come in. He glanced over the unfamiliar number, but in his line of work, unfamiliar numbers weren’t exactly uncommon. So, he tapped the message.
His not-tired-enough dick processed Reiko’s beautiful face and exposed collar with just a tease of cleavage before his brain did, jumping to attention in his slacks despite the hours they’d spent rolling around together the previous day.
That was what he got for living a life of mild restraint when it came to sex, he supposed.
Now that he’d found the woman he wanted, he seemed to be inexhaustible.
It took him a full thirty seconds to realize there was a written message attached to the entirely decent bit of porn she’d sent.
My new phone is here! Hopefully you get the picture. I’m not the greatest at selfies. The purple is beautiful, actually, thank you.
His lips lifted in a smile and he chuckled to himself, thumbs already moving.
Not the greatest? Tell that to my dick. Are you flashing that collarbone to the entire staff?
Glad you like the color. Miss you.
He could have added that he’d see her in under an hour, but that would spoil the surprise.
He had about enough time to set his phone back down and turn his eyes back to the computer monitor before she messaged again, and as childish as it felt, he couldn’t not smile at that.
There would be days when he’d need to make her messages wait a few minutes.
This was not one of them, so he promptly reversed his focus.
This is what I was wearing when you left. You’re terrible. And I miss you, too.
Santino grinned wider and made himself get back to work. He at least needed to finish up one more project or Irene might get so flustered she quit on him, and then he really would be in a bind.
His phone went off again thirty minutes later, but it wasn’t Reiko.
It was a text from his mother. Guilt slammed into him before he’d read a word.
He hadn’t told her about his fiancée. She was going to either burst into tears or strangle him.
Possibly both. Unable to process any of that, Santino left the message unread until he closed down his computer, then leaned back in his chair and pulled it up.
Armando knew his schedule and would have called to have the car coming around, but he could spare a text.
Make sure you show up to family dinner this weekend. It’ll look suspicious if you don’t.
Santino scowled at his defenseless phone. As if he didn’t know that. As if he was the one who needed to worry about looking suspicious.
No, he just needed to worry about everything else that would blow up at the next family dinner he attended.
Because best-case scenario, only relatives he could trust were there, and it was only awkward and involved a bunch of loud, yelling Italians.
Which Reiko would not like. But the worst-case scenario was much, much worse and none of them would like how that option went.
Santino blew out a breath, tucked his phone away, and scooped up the folders he’d worked on earlier as he strode from his office.
Irene looked up from her desk, her gaze immediately zeroing in on the folders.
“Here you go,” he said, depositing them in an open space he was certain she left for his lovingly anticipated drop-offs. “You know my system. I also closed out those files you flagged. Good catch. You had lunch yet?”
Her head was already bobbing before she processed his question. “No, sir, I was just finishing up some emails.”
Armando moved into his peripheral.
Santino dipped his chin. “Make sure you take the time. See you Monday.”
“Mon— Wait, you’re leaving again?” Irene hopped to her feet, but he was already walking. “Mr. Guerra!”
Santino raised a hand over his shoulder in a lazy wave.
“Sorry, Irene. What can I say? I’ve got a new fiancée at home; I need to make sure she’s settling in.
” He paused at the corner of the hall and turned his head to wink back at the predictably flustered forty-something.
“You’ll meet her soon enough. Keep it to yourself for now, would you?
” He continued on his way and called one final word, knowing it would force her into submission as much as it would grate on her. “Appreciated!”