Chapter 9
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ANASTASIA
- Nine years ago
A moan slips from my tongue, so loud that the crows hiding away in the church bell take flight.
My eyes flutter open at the sounds of their wings flapping away into the distance and I gasp, taking in the menage of blues, disrupted by white clouts that slowly float above me.
Without the twinkle bells of sunshine, so warm and tingly against my skin, I’d think this was a dream. An illusory fantasy because that’s what he does to me.
He challenges me, surprises me, pushes me and even though a display of public indecency isn’t such a strange act to commit — we do live in a school filled with horny teenagers — to me, it’s so completely insane and wild that part of me can’t help but feel finally free.
I laugh as his tongue circles my belly button, blowing small raspberries into my skin that tickles. Then it shifts into something so much more. His fingers slide over my silk thong, rubbing the wetness that seeps from between my thighs all around.
“Leone—” I moan, quickly slamming my palm over my mouth when I realize what I just said aloud.
We’re in broad daylight. Students fraternizing is an expellable offense and not to mention completely embarrassing.
Leone lifts his head up, his dark hair falling into his eyes, and pries my hand away. I sigh, marveling at how unfair God must be to match two perfect specimens together. “Don’t hide any of those beautiful sounds, mi amore. I want to hear them all.”
There’s this look he gets in his eyes whenever we’re together like this. It’s almost filthy and it makes me even more turned on knowing that I’m the one to transform him this way.
Nine weeks of friendship quickly blossomed into an unexpected romance. I don't call him my boyfriend yet, even though he definitely falls into the category, but right now I love how we are in our little bubble, free from the judging eyes of society.
It’s weird how someone can go from being a complete stranger to the only person I want to be with.
I’m not used to this. I don’t do gooey and soft and sometimes it makes me feel like every other idiot that falls for the first guy to call her pretty.
But he’s not the first guy to call me pretty.
He’s not the first guy to kiss me, or want to fuck me, or ask me out.
But he’s the first to keep my interest.
To make me smile and laugh without thinking. It must mean something that I still want him and that he’s still here, even after my many attempts to scare him off.
I see through the mask, amore. You don’t need it with me. I knew it was real that night he whispered those words into my ears.
And I knew it was different when I wanted to drop down on my knees and suck his cock. Not as a power play, or because I felt pressured but because I simply wanted to make him feel good .
Words, I’m not good with. People can easily lie and manipulate them, but actions, that’s how I show my true feelings.
Finally, I can understand my parents need to constantly be together, touching, kissing… like right now, we’re supposed to be studying, yet the slight brush of his hand against my thigh and the economic test I have tomorrow is nothing but a mere triviality compared to this.
“Do you think we should tell people?” I ask, smiling softly as his lips work their way up to my neck.
“Like who? It’s not like we have many friends between us.” True. We’re both loners which worked for us.
“Jas?” I offer. My lab partner in Chemistry is the only real friend I’ve made here. Despite the numerous attempts to shake her off, she’s stuck to me like glue but she’s also kind to Leone, treating him like an actual human compared to all the other jerks here.
His laugh vibrates against my neck. “She already knows, mi amore It’s pretty obvious when you can’t keep your hands off me.” I gasp, playfully biting his cheek. “Another kink? Perhaps you’re the deviant in this relationship?”
“Shut up and kiss me.” Those full lips slam into mine .
I smile as he tries to battle his way into my mouth but I keep them pressed shut. There’s always a between us and I love it, enticing this playful side of him he keeps hidden away.
His teeth sink into my bottom lip, forcing my mouth to open wide in a gasp and he slips his tongue deep inside. My hands reach up to sink my fingers into that thick hair that brushes against my cheek. I tug at it lightly, and he grunts, slowing the kiss into something magical.
“What about family?” I murmur.
He pulls away for a second, heavy breaths matching my own. “Family?”
“Yeah, do we tell our families? I mean I call my mom every week and it feels weird not to mention the guy I make out with on a daily basis.”
He nips at my ear. “That better be me you’re talking about.”
I push at his chest, knowing he’s just trying to avoid the question. “We’re at that stage, Leone. I think it’s time.”
His lips quirk up, exuding that boyish charm that makes me melt inside. “What stage is that?”
“The stage where I’m comfortable enough to have your hand up my skirt.” I retort.
“My favorite stage.” He mumbles, busying himself with kissing my neck agai n
I moan, hating that he knows it’s kryptonite. Be strong Stasia.
It takes all the strength I have to push him back. “We need to talk about this. I want to tell my mom about you. I want to gush to my sisters about how amazing it feels to have a boyfriend. I want my dad to process the information before he meets you for the first time.”
“Boyfriend?” That wicked smile appears. “Does that make you my girlfriend?”
I scoff, “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend? Because I am certainly not asking you.”
Laughing, he takes my hand and presses a warm kiss to the palm. “Anastasia Romano, will you be my girlfriend?”
It’s far from a marriage proposal but I imagine this is what it would feel like one day. A swarm of butterflies invading my stomach and my heart so full I can barely breathe.
“Yes.” Hooking my arms around his neck, I draw him in close. “Always yes.” I whisper, brushing my nose against his until his tongue delves inside of my mouth again.
Moaning, I cling onto him tight, pushing our bodies against each other whilst he begins to flick the buttons open on my shirt .
Breaking the kiss, he brushes his hand up and over my breast, letting it settle around my neck. For a second I panic, feeling those walls of defense begin to build up again. “Shh, it’s okay.” He murmurs gently, those soft eyes boring down into mine. “Just relax into it, tell me how it feels.”
He squeezes, introducing me to the foreign sensation, so constricting and tight, yet it entices a flood of hormones to surge through my body, pinging against every nerves to strike pleasure in a way I didn’t know it could exist.
“Good.” I gasp, lost to the strange sensation.
Loosening his grip, he pushes his thumb against my lips. I take it in my mouth, closing my eyes as I imagine it’s his cock I’m running my tongue around. “You’re so beautiful, mi amore.”
The nickname spurs the pleasure pooling in my stomach and he’s barely even touched me yet.
I feel his body shift down and those full lips catching the top of my underwear. He tugs on the tiny bow with his teeth, yanking it down with so much force that the material tears into two.
“Leone,” I groan, noting this is now the third pair he’s destroyed. My mom will be suspicious if I keep spending hundreds on La Perla underwear. He traces the word sorry against my clit. “Okay I forgive you. ”
“I’m not doing my job right if you can speak.” The hand grips my throat again and his finger pushes inside of me.
I shudder, back arching off the grass as all the oxygen in my lungs is squeezed out of me. God, I feel so light.
So light, I could float up and up until the only things that exist in the atmosphere is us.
His tongue flicks out against my clit, tightly coiling pleasure within me and I reach down, sinking my fingers into his soft tendrils before yanking them hard. I feel him grunt against my pussy, spurring his movement on to become faster, more desperate like he needs me to cum for his own unselfish desire.
“Please Leone, I can’t…I need it, please.” I manage to choke out from beneath his hand.
Leone lets go of my neck, inviting my cries of pleasure to the world again and finally slipping another finger inside of me. They curl up, stroking my inner walls with such passion I can feel them begin to flutter close around him. My eyelids open, finding him hovering over me and staring with a rabid desire that only makes me want more of him.
He swallows my moans with his lips, nibbling and biting as my orgasm rocks through me like a wave, endlessly crashing against the shore .
“I’m yours Anastasia. Yours to touch, to keep, to call a boyfriend.” I’m still trembling in his arms as he gently strokes my clit back and forth, but his words invite a smile to my face.
I reach my fingers up to graze against his cheek. “Mine.”
To everyone else he’s a pauper’s son with little significance to their worlds.
But to me…I see my perfect match, eyes shining down on me like I’m the only thing in existence that matters.