5. Dario #4
My hands fist the messed-up sheet around me so I don’t rip her boy shorts from her body and bury my head between her legs.
Even though I can’t touch, it doesn’t mean I have to stop.
Leaning in closer so my face is only inches from the pussy that in my mind I’ve already claimed, I breathe in her sweet scent, getting close enough so my nose very lightly grazes the pink cotton fabric.
She lets out a soft moan but doesn’t wake.
Completely lost to her, I brace my hands on either side of her and take another deep inhale.
My cock strains against my joggers, painfully hard and soaked in my own pre-cum, and all I can do is grit my teeth and try not to lose my mind.
She’s going to be the end of me. Hell, she already has been in so many ways, but what still remains of me is hers.
I know it with a certainty that’s as unrelenting as it is unnerving.
Before I force myself away, I press a soft kiss to her boy shorts—right where her piercing is—and the moment I feel the metal beneath, there’s a blade at my throat. My body tenses, lips still pressed against her center, hands still fisting the sheet, and cock still very much about to explode.
“You’re lucky my sleepy brain realized it was you.” Her voice is thick with sleep and sexy as hell, but even though she knows it’s me, she keeps the knife pressed to my throat.
I lift up just enough so I can speak. “I should’ve realized you’d sleep with a knife under your pillow.” With a grin, I give her pussy another kiss. “I found your piercing.”
“It’d be really embarrassing for you if you couldn’t.”
I laugh before I can stop it, but then she rocks her hips and lets out a breathy whimper. “Don’t stop just because I’m awake.”
“Tempting,” I muse, even though that one word doesn’t even begin to cover what I’m feeling right now. “But you still need to heal for two weeks, remember? ”
“Fuck that,” she moans.
“You going to keep that knife at my throat all night?”
“Maybe. You’re the perv who was trying to eat me out while I slept.”
I watch as she rocks her hips again and a wet spot starts to form beneath the soft bump of her piercing. “I’m getting the distinct impression that I’m not the only one who’s turned on by it.”
With her juices soaking through her boy shorts, there’s no way in hell I can resist bringing my face even closer and licking a line up the slit that is so fucking close and yet still too goddamn far away.
She moans and the hand that’s not still holding a blade to my throat fists my hair as she rocks her hips, trying like hell to grind against me.
When my tongue hits the hard metal of her piercing, she lets out a breathy gasp and fists my hair even tighter.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, and as much as I love hearing it, I also know I can’t take this any further, not tonight anyway.
When I pull back, she growls my name, and I swear she almost slits my throat in her anger.
“Don’t even think about it, la mia piccola vipera .”
“What the hell does that mean?” She growls the words, pissed that I’m not letting her come.
I lift my eyes to hers and give her a wink, and in return she gives me an adorable scowl.
“My little viper,” I tell her. “Fitting, no?”
“Don’t test me, Dario. I’d be more than happy to sink my teeth back into you.”
“Don’t tease me too much, sweetheart. I’m barely hanging onto my willpower as is.”
With an irritated growl, she takes the knife away from my neck and slides it back under the pillow. She tries to turn away from me, but I keep her right where she’s at.
“Your brother stopped by.” I lower my head and place a kiss on her stomach. “He said he’d pick you up in the morning.”
She brings her other hand to my head and runs her fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp in a way that has me closing my eyes while I kiss her stomach again, slowly making my way up her body.
“You are a drug, streghetta mia , and I’m quickly becoming addicted.” I murmur the words against her skin, stopping when I get to her breasts. “A constant fucking temptation,” I groan before pressing a kiss to each of her pierced nipples.
“Then stop resisting and give in,” she begs, and goddamn do I want to, but one of us needs to be reasonable, and since I’m the much older one here, the responsibility falls to me.
I kiss the center of her chest, allowing myself this last taste of her before I roll onto my side and wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her up against me so I’m spooning her from behind.
“Thanks so much for waking me up for nothing,” she mutters while giving the blankets an angry tug.
“Sorry, streghetta mia , I promise I’ll make it up to you in two weeks.”
“You damn well better,” she growls.
I kiss her neck and ask, “How’s your arm?”
“It’s fine. I found some ibuprofen in your bathroom and took a couple.”
Dragging my nose along her shoulder, I say, “I’m sorry I forgot to give them to you.”
“I don’t need you to take care of me.”
She sounds angry, so I give her shoulder a soft bite, letting my teeth slowly graze her skin.
“Get some sleep,” I tell her, resisting the urge to argue by insisting I’m going to be taking care of her whether she likes it or not.
“Try not to stab me while I’m sleeping,” I add, remembering the knife under her pillow.
“No fucking promises,” she mutters.
Grinning, I reach over and shut off the light before pulling her even tighter against me. I’m breaking every rule by doing this, but I no longer give a fuck because the first chance I get, I’m going to be doing a lot more than just sleeping next to her.
I’m still painfully hard, and I know she feels me pressing against her ass, but I keep my arms wrapped tightly around her, not allowing her the opportunity to do anything crazy like turn around and straddle me.
I’ll be done for if she does that, so I hold her until she finally falls asleep, but even then I can’t bring myself to let her go.
I drift off with Mia’s body tucked in tightly against mine, the feel of her heart against my hand and the scent of her all around me, and wondering how in the hell I’m going to be able to let her go in the morning.