CHAPTER 34
Nirah
HIS EYES SLOWLY trailed down my naked body as I lowered one foot into the bathtub, then the other.
I sat down, laying back as I closed my eyes. “This feels nice,” I sighed.
I could feel his eyes on me as I lay, fighting back a mischievous grin.
I lifted my head, peeking at him through my left eye, and temptation swirled behind his eyes. I smiled, opening my right eye.
“So you are just going to watch me then?” I chuckled, and the corners of his mouth lifted into a tight grin. “Wipe that look off your face,” I shook my head. “I’m trying to relax.”
I closed my eyes again, laying my head back, and soon I heard him getting in as well. He took my foot in his hands and slowly began massaging it. I let out a heavy, satisfactory sigh.
“It’s not fun if you’re over there,” he said, and I could hear he wasn’t happy.
“It’s not supposed to be fun . It’s supposed to be relaxing.”
“Well, can you come and relax over here instead?” he gently tugged my foot.
“No. I don’t trust you to keep your hands to yourself,” I said, keeping my eyes closed, and there was a brief pause as he switched to my other foot.
“I won’t touch you. Promise,” he said, and I laid still for a while.
Opening my one eye, I sighed, and he smiled. “Are you going to poke me in the ass?” I asked, opening my other, and he nodded.
“Probably, yes.”
“See what I mean?” I shot back.
“Would you like me to get out, jerk off, and come back?” he asked, and I smiled.
“Yes, actually. I would.”
He slightly tipped his head, pinning me with a knowing look, and I heavily sighed. “Fine,” I groaned, moving over.
As I moved back toward him, he stopped me and put both hands on my shoulders to keep a distance between us. He massaged my shoulders, and the tension in my muscles faded.
He worked his way down my back, easing my muscles. His hands were amazing. “You’re good with your hands,” I said as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me towards him. He hummed, kissing the top of my head.
He started massaging the top of my thighs, and I threw my head back onto his shoulder.
“You’re such a tease,” I murmured. I subtly bit my bottom lip as he molded my thighs between his fingers.
Lifting my hand, I grabbed onto the back of his neck as I turned my head. I lowered my eyes to his lips, and he leaned in—kissing me softly. I should have known.
“We can relax when we’re dead,” I whispered between kisses, and he smiled, breaking the kiss.
“You said you wanted to relax, and I respect that. So, as long as you’re relaxing in my arms, I’m satisfied.”
“Yeah?” I smiled, and he nodded.
“Yes,” he kissed me, and I grabbed his hand, slipping it between my thighs.
“You don’t need anything else?” I teased, rolling my hips into his palm, and his eyes dropped to my lips with need.
His fingers ran up and down my slit, causing an unbearable ache to form between my thighs.
His lips crashed to mine, and we shared a fast, wet kiss. He kissed down my jaw, dragging his tongue up my neck before he licked my ear, and I shuddered. My eyelids were heavy as he used his thumb to rub my clit.
He moved his hand to my thigh but I grabbed his wrist, placing it back between my legs. “But I promised I wouldn’t touch you,” he mused, cupping me between my thighs with his hand and I smile.
Turning around, I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
“I guess it’s too late for that now, huh?” I said, rolling my hips against him and his eyes dropped to my lips.
His fingers grabbed the nape of my neck, squeezing it with just the right amount of pressure and I softly groaned, feeling how hard he was underneath me.
He positioned his tip between my thighs and I gripped his shoulders. Carefully, he pushed his tip inside of me and I softly groaned, stopping him.
“Nirah,” he lowly warned, and I bit down onto my bottom lip, trying to lower myself even more.
“Antonio, I can’t—” I breathed and he grabbed my face with his hand, turning my head to the side and leaned in to brush his lips against my ear.
“Yes, you can. Now, open your pretty little cunt and take it. All of it.” Oh?
I lay my head on his shoulder, spreading my thighs even wider as I lowered myself. “That’s it,” he whispered into my ear and I slightly parted my lips, feeling myself stretch around him.
It was as pleasurable as it is painful. He slowly lifted my hips and pulled it back down. I groaned, pinching my brows together at the sudden pain, and he leaned in, kissing my lips softly.
He gently cupped the side of my face, slowly breaking the kiss. “You good, baby?” he asked and I nodded, rolling my hips back and forth.
With both of his hands gripping my hips, he lifted me before pulling me back down. I moaned, gripping his shoulders as I allowed him to control my movement. A strained groan fell from his lips as my muscles tightened around him.
He pressed his face in the crease of my neck, sucking and nibbling on my skin. My mouth gaped open as I moaned, feeling him lift his hips underneath me.
My heart hammered in my chest as he sucked on my skin, digging his fingers into my hips. “Oh, fuck ,” I moaned, when my movements turned into pouncing.
His hand grabbed my left breast as he molded it.
His thumb and pointer finger squeezed my sensitive nipple and my mouth fell open.
I squeezed around him, and he left a trail of kisses down my shoulder before taking my right breast in his mouth.
The warmth of his mouth seat heat pooling in my belly.
He sucked, nipple and licked. I arched my back, forcing my chest to his face.
He slammed into me and grabbed my ass in both hands, squeezing it. “ Oh —” a soft whine fell from my lips.
I threw my head back with ragged breaths, feeling him increase his pace underneath me.
He pressed his wet tongue between the valley of my breasts, slowly licking up to the front of my throat and I whimpered, tilting my head to the side. “Antonio,” I sighed.
His tongue traced the shell of my ear.
“Admit that you can’t say no to me,” he pressed his lips to my ear. My muscles around him tightened and his whimper sent sparks of electricity down my spine. His hand lifted as he gripped the nape of my neck, forcing my lips to his. “Admit it, or I won’t let you come.”
My eyes fluttered closed at his words, and his free hand slipped between us, teasing my clit.
“I can’t—” I moaned, drawing my brows together in pleasure as his fingers rubbed my clit. “Say no to you,” I breathlessly moaned.
“You’re such a good girl.” His praise brushed my clit with heat. His lips found mine, and I whimpered when his tongue slid into my mouth.
Our tongues glided to a deep, lustful rhythm until I struggled to kiss him back.
His thrusts from underneath me forced my eyes to squeeze shut. “Right—oh God,” I moaned, feeling the pleasure grow uncontrollably overwhelming. “ Oh , fuck, don’t stop,” I begged, dropping my head to his shoulder.
He slammed into me, hard, and I arched my back, pressing my sensitive nipples to his chest.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned.
My muscles relaxed as I let go, allowing my orgasm to explode between us. Seconds later, I could feel him pulsing inside of me as he filled me up. Heat danced against my skin as my limp body fell into his arms.
He held me, kissing the top of my head multiple times.
He carefully turned me around, and I rested my back against his chest, trying to catch my breath. “I think I’m going to fall asleep right here,” I murmured, and he wrapped both arms around me.
“Then I guess I’ll just have to keep you above water until you wake up,” he kissed the top of my head.
* * *
There were four bags on the desk in his room that Amelia had packed.
One for tops, one for bottoms, one for hygienic products, girl products, make-up etc, and one for… lingerie ?
The one with lingerie had a note, saying:
“I know they make you feel better. And I bought you an extra two pairs. PS. This was not packed for your sexy time with my brother. That’s gross. I love you.”
I smiled, missing her all the most.
After getting dressed into some comfortable sweatpants and a t-shirt, I headed downstairs to make breakfast. I was starving.
I started the coffee machine and made the two of us a cup of coffee while I waited for him to come downstairs.
I could hear him descending the stairs as I opened a few of his cabinets. “Do you own Nutella?” I asked—wanting to have some while cooking breakfast.
“Do I have what ?” he asked and I heard the kitchen stool move.
I dropped back onto the heels of my feet, turning around. He was sitting down with the cup in one hand while he tossed his phone onto the island. “Let me rephrase that,” I asked, hiding a taunting smile. “Do you even eat chocolate?”
He shook his head. “It’s never been my thing, no. Why are you asking?”
I scrunched up my face, rolling my eyes. “No wonder you’re always so bitter,” I mumbled before grabbing my coffee and having a sip.
* * *
That morning Antonio told me that we would be staying here for the remaining four days, leading up to our wedding.
I asked him multiple times to just extend the date but once again, he refused. He was so headset on giving me my June 16th wedding that I couldn’t change his mind.
He also informed me that Amelia and their mother would be arranging everything. All I had to do was send them the details of how and what I wanted, so I did. I texted Amelia about my dress and in less than twenty-four hours I had it. I was in love.
I had dragged Antonio out to the shops that afternoon, and then proceeded to make him a Nutella sandwich which he hesitantly ate. He said he loved it, but I knew he just didn’t want to hurt my feelings, since I was so excited about having him try it.