26. Chapter 26
Chapter twenty-six
Emilio
I woke up before Luciana, her body still sprawled out on the bed from the previous night’s activities. Her light hair was tangled and splayed across the pillow, her mouth slightly open as she let out soft snores. She didn’t seem to be stirring soon, lost in a deep sleep with no signs of waking.
My eyes hungrily roamed over her exposed form, taking in every curve and dip with an almost primal desire. The evidence of last night clung to her inner thigh, my come now dry but still visible against her flushed skin. It was tinged with a hint of red, a reminder that I had taken her innocence.
I hadn’t planned to be so abrupt with taking her virginity. When I had gotten home, I was on a high from torturing Jorge - it always excites me when they scream in pain - and seeing Luciana in that outfit took me to additional levels.
My only regret is I didn’t do it sooner. That was the best sex I had ever had, and there was no woman that could even come close to her. One thing was for sure - Luciana and I would spend much more time in this bed.
Some of her hair had fallen in her mouth, and I reached back to tuck it back into place. My hand accidentally bumped her nose when I pulled it back, and her eyes fluttered open.
“Mmph?” she said, still half asleep.
“Sorry about that.” Her hair had fallen back over her face, and I reached forward to fix it again.
Luciana didn’t reply, instead focusing on waking up. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, then blinked them at a rapid rate. When she had cleared them, she looked down at her naked body.
“Oh!” She turned bright red and looked for covers to hide herself with.
“You weren’t being shy last night, Jaws,” I said, pulling her body into mine. “I told you I’d have you begging for me.”
“Tch.”
“Jokes aside. How do you feel?”
She moved her legs around, her hand moving down to delicately cup her mound. “Sore.”
It was to be expected. After all, it was her first time, and I hadn’t exactly been delicate with her. The lingering soreness in her body served as a reminder of our night together.
“It’ll only be for a day or two,” I said.
She nodded and nestled against my chest. I relished her embrace until her hand began to roam and her lips trailed kisses along my collarbone. Shit. She was going to make me hard again. And there was no way I would fuck her with how sore she was.
“Do you want to get Starbucks?” I asked, gently pulling away from her.
“Starbs?” Her eyes lit up.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Shuffling out of the warmth and comfort of our bed, we got up and started getting ready. I watched Luciana as she noticed our sticky mess from last night between her thighs. She glanced up at me, blushed, and headed to the bathroom. The enticing promise of coffee quickly led us to Starbucks, where we got our drinks, then headed back home.
“I’m only doing this for you,” I said, narrowing my eyes at her.
We were sitting on the sofa, our drinks in hand. After much persuasion, Luciana had convinced me to venture away from my usual plain coffee and try something different.
I took my first sip of the drink. “It tastes like I’m drinking dessert.”
“You didn’t say it was bad.”
I took another, paying more attention to the detail of the flavor. “It’s not the most terrible thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“See! I knew you’d like it.”
She had a face filled with pure joy. I kept to myself the fact that, in my opinion, my normal cup of coffee was actually far superior.
“I guess you were,” I said, ruffling her hair with affection. “But don’t expect me to order these cavity drinks every day.”
“Cavity drinks?” she responded, snickering at my choice of words.
“You know how much sugar there is in this? Dentists probably make their livings off people who drink this,” I said, cackling.
Luciana threw a pillow at me - her signature move - and, per usual, I caught it.
“One day, I’m not going to miss,” she huffed.
“I look forward to that day, Jaws.”