CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
MIRELLA
The door clicked softly as I pulled it shut behind me, Alex’s peaceful breathing still lingering in my ears. The house was quiet now, soothing and heavy all at once. I turned to find Sergio already close—so close that I could feel his warmth brushing against me.
His voice came low, a whisper that sent a tremor straight through me. “I want you tonight, all of you.”
My heart stuttered, every muscle in my body tensing at the sound of those words. His gaze pinned me in place, dark and steady, searching my face for something I couldn’t name. I felt my breath catch in my throat as his lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, one that made my knees weaken. He knew. He always knew.
I didn’t move as his hand reached up, fingertips grazing the curve of my cheek. It was such a soft, tender touch, yet it carried all the weight of what he’d just said. My skin warmed under his palm, a familiar ache building inside me as he held me there, like I was something sacred. His thumb brushed my lower lip—barely a touch, but enough to make me shiver.
“You want this too,” he murmured, his voice rougher this time, more certain.
I couldn’t answer—not with words, anyway. I nodded instead, barely perceptible, but enough for him. His other hand found my waist, his palm pressing against me, pulling me closer until I was flush against him. Every inch of me felt like it was burning, my pulse pounding in my ears.
Sergio leaned in, his lips hovering just above mine. The anticipation nearly unraveled me. His breath teased my skin as he whispered, “I want to make love to you tonight.”
The words undid me completely. They were spoken with such raw honesty that my heart clenched, and I could barely stand under the weight of it. There was no hesitation, no hiding—just him and what he wanted, what we wanted.
“Say yes, Mirella,” he whispered, his voice a little rough, his lips brushing mine as he spoke. “Say you’re mine tonight.”
I looked up into his eyes—those eyes that had always seen me and loved me, no matter who I was or what I carried. And there, in that moment, there wasn’t a doubt left in me.
“Yes,” I whispered, the word coming out like a breath.
The smile that spread across his face was slow, “I will make love to you in every way possible tonight,”
His words settled over me, warm and comforting. I leaned into him, resting my forehead against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, and I could lose myself in it.
When I looked up, his face was so close to mine that I could feel the warmth of his breath. His eyes searched mine, and then, slowly, he leaned down, capturing my lips in a kiss.
It wasn’t rushed or demanding. It was gentle like the first rays of sunlight breaking over the horizon. His lips moved against mine with a tenderness that unraveled me.
I let myself sink into him, my arms wrapping around his neck. His hands found my waist, anchoring me as though he was afraid I’d slip away.
When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing harder. I wasn’t sure I could restrain myself.
“Sergio,” I murmured, my voice unsteady.
He pulled back just enough to look at me. “What is it?”
“I don’t want to hold back anymore.” My confession felt raw, but it was the truth. “I don’t want to be playing it safe.”
His gaze softened, and he cupped my face in his hands. “You don’t have to. I’ve got you.”
The sincerity in his voice undid me. I leaned up, finding his lips again, this time with more urgency. His hands tightened on my waist, and he pressed me closer.
He held my face tenderly, his eyes scanning my face as if memorizing every detail.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice husky.
I felt a blush creep up my neck, but I didn’t look away. “So are you.”
He chuckled, low and deep, before pulling me into his arms again. His hands slid down my back, tracing the curve of my spine. My fingers found their way into his hair, tugging gently as our kisses deepened.
Slowly, I felt his hand looking for the means to feel my bare skin. He undid the zipper of my black dress, and I stepped away from it, sensually aware of his eyes on me, devouring every inch of my skin. Clothes fell away, piece by piece until there was nothing between us but skin and the electric charge that seemed to hum in the air.
Sergio’s touch was reverent, his hands exploring every inch of me as though he was discovering something sacred. I mirrored him, my hands trailing over the hard planes of his chest and the lines of his shoulders.
He walked to my dressing table and made space on it. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him. Sergio set me on the table gently and took a few steps backward.
“I cannot get enough of you, Mirella,” Sergio confessed, a rueful smile on his lips.
I sat on the table, my eyes on him. He gently squeezed my breasts in one hand and kissed me deeply, his lips exploring the depth of my lips. I wrapped my legs across his back and pulled him towards me.
“I love you, Mirella,” Sergio said, his eyes shut, his voice sincere and needy.
“I love you, too, Sergio,” I confessed, holding nothing back.
Sergio kissed my forehead, eyelids, and the base of my neck. His tongue slid down to my perky nipples, begging for his touch. He grabbed my nipples with his lips and nibbled gently. I saw the stars, moaning, needing more.
He slid his fingers into my deep sea, his lips on my nipple and his fingers inside, thrusting in and out, building momentum. I shut my eyes, momentarily lost in the pleasure coursing down my being. He added another finger gently, going in and out, his fingers exploring my pleasure spot. I held his head and buckled under the sheer pleasure coursing inside of me.
Sergio paused briefly, his eyes dark and shiny. He bent down and kissed my clitoris, his fingers still working within me.
“Oh my!” I screamed, lost in the things he was doing to me.
He used his tongue to stroke gently my clit while also thrusting with his hands. I shut my eyes and writhed in orgasmic pleasure as my body thrashed around, dripping warm wetness all over the table. Sergio gathered me in his arms and laid me gently on the bed. He smiled boyishly, and I could have sworn he looked too innocent for the things he was doing to me.
He stroked his cock and slowly parted my legs. I watched him guide himself into the pool of wetness between my legs. Face to face, we stared at each other as he thrust in and out of me.
It was slow and deliberate, and every movement was a testament to the connection we shared.
“Mirella,” He whispered my name like a prayer, his voice thick with emotion.
“Sergio,” I answered with soft gasps and murmured promises.
He kissed me deeply, and I widened my legs, needing more of him. He wrapped his arms around me and began thrusting deeply into me. I saw stars and moaned loudly, screaming his name as he rammed harder into me, each thrust hitting the spot of my deepest pleasure.
Twice, he had made me cum. I decided to give him the ride of his life. I laid on top of him and spread my hands on his muscled chest, smiling and stroking his nipples.
“What are you doing?” He asked, his eyes suspicious yet thrilled by what I was doing.
“Returning the favor,” I murmured seductively.
I set my lips on his nipples and slowly began to suckle. I heard him gasp, and he smiled as he shut his eyes. I had my lips on his nipples and slowly moved my hands to stroke his hardened manhood.
“What are you doing to me?” Sergio whispered, his voice thick.
He tried to hold me, but I raised his hand to fondle my breasts, and with my eyes fastened into his, I guided his cock into me. Slowly, I began to move my waist, thrusting in and out. I felt him inside as each thrust hit squarely into me. I shut my eyes and increased the tempo of each thrust with a feverish urgency.
“Ohhh…” I screamed, my voice a distant sound in my ears as colors of pleasure clouded my senses.
Sergio held my waist up and rammed into me equally, each of us lost in the pleasure bursting through us.
I needed more of him inside me. I wanted him deep within me. I quickly came down and lay on all fours, silently begging for more.
Sergio slid a finger or two in and out a couple of times and slowly entered with his manhood. He came in and out, teasing me, wanting me to beg. I didn’t care. I was shameless at this point.
“How bad do you want me, baby?” He teased. His husky voice felt like added fuel to the fire of pleasure raging within me.
“I want you, Sergio,” I pleaded, “very, very badly.”
“Oh yeah?” He teased further. “Then let me give it to you.”
Sergio held my hands together above my head like the prisoner I was and thrust in deeply. Then, he turned his cock from side to side. I felt him hitting the sweetest spots in me. I bit the pillow to stifle the screams of pleasure trapped in my throat and thrashed as he increased the tempo of each thrust. I felt him go still with a few spasms of pleasure, and with a contented sigh, he held me in his arms.
I blinked, shocked, my toes tingling in the aftermath of what we had just done. I could not believe Sergio made me go again and again with him. Each adventure felt new and exhilarating. We lay tangled in each other, the room filled with the sound of our breathing. Sergio’s arm was draped over me, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.
“I can’t believe we did all that,” I confessed, my eyes wide with shock.
Sergio laughed, his voice low and intoxicatingly sexy, “There’s a lot more from where that came from.”
I hit his chest playfully and laughed, “Don’t you get tired?”
“Of you?” He asked with feigned surprise, “never, Mirella. With you, I can do this all day.”
We both laughed, still tangled with each other. I had so much to be thankful for, and this moment felt like a place I would always love to fall back on with Sergio.
“I love you,” he said quietly, breaking the silence.
I turned to look at him, my heart swelling at the vulnerability in his expression. “I love you, too.”
His smile was soft and warm. He pulled me closer, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
I rested my head on his chest, listened to the soft thud of his heartbeat, and felt his hands stroke my tangled hair. I felt the soothing lull of sleep creep over me, and as I drifted slowly into its welcoming arms, I felt peaceful and secure.
Everything about Sergio felt wholesome. I felt whole.