35. Tastes Like Mine
CHAPTER 35
TASTES LIKE MINE
A ntonio
My lids flutter open, a crushing weight on my chest. Fuck, that hurts. Exhaustion weighs on me, heavy and almost unbearable. Serena . I force my heavy lids open and meet the dimly lit room. The boathouse. Slowly, memories muddle their way to the surface. I force myself to sit up, and my head spins. I reach for the empty lounge chair beside me, and a tangle of emotions crash across my insides.
Serena’s gone.
Good .
Yes, she did the right thing, the smart one.
So why is the thought of never seeing her again more painful than the bullet wound and the terrible fire I’d endured all those months ago combined?
“ Merda …” I grit out.
Then my gaze lands on the supplies strewn across the lounger to my right. Antibiotics, bandages, disinfectants… where had these come from? And how long have I been out for? I glance at my wristwatch and stare at the tiny number in the corner. Muttering a curse, I try to stand and fail, as I process the fact that I slept through two entire days. What else had I missed?
Raking my hands across my face, a familiar strawberry scent laced with vanilla fills my nostrils. I bring my fingers to my nose and inhale Serena’s intoxicating natural fragrance still clinging to my skin. At least, I hadn’t dreamt that part. Dio , the sound of her coming on my fingers was like a forgotten symphony that would forever be emblazoned in my mind. Even half delirious from pain and infection, it had been unforgettable. And I hadn’t even had the chance to come myself.
I hadn’t even cared to. It was all about her.
And now, she’s gone.
Rightfully so, Tonio. After what you did to that poor girl . Mamma ’s voice is exceptionally clear as it bounces across my skull. Which makes me wonder if I’m not still a bit feverish after all.
With the hollow in my chest only growing deeper, I attempt to stand for a second time, and now, I manage to remain on my feet with my hand brushing the sunbed to steady myself. My wet clothes from two days ago hang from a hook on the wall. They smell like the lake but at least they’re dry. I rifle through the pocket, searching for my wallet, but it’s gone.
I was certain I had the wallet two days ago, didn’t I?
Scanning the boathouse, I glance at the countertop where I’m certain I left my gun. It’s gone too. Good. At least she’ll be armed. As I continue scanning the empty space, I find the remnants of the bottle of Sambuca and my ribs tighten, my lungs constricting from the pressure. Heated memories surge to the surface, those puckered pink lips, the way my hand perfectly fit her breast, her body molding to my own as she ground her hips against my cock. Smoldering heat races beneath the towel, and my cock thickens at the vivid images.
Dio , the things I wanted to do to her… More than that, it was the onslaught of long buried emotions she elicited. I never thought I could feel that way again. She stayed when anyone else would have run away screaming. She came back for me, risking her life to search for me in that blazing inferno. Her teasing smile fills my vision, but I blink quickly to chase it away, the wounds too raw. Maybe in another lifetime, Serena Valentino.
The door whips open, and Serena barrels in, her brilliant blue eyes wild. My breath catches, all the air siphoning from my lungs at the sight of her. Cazzo , am I hallucinating? “Serena…”
She drops her shopping bags on the floor, then throws her arms around the back of my neck and her mouth claims mine, devouring my lips. It doesn’t matter that I’m dizzy and barely standing because right now all that I know is that she’s here, her body flush against mine, her breaths as ragged as my own. My hands cup her ass, in a pair of jeans I don’t recognize, and I tug her firmly against my cock which has now gone painfully hard.
“I thought you were gone,” I murmur against her lips as she draws back to catch her breath.
“And I thought you were dead.” The fear in her eyes has an unfamiliar sensation sparking in my vacant chest. Her lips capture mine again, leaving no room for further discussion.
I run my hands down her thighs and lift, twining them around my waist. Only I forget how weak I am, and the room shifts, the floor coming up to greet me. I whirl around to take the brunt of the fall and hit the wooden floorboards with a smack. Serena topples down on top of me, her legs tangled with mine. She’s laughing, her lips parted against my own.
Everything hurts like hell, but I don’t utter a sound, too scared to ruin this moment. She straddles me, the towel around my waist coming undone as she wriggles over me. It’s impossible to hide how excited I am to see her. Her eyes drift down to my cock, and a smirk crawls across her perfect mouth.
“Someone’s definitely feeling better.”
“I am now that you’re here.” Which reminds me… “Where did the medicine come from? And your new clothes?”
Her slender fingers throttle my cock, and she slides down my legs, eyes glittering with lust. “Fuck now, talk later.”
“Whatever you say, tesoro .”
Her tongue flicks at the tip of my cock, and I nearly crumble at the sight as she licks and nibbles, teasing me for an endless moment until she takes all of me in her mouth. “Fuck, Serena,” I groan, “you look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock.”
Long, blonde locks cascade across her shoulders as she watches me, head bobbing. She runs her tongue down my shaft as her free hand plays with my balls. They’re already tightening, seconds from release.
“You are the most exquisite woman I’ve ever seen.”
She comes off my cock with a wet pop, lips curving into a grin. “I think you might still be under the effects of the pain meds.”
“No. The sight of you with my cock in your mouth is a work of art. Your lips, your eyes so full of heat and desire, merda . Just one taste and you’ve ruined me, tesoro .”
Serena laughs, the sound vibrating through my dick, and I draw in a sharp breath to keep from coming too soon. She continues bobbing, licking and sucking until raw, powerful heat rushes my veins. But I’m not ready yet…
Sitting up, I frame her face with my hands, despite my cock cursing at me and draw her mouth to mine. She tastes like me, tangled with her sweet flavor. “It’s your turn,” I whisper against her mouth.
Her eyes light up, pupils dilated, and a sexy grin has my cock straining against the denim of her jeans. Before I flip us over, I lay the towel out beneath her, then gently place her atop it before I get to work on the zipper.
As I drag the crisp denim down her legs and find new silk panties beneath, I’m beginning to understand where my wallet disappeared. And I couldn’t care less. This woman could rob me blind, and it still wouldn’t begin to make up for the hell I put her through.
My hungry gaze catches on a flash of purple ink decorating her inner thigh. I’d noticed something the other day, but I’d been too ravenous and delirious to focus. It’s the tattoo she mentioned. My thoughts fly back to our conversation…
I’ll let you see it when you let me go.
You said I’d be dead soon after…
Maybe it’ll be the last beautiful thing you see.
And in this moment, I’m perfectly alright with that. If I’m about to meet my end, at least it’ll be between the warmth of her thighs.
Her eyes catch mine, focusing on the direction of my gaze. “I guess you lucked out. You got to see my tattoo earlier than expected.”
“I hope this doesn’t mean I’ll die tomorrow.” A rueful chuckle escapes, but it’s not entirely far from the truth.
Her expression darkens, and I hate that whatever I’ve said has upset her. So I slide my fingers beneath the lace waistband of her panties and brush my tongue across the seam of her thigh, then run the flat of my tongue along the dainty flowers. She wiggles beneath me, her back arching off the floor. “I’m honored for the opportunity,” I murmur against her skin.
Her smile returns, and I vow to keep my mouth closed unless it’s to devour her. I breathe her in, reveling in that familiar perfume. “Mmm, tesoro , your scent is exactly as I remembered it.” I pause, fixing my eyes on hers. “You know, when I woke up and you were gone, I was certain I’d imagined the tantalizing sight of your tight little pussy wrapped around my fingers.” I bring my fingertips to my mouth and run my tongue over each, one by one.
Her eyes widen, then her lips part, a breathy sigh escaping as I suck them into my mouth.
“Mmm, absolutely perfect.”
Unable to control myself for a second longer, I push the silk fabric to the side and dip my tongue into her sweetness. A groan vibrates my throat as I devour her slick heat. She’s so wet, her arousal coats my tongue, the faint scent of strawberries and vanilla clinging to my nostrils.
A moan squeezes through her lips as she watches me feasting between her thighs. “Do you like to watch, tesoro ?” I whisper against her clit.
“Yes.” Her breathy pant is so damned sexy.
“You like to see my tongue disappearing into your tight pussy?” I make a show of it, drawing the flat of my tongue through her wet folds before plunging it inside. Dio , she tastes like sin and salvation all rolled into one, and I’m ready to face heaven or hell, whatever it takes to spend the rest of my days buried inside her.
“Mmm, yes, I love it, Toni.”
I smirk at the new nickname. It was jarring at first, but now I like the sound of it on her lips. Any sound really. I glance up at her from over her bare mound, replacing my tongue with a finger. I stroke slow, languid circles around her clit as she writhes in pleasure. “Tell me what you want, tesoro . I’ll do anything.”
“I want to come,” she breathes, eyes glittering with need as she toys with a nipple.
“How? On my tongue or on my cock?”
“Both.” Mischief flashes across those smoky sapphire orbs. “If you’re up to it, of course.”
“Your wish is my command.” I run one hand up the smooth planes of her torso and find her breast, kneading the soft flesh while the other parts her legs, baring her completely. Then I graze her clit with my teeth, and she bucks beneath me, another moan escaping. Using my finger to circle the taut bundle of nerves, I focus my tongue on her entrance, licking and thrusting, imagining my cock claiming every inch of her.
Cazzo , she tastes like… mine .
Now that I’ve had her, I don’t think I will ever stop wanting her. Worse, I don’t want anyone else to ever touch her again. The idea of any hands on her that aren’t mine sends wrath surging through my veins.
“Get ready to come, tesoro ,” I murmur across her clit, and her back arches in response.
I increase the steady circling of my finger, ramping it up to a feverish pace. She pants and moans, her hips grinding against my face as I drag my tongue through her soaked slit, then thrust again and again. The walls of her pussy clamp down around my tongue, and I know she’s close. Replacing my tongue with two fingers, I drive deeper inside her, and her head falls back on another moan.
“Oh fuck, Antonio,” she groans. “Don’t stop.”
I have no intention of stopping. I plan to have this woman coming and crying out my name for the next twenty-four hours straight, until I’m well enough to walk out of here. And then, fuck my promises, I’m never letting her go.
Her pants come in ragged spurts, each one more devastating than the last. I’m so hard it’s painful, desperate to sink inside her. But it’s not my turn yet, though I promise myself it will come.
I draw her clit into my mouth and suck at the same time as I thrust my fingers inside her, deeper, harder, faster. Curling the tips until I find the spot, another moan echoes across the boathouse as her pussy clenches around my fingers, wringing out every last ounce of pleasure. “Yes, Antonio, yes…”
My tongue continues to move across her, stroking and teasing until her body stops trembling and her legs fall open, utterly spent. Only then do I withdraw and glance up to meet a pair of shimmering, bejeweled irises.
A smirk, along with her arousal, coats my chin. “Was it as good as I promised?”
“So much fucking better.”