16. Saverio
16
SAVERIO
L ucia hesitates, her eyes flickering with anticipation and desire before slowly lowering herself onto my eager mouth. I inhale sharply as her wetness coats my chin, and then I eagerly lap at her core, my tongue exploring every inch and savoring the taste of her pleasure. As I reach up to wrap my hands around her thighs, I feel her get comfortable. The warmth of her freshly spanked ass gets me hard, and I can just imagine it brushing against my thighs if I were fucking her.
The taste of her salty-sweet nectar sends me spiraling into a heady daze, making me dizzy with need. I guide her in riding my face as I suck on the sensitive bundle of nerves standing erect and calling my name. God, she’s perfect, from the way she tastes to the tightness of her body when I slip a finger in her ass. I go back to stroking her wet core with my tongue, alternating between gentle laps and strong flicks, hitting every spot that drives her wild. I’m as familiar with her pussy as I am with my hand. I know everything that sets her off; I know all the ways to make her come undone.
Lucia grips the sheets tightly. I can feel her weight lessen as she tries to hold herself aloft, her thighs trembling from the workout. As she arches her back, her breaths come in quick pants. “Don’t stop,” she groans, her tone a mix of pleasure and desperation.
I smirk against her slit, wishing I could both watch and enjoy her at the same time. I want to see the desire in her eyes as I tongue fuck an orgasm from her body.
I run my tongue along the delicate folds of her sex, tracing every curve and crevice. My hand slips between her legs, and I dip a finger inside, feeling the warmth and wetness enveloping it. As I continue to lick and suck on her swollen clit, she moans in pleasure, her hips bucking against my hand. At the same time, I work the middle finger of my free hand into her ass slowly, barely breaching her tightness at first and then pushing deeper as she moans in response. It feels so damn good to claim all of her holes at once.
Lucia’s weight presses down against my face, smothering me in her heat. She grinds her hips against my mouth, searching for more pleasure. My cock throbs in my pants, an insistent pressure that demands pleasure of its own.
As her hips begin to circle frantically, a sense of desperation overtakes her. “Oh, fuck!” She moans, the words escaping her lips like a prayer. A tremor runs through her body down to her thighs as I lap at her clit in time with her movements, feeling her walls squeeze around the finger inside of her. Her juices coat my mouth, and I slurp at her core, loving the wet sounds she makes as she comes on my tongue. Lucia’s body tenses as she throws her head back, and I feel her shudder against my tongue. With each slow, deliberate stroke over her swollen clit, she becomes more and more disheveled until she finally slumps against the bed, her legs unable to support her trembling body any longer.
It takes some maneuvering, but I wiggle out from beneath her. “I hope I die between those legs,” I announce as I sit up.
“Fuck you,” Lucia groans with a telltale mix of satisfaction and self-hatred.
“Baby girl, I’ll fuck you all day and night.”
She climbs onto the bed and reaches for the nearest pillow. As she buries her face into the soft fabric, a muffled scream escapes her lips. The sound is both anguished and cathartic, echoing off the walls of the room. A small smile tugs at the corners of my mouth as I watch her release her pent-up frustration into the pillow.
“I hope you’re proud of yourself.”
Her muffled words barely reach my ears, stifled by the pillow pressed against her face. I get to my feet and take it from her, flinging it to the other side of the room. “I told you what would happen if you didn’t obey me. I’m a man who follows through on his promises. I thought you would have learned that after the birth control incident.”
Lucia glares up at me from the bed, her eyes narrowing into slits of anger. “You’re a brute, Sav.”
With a flick of the switch, I shut off the blinding overhead light and climb into bed next to her. My eyes adjust to the dimness of the room as I gaze up at the textured ceiling. “That’s probably true, but you still love me.”
“I don’t love you,” she rejects immediately.
A sharp pang of disappointment stabs at my heart, but I brush it off. She didn’t mean it. “Well, your pussy loves me, anyway. And that’s half the battle.”
Lucia’s lips turn downwards into a pout as she crosses her arms tightly over her chest. “You didn’t have to spank me,” she grumbles. “You could have just fucked me.”
“Don’t worry, Dandelion. I plan to.” I didn’t come this far to not come inside her.
“What were you doing in St. Louis, anyway?” Lucia rolls onto her side, the curve of her body inviting me to wrap my arms around her.
Without hesitation, I wrap my arms around her, molding my body against hers like two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together. The heat radiating from her well-spanked ass warms my front, igniting a throbbing sensation in my groin. My erection strains against the fabric of my pants, pressing against her as we both try to ignore it. “Do you really want to know?”
Lucia has always taken a backseat in the Family business. Like, the back of the school bus, backseat. She’s never wanted to be involved, and she’s made it clear that she never wants to hear the dark shit. But tonight, she shrugs. “If you want to tell me.”
I want to tell her everything. During moments like this, I ache for the life we could have. “Some members of the Family crossed paths with a gang in St. Louis. The gang didn’t like how the Family treated them, so they blew up one of my guys’ homes in the middle of the day.”
She sharply inhales from the shock of the truth laid bare. “Saverio,” sympathy laces her tone, “I’m so sorry.”
We both know she isn’t apologizing about the guy whose home is now a pile of sticks. Several years ago, my oldest brother was murdered by a gang. He was supposed to take over the family business. It was going to be his job to grow my father’s legacy while I forged a path for myself in real estate. Then, a few days after I turned sixteen, he was brutally killed and dismembered in a gangland-style slaying that almost threatened to topple the Castiglione family.
“It’s fine,” I reply gruffly, trying to take the attention off me. “Raff and I took care of them. Got a couple of broken ribs for my trouble.”
She nestles into me, allowing me to hold her close as if that will lessen the blow of everything I’ve gone through. “Is Raffaele in the car? Because if you’re going to stay the night, I have a spare room for him.”
“He’s still in St. Louis. At the hospital, actually. He’s a little worse off than me, but he should be able to come home tomorrow or Monday.”
Lucia goes quiet. I wish I knew what was going through her pretty little head during moments like this, but I know it’s not that simple. Despite the rest of the Terlizzi clan being shitheads who only do things out of concern for themselves, Lucia cares for others. It’s one of the reasons I’ve known for years that she is the only woman for me. No one loves like Lucia, and there is no love like Lucia’s love.
I will go to my grave knowing God has blessed me to receive the sacred, quiet moments she’s never felt safe enough to share with anyone else.