Chapter 5
SANDRO
I don’t sleep well alone in my bed.
The memory of Juno losing herself plays over and over in my mind and, no matter how many times I jerk off, it’s not enough. I can’t sate this insistent urge for something more.
Her mixture of sweetness and smarts seem to have me by the balls. Not to mention that gorgeous, curvy body of hers.
Despite my firmness about not wanting to take her virginity, I have to admit, there’s something really fucking appealing about the idea of taking her on a sexual journey. She’s so pure and uncorrupted, it’s driving me crazy knowing there’ll be no climax to this scenario. At least, not for me.
I roll out of bed the next morning feeling agitated and full of a restless energy I have trouble keeping under wraps some days.
It’s always been like that for me, as if my body produces too much adrenaline sometimes.
It used to get me into trouble a lot when I was younger because it makes it impossible for me to sit still and concentrate.
My teachers at school hated me for it. Now, though, when I feel like that, I relieve it by working on my latest sculpture till my whole body aches and I’m too tired to keep my eyes open. But I can’t do that while Juno’s here.
I’m going to have to think of a good alternative.
It looks as though she’ll be getting more than her fair share of attention from me today. Not that I’m complaining, and I suspect she won’t be either, judging by the way she responded to me last night.
The memory of it gives me another raging boner and I decide it’s time I went to find her.
The door to her bedroom is closed so I tap lightly on it, wondering whether she’s still asleep. It’s only 7 a.m. so there’s a good chance she is. I’ve always been an early riser, even after a late night out partying.
‘Juno? Are you awake?’
‘Yes,’ she calls back in a throaty morning voice, ‘but I’m not dressed. I’ve just got out of the shower, so I’m only wearing a towel.’
My mind jumps immediately to those incredible breasts of hers.
I imagine them glistening with water and how I’d like to lick every drop from her skin…
‘Great, let me see,’ I say, trying to keep my tone playful and light when all I want to do is barge in there, rip that towel from her body and do filthy things to her.
There’s a short pause, and I worry for a moment that she’s gone right back to being shy with me again and is going to refuse me entry.
‘Okay, you can come in.’
Relief ripples through me and in that moment before I turn the handle I have a vision of her lying naked on the bed with her legs spread for me and a suggestive smile on that wonderfully expressive face of hers.
But, as I push open the door, I know in my heart that that’s unlikely to be the case.
She’s going to need a lot more encouragement to let go of her insecurity and start having more confidence in how fucking sexy she is.
As I suspected, she’s actually standing in the middle of the room, looking a little awkward, with her towel wrapped tightly around her and her arms folded across her chest.
‘Buongiorno, cara,’ I say, keeping my eyes firmly on hers so she doesn’t think I’m ogling her in her undressed state.
Sunlight is streaming in through the partly open shutters, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. I glance at the rumpled bed, imagining her in it, tossing and turning – just as I did last night, unable to sleep – touching herself to try and relieve the same ache with which I’d had to contend.
‘Morning,’ she replies. Her cheeks are pink but the expression in her eyes is bright and friendly. ‘Did you sleep well?’
‘Terribly,’ I admit, strolling over to where she’s standing and leaning down to kiss her on both cheeks, taking the opportunity to breath in her fresh, clean scent.
‘Sorry to hear that. I slept like the dead,’ she says, her voice coming out a little breathy.
My cock gives a throb of interest, but I ignore the urge to pull her towards me and kiss her hard. I don’t want to spook her. I need to take this slow.
‘I like you all wet,’ I murmur with a grin.
Her eyes widen and her cheeks deepen in colour as her gaze flicks away for a second before returning to mine. She lets her arms drop down to her sides as if forcing herself to relax.
I smile, loving the warring reactions I’m drawing from her.
‘I just need to dry off, then I’ll be right with you,’ she says.
‘Let me help you with that,’ I suggest, reaching out to loosen the towel from where it’s wrapped across the top of her breasts, grasping both ends when it comes apart and holding it up so it’s still covering her body.
I’m fully expecting her to stop me, so I’m delighted when she doesn’t.
Instead she looks at me with a wide, trusting gaze, her eyelids only flickering closed for a second as she stands there meekly, waiting for me to do what I will with her.
Blood pounds through my veins as the powerful sense of absolute control rushes through me.
Droplets of water have pooled in the dip of her collarbone and they sparkle in the dappled sunlight as I lower my mouth to kiss her there, sweeping the dampness from her skin with my tongue.
She drags in a sharp breath and I feel the pulse in her neck begin to race as I trace my tongue along it and up to the small hollow behind her ear.
Her hair is damp and cool against my cheek as I gently bite her earlobe.
A low, gratified moan rumbles in her throat and my cock hardens fully in response.
Gathering the towel in my hands, I begin to rub it gently over the top of her back then lower to the swell of her buttocks. I kiss under the line of her jaw, then down the long column of her throat, feeling her swallow against my lips as I gently press them against it.
Letting go of one side of the towel, I bring it round to the front of her body and dab it over her shoulders and the tops of her arms, then move down to the water-speckled skin of her chest and the top of her breasts.
She’s letting out little pants now, as if she’s enjoying this, but just to make sure I ask, ‘How does that feel?’
‘Amazing,’ she whispers. ‘Like the whole of my skin is super-sensitised.’
‘Good,’ I whisper back, smiling to myself. If she’s turned on just from being touched like this, what I’m about to do to her is going to blow her mind.
She inhales sharply as I get to my knees and begin to sweep the towel lower, over the tops of her breasts, then her nipples, which are standing erect and are rosy-pink after the heat of her shower.
I have the strongest urge to draw one into my mouth and feel her squirm with pleasure, but I restrain myself, ordering myself not to get distracted.
As I move lower, swiping at the smooth skin of her stomach and gently dabbing into the hollow of her belly button, her fingers curl into fists at her sides.
I guess she’s beginning to suspect where this is going.
Avoiding the place I’m most interested in for the moment, I get down on my haunches and move the towel in soft, smooth strokes from the tops of her thighs right down to her ankles, then back up again, pushing gently at her thighs as I go so she has to spread her feet a little further apart, exposing more of her beautiful pussy to my hungry gaze.
I let my breath fan over her as I work, seeing her skin turn pink under my attention and feeling the muscles in her legs vibrating as I work the towel over them again.
‘Relax. I’ll be gentle with you, I swear,’ I murmur.
She lets out a rough groan of frustration. ‘I know. I’ve still got a lot to learn about all this.’
‘There’s really not that much to learn. Once you’ve figured out what you do and don’t like, it’s pretty straightforward from there.’
‘Really? Because it seems like a minefield to me. People make such a big deal about it.’
‘Only people who are too afraid to ask for what they really want.’
‘What do you want?’ she asks with hesitation in her voice, as if she’s worried it’s too personal a question.
I smile, pleased she’s asked me.
‘I want to go down on you. I want to put my mouth on your hot, sweet pussy and make you moan with pleasure. I want to feel you come on my tongue.’
I hear her breath hitch in her throat and when I look up, she’s gazing down at me with wide, startled eyes.
‘Relax, tesoro,’ I urge her again. ‘Trust me. Be proud of your amazing body. Let go.’
‘But I don’t know how.’ Her voice jangles with nerves.
‘Stop thinking and let yourself feel. Nothing else matters right now, just this. Just my mouth on your pussy, my breath on your skin.’
With that assurance, I finally bend forward and run my tongue down the seam of her pussy-lips and over the swell of her clitoris.
She drags in a loud, stuttering breath and I sense her hands ball into even tighter fists by my head.
Dropping the towel now, I use my fingers to open her up to my gaze, locating the tiny bud of nerves that’s about to give her so much pleasure.
It’s already swollen with anticipation and my mouth fills with saliva.
I tongue her there, pressing down gently at first, then sweeping around its circumference, finally moving on to lazily flick the tip of my tongue from the base to top, feeling her shiver with delight.
‘Oh, oh, oh!’ she breathes. ‘That feels amazing.’
‘And it’s only going to get better,’ I promise her, bending forward to do it again, this time with a little more pressure, flattening my tongue to make my sweeps wider and longer at first, then bringing them back into tight little circles.
Her legs begin to shake and I put my hands on her thighs and guide her backward until she’s right in front of the bed.
‘Lie down,’ I tell her, giving her a gentle push of encouragement. I’m enjoying this so much I’m reluctant to take my mouth off her for long. I want so much to see her come, it’s making me tremble.