19. Mia #3
He smiles and nips at my skin. “No, I’m paraphrasing.
I would’ve killed him for talking about you like that.
” Kissing the spot he just grazed with his teeth, he murmurs, “Do you think you can hold still for me? Can you stay relaxed while I lick and suck on that pretty piercing of yours? Can you remain calm while I fuck you with my tongue?”
And because I’ll never lie to him, I say, “I’ll try.”
I swear I feel his smile against my skin as he slowly kisses a line across my stomach.
When he gets to my scar, the one that’s still healing but looking better every day, he lets out a quiet sigh and kisses the long, pale-pink line that runs along the right side of my lower stomach.
The skin is still slightly raised, but when I look at it, I don’t see an ugly reminder of what I lost. I see proof of my love for Dario.
Proof that I survived.
Because as long as I’m breathing, I will protect him no matter what it takes, no matter what it costs me.
I will always put myself in between him and whatever’s coming.
It’s the one thing we’ll never agree on.
He’s determined to get me to stand behind him, and I’m just as determined to stand in front.
He’ll learn to accept my decision. One day.
“ Ti amo, piccola vipera ,” he whispers in between his gentle kisses.
“ Ti amo, solntse moyo ,” I whisper back, making him give a masculine groan at my words. I was right about Dario being a big romantic. I swear hearing me say that I love him gets him just as aroused as seeing me naked. It’s unbelievably sweet, and one of the things I love most about him.
His lips keep kissing a trail along my skin as he carefully pulls my clothes off, and when I’m naked, he scoots down, positioning his body between my legs as he grabs my inner thighs and lowers his face to my aching sex. His nose gently nuzzles me as he breathes in the scent of my arousal.
“Perfect,” he murmurs while he kisses the crease of my thigh. “Every inch of you is perfect, and so goddamn fuckable.”
My fingers play in his hair as he teases me with soft kisses along the smooth skin I’d just shaved this morning.
The wet heat of his breath and the gentle press of his lips on my sensitive skin is an exquisite torture.
Every instinct I have is telling me to rock my hips, to hold him tighter against me so I can get the relief I’m so desperate for.
“You’re doing so good, piccola vipera ,” he whispers before dragging his mouth lower. “Keep holding still, amore. ”
“I’m trying,” I say, and even though I’m trying not to pout, it comes out sounding that way.
I’m not allowed to lift my head because it’ll tense my stomach, but I can hear the amusement in his voice when he says, “Keep trying, sweetheart. I may not be able to slide into you right now, but I can love you with my mouth, and I can fuck you with my tongue.”
I moan his name when he gives me a long, slow lick, hitting my slit from bottom to top before flicking his tongue against my piercing. My body tenses, but I quickly force my muscles to relax.
“Hmm,” he muses while he kisses around my clit. “Maybe this is too early. Maybe I should stop and we can try this again in a week.”
Fisting his hair tighter, I say, “Don’t you dare.”
His deep laugh is sexy as hell, but I refuse to be sidetracked. “I’m serious, Dario. Don’t you dare stop.”
“Oh yeah?” He nips at one of my lips. “What are you going to do about it?” Soothing the bite with a kiss, he says, “You’re in no position to make demands, little viper.”
“Please,” I beg .
He rewards me with another long lick. “That’s more like it.
” Dipping his tongue in just enough to make me moan his name again, he says, “There’s something so erotic about hearing you beg, amore .
” He dips inside for another taste. “I think it’s because you’d never willingly submit for anyone else.
You have no idea what it does to me to hear you plead for more, to know that you love me enough to do it. ”
I caress the side of his face as he lightly drags his tongue back up my slit to circle my aching clit.
“It makes me want to please you, amore mio . It makes me want to make you come again and again and again.”
“Please,” I beg again, smiling when I hear his deep moan of approval.
Before he licks me again, he says, “Promise me you’ll stop me if it hurts.”
“I promise,” I whisper, willing to agree to just about anything at this point. “Please, Dario,” I whine when I feel the soft brush of his lips, hovering over where I need him most.
“Fuck,” he growls right before latching onto my clit and giving me a hard suck.
It’s been so long, way too long, since I’ve had any relief for all the sexual tension between us, and my body is more than ready to let go.
I fist his hair, taking long, deep breaths in an effort to keep my stomach as relaxed as possible as he licks and sucks on my throbbing clit, easily bringing me to orgasm.
His name leaves my mouth in a breathy rush as ecstasy floods every part of my body.
It’s impossible not to tense my stomach, but even that tiny twinge of pain isn’t enough to ruin how good this feels.
A deep, masculine growl fills the room as he keeps working me, bringing me higher and higher until I’m gasping and my thighs are shaking and both my hands are tangled in his thick hair.
He gentles his touch, soft kisses covering my swollen pussy that turn into gentle licks and then deep groans of appreciation as he fills his mouth with my release.
My muscles are liquid, every part of me relaxed and humming with gratitude as he takes his time, savoring every lick, every kiss, slowly building me back up to where he wants me to be .
His words are a rough growl against my tender flesh. “Did it hurt, little viper?”
“No.”
“Good, because you’re about to get another.” He slides a finger into me, groaning when he feels me immediately grip him. “I knew once I finally got my mouth on you I’d never be able to stop. Goddamn, amore mio , I’m going to spend the rest of my life worshipping you.”
“Sounds good to me.”
He laughs at the lazy tone of my voice, the way my words are huskier now that I’ve gotten to come hard. His words are still laced with need when he says, “Let me know when you need me to stop.”
Fisting his hair, I say, “Stop,” and he quickly freezes, worrying that he’s hurt me.
“I’m fine,” I tell him. “I want to do something for you.”
“Don’t worry about me, amore . Trust me when I say I’m in heaven right now.”
He tries to distract me with his skilled tongue, and it almost works.
After a few seconds, I finally get the words out.
“You said you’d wait until I come, and I have.
It’s not fair that you don’t get to. Please,” I say, tugging on his hair again.
“I miss you, too, you know. You haven’t let me near your cock, and I think I’ve waited long enough. ”
“That’s because I knew I’d fall to pieces if I let you touch me.”
“Please, solntse moyo .”
He groans and gives me another kiss before asking, “What did you have in mind?”
My smile is huge when I say, “Get naked and get on top of me.”
“I can’t fuck you,” he insists, and I hear the regret in his voice at having to say it.
“No, you’re going to turn around.” When he hesitates, I add, “Just don’t let me suffocate.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ll smack your ass if I can’t breathe,” I tell him with a grin. “Funnest way to tap out ever. ”
He laughs and gives my piercing another kiss before sitting up.
I watch as he pulls his shirt off, revealing the body I will never get tired of seeing.
After being in the sun for several weeks, his beautiful olive skin is a few shades darker than usual, and my mouth aches to kiss every single inch of him.
When he loses his pants and hovers his body over mine, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him closer.
He’s careful to keep all weight off my stomach, but just having his body close to mine, feeling the heat of his skin and the way he completely cocoons me is enough to fill me with a calmness that only happens when he’s near.
Cupping my face, he brings his lips to mine, kissing me softly at first and then harder when I run my tongue over his and widen my thighs.
The solid weight of his erection presses against my core, coating him in my arousal until he’s slippery enough to slide over my clit.
The sensation is overwhelming in the best possible way.
“Don’t, amore ,” he growls around our kiss when I try to rock my hips. “Just relax, baby.”
I groan in frustration but do as he says, forcing my muscles to remain soft while he slides over me again and again.
I feel the pressure building, and when he brings his hand to my breast and gently tugs on my piercing, I explode, screaming my release into our kiss while he growls my name and rocks his hips, making the orgasm last as long as possible.
When I’m completely spent, he kisses me again and then lifts up so he can see me better. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He grins and adds, “Because I can easily come right now, just like this.”
“Don’t you dare. I want to taste you,” I tell him.
He groans and moves so he’s facing my legs while I stare up at the giant, hard cock that’s just out of reach. He’s completely healed from the vasectomy, and every time I think about him choosing to undergo that for me, I fall a little more in love with him.
“I’m serious about the suffocating thing,” I say while reaching up to take him in hand. He groans, his hips automatically rocking into me, desperate for my touch .
“Don’t worry, amore . I can promise you this won’t take long. You have no idea how close I am to coming right now.”
I squeeze him tighter and slowly stroke up and down the length of him. “Not yet. When you come, it’s going to be down my throat.”
He lowers down so I can swipe my tongue over his head, licking the pre-cum that’s covering him.
“Fuck,” he growls, sinking lower so I can take him in. “God, I’ve missed your mouth, amore .”
I moan around him as he slides in deeper, and when he feels me gag, he quickly raises back up.
Grabbing his hips, I help guide him, sucking and licking as we find our rhythm.
When I feel his mouth on my pussy right as he slides a finger into me, I moan and give him a harder suck as he slowly rises out of my mouth before sinking back down.
I didn’t think I’d be able to come again, but I should’ve known better than to doubt him.
Dario’s skilled at many things, and effortlessly pulling orgasms from me is at the top of that list. He sucks on my clit while I suck on his cock, and when he hears my deep groan and feels my pussy clench around his finger, he joins me and lets go with a growl.
Pulsing inside my mouth, his release hits the back of my throat as he slides a second finger into me and tongues my clit.
I’m completely lost to this man, every part of me willingly submitting to him as he works me into a state of oblivion.
My nails dig into his skin, forcing him deeper, wanting to make him feel good, wanting to return the pleasure that he so freely gives to me.
I swallow everything he gives me, and when he’s spent and starting to soften, a tremor runs through his body before he slides his fingers out of me and slowly kisses his way to my mouth.
The kiss is upside down, and I smile against his lips when my first attempt is awkward.
It takes me a second to get the hang of it, but when I relax and let him take control, he guides me into it while he cups my face with a tenderness that never ceases to surprise me.
He runs his tongue over mine, groaning in appreciation when he tastes himself on me.
I stick my tongue out further, letting him get his fill, and when he pulls back, we’re both breathless, and I’m fairly confident I won’t be moving for quite some time.
A heaviness falls over me, and when he pulls the covers back and scoots me up against him, spooning me from behind, I sink into his solid, comforting weight, barely able to keep my eyes open.
“ Ti amo , streghetta mia ,” he whispers the words against my cheek before kissing me and curling his arms around me even tighter. “Rest, amore . All you need to do is sleep.”
I mumble a quick I love you, barely getting the words out before the darkness swallows me up and I fall into a deep sleep.