15. Paige
Damiano and I are standing at his sink, both facing the mirror. I love how much taller he is than me. I love how he looks now that he shaved and I can see his whole face.
“Do you have an extra toothbrush?”
He opens a drawer and looks inside, shuts it. Checks another drawer. “No. Use mine. We’ll go get you whatever you need in the morning.” He reaches around me for his toothbrush, his warm arm wrapping around me. He squeezes toothpaste from a metal tube, some Italian brand I’ve never heard of, then hands it to me.
“I can’t use your toothbrush.”
“Why not?” He shrugs his shoulders in the mirror.
“I don’t know. Germs?”
“Angel.” Damiano puts his hands right above my hip and pulls me back against him. He nuzzles into my hair. “I was inside you. Many different parts of me were in many different parts of you. You can use my toothbrush.” He moves my hair over my left shoulder and kisses my neck. The man is obsessed with my neck.
“Not all the parts of you were in all the parts of me.” I nudge him with my shoulder.
He freezes, looks at me in the mirror, his mouth open. “Is back here an option already?” He reaches down and squeezes my ass cheek. “Fuck, angel. I figured it was too soon. But if you’re into it, we can—”
I roll my eyes. “I didn’t mean that your monster dick hadn’t been up my butt , you perv. I meant that your tongue hadn’t been in my mouth . You haven’t kissed me.”
He’s struck silent. He’s still looking at me in the mirror, but his sly smile is gone, his brow furrowed.
Did he not realize we hadn’t kissed? Or did he think I’d be okay with that?
“I. . .” He stands up straight. “I don’t. . . We can’t. . .”
He’s adorably confused right now.
I’ll give him a minute to figure this out. I pick up his toothbrush and use it. Is this lavender -flavored toothpaste? Bizarre, but oh-so-delicious.
I spit into the sink as neatly as I can. My ass rubs against him when I bend over. He’s still trying to figure out what to say. Mister In-Control is so befuddled right now, I kind of love it.
Either that or he’s super distracted by the thought of some ass play.
“Would you look at that? The big bad mafia killing machine is speechless.” I turn to face him. “Rabbit got your tongue?”
He’s searching my eyes. What is he looking for? “Paige, I don’t kiss. I—”
“Shh.” I put my finger on his lips. I’m not open for excuses today, not after he just turned my life completely upside down. “Here’s how this part is going to go. Put your hands back on my hips.”
He opens his mouth like he’s going to object, but I tilt my head, giving him a stern look, or at least my best attempt at one.
His big hands slowly wrap around my waist. I melt into his touch.
“See, big guy? That’s not so bad. You follow all my directions, and you might even earn a reward.”
His head falls back, his eyes close. Something like a groan comes from deep in his throat. “Is it anal?”
“Oh my god, stop.” I laugh as I wrap my arms around his neck, run my nails through his velvety short hair.
He leans into my hand, like when you scratch a dog’s ear just right.
“Now, I’m going to kiss you, and you’re going to kiss me back.”
“Angel, I don’t—”
“Damiano.” I shake my head, then lean forward. Our lips are as close to touching as they can be without actually touching. We’re breathing each other’s air.
I place one light peck on his lips. He doesn’t freak out or push me away. I grab his bottom lip with my teeth, tugging at it lightly before letting go.
He squeezes my hips hard, his fingers digging in.
I reach down for his left hand, slide it up from my hip to my boob, lacing my fingers onto his and making them squeeze my hard nip. “There, one little peck, and you already earned yourself second base.”
Dom stares at me. He’s struggling with what to do here.
I lean in and kiss him again. More than a peck this time. He lets me kiss him for a full minute, but still isn’t kissing me back. He’s definitely undecided about this, but he didn’t pull away.
I pull back, bite my lip. “Good boy.”
He stares at me a few seconds, then looks away. “Did you just ‘good boy’ me?”
I nod.
“Huh.”
“Did you like it?”
Dom runs his thumb across my lips, pushing firmly in the middle. He tugs it toward him, then lets go. He nods slowly. “Fuck it. Get over here.” He yanks me up against him and dives into my mouth.
His lips are on mine. His tongue searches for mine. It’s all grunts and heavy breaths and fingers gripping my ass.
I could live right here forever.
Dom’s hand slides down past my ass, hitches my right leg up against him. I wrap my other leg around him too. His hard dick presses directly against my clit like this.
He turns us and walks us toward his bed, carrying me like I don’t weigh a thing.
“You ready for your reward?”
He shakes his head. “Nope. More of this.”