25. Damiano
Paige is watering her plants. I repotted all of hers, splitting a few into two pots. Then I cleared a ledge off for her, right in front of a window. After we moved all her full-sun plants there, Paige snapped a few photos of the shelf saying it was ‘Insta-worthy.’ Every one of them has sprouted new leaves, turned brighter shades of green, and is in full bloom.
Paige finished watering her shelf, and I can tell she’s eyeing some of my plants, trying to decide if she should water them. I’d rather she didn’t since she still doesn’t know what the fuck she’s doing.
And I have a better idea anyway.
A fan-fucking-tastic idea. Brilliant, actually.
“Angel?”
She looks over and smiles at me. Fucking brilliant smile.
“Can you do something for me?”
Anything , she’ll say anything . Because of course she will.
“Anything.”
This girl will do anything to make me happy. Fucking blows my mind.
“Come talk to my little friend.” I stroke my dick over my pants.
“What?” She looks away, instantly blushing. She bites the tip of her finger.
Does she think I don’t hear her when she whispers entire one-sided conversations to him?
“Come here. I love when you talk to my dick.”
She puts the watering can down and walks over. Slowly. Drags her fingers across the back of a chair as she passes it. “Are you making fun of me?”
“Angel.” I lean back, unbutton and unzip my pants. I push them and my boxers down to my ankles, stepping one foot out. “Does this look like I’m making fun of you?” I’m already rock hard. Have been since she walked into the room in those tiny shorts that hug her perfect ass. No way I’m letting her out of the apartment in those. “Come tell him all your secrets.” I’m gripping him at the base, pointing him toward her.
Paige lowers down to her knees at my feet, pulls her shirt up over her head, tossing it on the coffee table. My fucking goddess and her goddess nipples and her complete comfort being half naked.
She rests her hands on my thighs, looks down at my guy. “Hey, baby.”
I fucking love it when she calls my dick ‘baby.’ She calls me Dom or Damiano. Never any nicknames. But my dick gets baby.
She leans forward, places a little air kiss to the right of him, then the left, her cheek brushing against him on each side for il bacetto, the Italian hello kiss on each cheek.
“Come stai?” How are you?
For fuck’s sake, a drop of cum leaks out of my dick as he’s revving the fuck up. “Are you talking to my uccello in Italiano?”
“Give us a second,” she says to my dick, then turns her face up to me. “Do you mind? We’re having a very private moment down here.”
“In Italiano?”
“Yes. I’m learning Italiano so I can speak to mio caro.” My darling . She points to my dick.
This girl. “And what about me?”
“What about you?” Paige holds my dick at the base and rubs the tip across her lips.
I grunt. “Tell me you’re learning Italian for me, Paige.”
She tips her head to the side, purses her lips as she thinks. “Nope. Just for tua minchia.” Your cock . “Now, if you don’t mind.”
Fuck me, I definitely don’t mind.
She whispers more to my dick. I can’t make out what she’s saying, but I can feel her lips moving against him, little butterfly kisses up and down my rod.
“You’re not going to tell me what you’re saying?”
She huffs like she’s annoyed, but she’s smiling a mile wide. “ We are trying to get to know each other better down here.”
“Yeah?” I fucking love it when she gets bratty with me. “In that case, think he can get to know your tonsils, too?”
She giggles. The girl is glowing, smiling up at me.
I guess she reached the end of her Duolingo lessons because she leans forward and starts full-on sucking my dick now. Taking more of me each time. Every time she does this, she goes deeper and deeper, just like every day I’m near her, I fall deeper and deeper.
I slide my hand into her silky hair. Gather it into a ponytail, pile it all on top of her head. I swirl it around and around, all gold and white and silky. Feels so good in my hand, but more than anything, I’m moving it aside so it doesn’t block my view of Paige’s lips stretched around me, her sunken cheeks. Her occasional gag as she takes me too deep.
My hand goes to the back of her head on instinct. Not to push—okay, to push a little—but there mostly because my body needs to surround this girl. Needs to envelop her. Needs to consume her. Meld into her. I’m tempted to wrap my leg around her head, but before I make up my mind, she grabs my balls. Rubs them.
“Such a good girl.”
She pulls off me. “Do you like that?”
“Oh, now you’re talking to me?”
“Damiano,” she scolds as she licks up and down my shaft slower than humanly possible, using her tongue like a paintbrush of pleasure and teasing.
I need more. “Come here.” I reach down under her armpits, pull her up onto the couch, onto her knees hovering over me. “My minchia has a message for your dolce figa . It requires special delivery.”
I slide the fabric of her shorts and panties to the side and pull her down onto me, plunging right in. I knew she’d be soaking wet for me.
She tries to lean back as she moans, but I pull her close against my chest. One hand is tight on her hips, the other slides up her smooth, warm back. Her pussy’s burning hot surrounding my cock, sucking him. My arms surround her, pulling her tight.
I whisper in her ear, knowing full well she won’t understand me, “Questo è tutto il mio dannato mondo. Giusto qui.” This is my entire fucking world. Right here.