Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
YOU KNOW YOU HAVE A FILTHY MOUTH
Sorinah
Oh my God, yes! This is how every woman should wake up.
Last night Sorinah fell asleep alone. She had flown into Milan the day before Aldrich for consultations with buyers. He hadn’t been able to join her because he had a meeting in Rome.
Aldrich arrived after she had fallen asleep.
Leave it to him to find a unique way to wake her up.
His head was buried between her thighs, and his tongue was having a conversation with her clit.
She moaned as her hand dug into his curls.
His gentle licks became more insistent, applying more pressure as he slipped his fingers into her core.
It had been nearly two weeks since they had last seen each other, and his touch had been missed.
Between his groans of encouragement and the thrusting of his fingers, her back arched off the bed.
Her walls tightened around his digits as she flooded them with her essence.
“DH,” she sighed in satisfaction as she settled back onto the bed.
“Morning, Kitten,” he greeted as his head popped up.
“I’ll say.”
Their eyes locked, and he held her gaze as he licked her come off his fingers. Her body tingled in response. Sorinah wasn’t the only one ready to go. He was completely naked, and gloriously hard. Seriously, his dick. Absolutely his best feature.
He grinned at her. “It’s about to get better.”
Okay, his face and voice were top tier too.
“You don’t say,” she drawled.
After pulling her leg closer, he flipped her over with a firm yet controlled motion, so she was lying on her stomach, the sheets cool beneath her skin.
She heard the crinkle of the package, the sound sharp in the quiet room, before he positioned himself above her.
His hands gently traced her back, the touch light yet possessive, sending shivers down her spine as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her neck.
“Yes, I do because I’m going to fill you with my dick,” he murmured, his voice teasing, the promise hanging heavy in the air.
Before she could think of a clever retort, he fulfilled his promise, and his slow thrust drew a gasp from her.
“Ah, fuck,” she whimpered, the sensation of him filling her stealing her breath, her fingers curling into the sheets as her body adjusted to him.
“You know you have a filthy mouth, Kitten,” he said, his tone both amused and stern, the nickname sending a fresh wave of heat through her.
“Fuck you,” she shot back, her voice slightly breathless, her defiance more habit than intent.
He stopped mid-stroke, and Sorinah was thankful he couldn’t see her face as she pouted.
“Fuck me? No, Darling, I’m fucking you,” he corrected, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction as he resumed his rhythm, the tease in his words matching the way he moved within her.
The room was filled with the sound of their breathing, the scent of their mingled arousal, and the warmth of their bodies moving together in a dance of tension and release.
Aldrich thrust into her, stealing her breath as his hand gripped her hips.
She gasped, her body arching instinctively to meet him.
He nibbled her neck, working his way to her earlobe.
His teeth grazed the plump flesh before sinking in.
Before she met him, she hadn’t realised it was a sensitive spot.
Aldrich told her he would explore her body, and he had discovered all kinds of interesting things about her.
She responded in ways she hadn’t expected.
This time her release was loud, as her walls squeezed his throbbing dick. He came with a grunt.
Her back cooled as he rolled to the side.
“See? The day got better.” He smacked her ass, then kissed it.
“Dick Hole!” she laughed. The shit stung.
“You should see someone about the unhealthy obsession you have with my dickhole.”
She presented him with her middle finger, which he captured with his mouth, nibbled, then released.
“I’m hungry; let’s get ready so we can get breakfast.”
Thankfully, the suite had two bathrooms. They were both able to get ready at the same time. The familiarity of sharing a shower with him seemed too intimate. Was it logical? No, but it was how she felt.
After Sorinah finished dressing, she spied a velvet magenta rectangular jewellery box on the bed. She didn’t recognise the brand, but it looked expensive.
What the hell? Had he gotten her a gift? Gifts shouldn’t be a part of their arrangement. What on earth was Aldrich thinking? The idea made her stomach churn. Was she going to have to end the amazing thing they had going? Ugh!
She looked up and found him sitting on a chair near the window. He was on his phone. When he noticed her, he smiled at her. “Before we head out, I got you something. It’s on the bed.”
“Um, what’s this?” she asked, picking up the box. It felt heavier than she expected.
“It’s a gift. Last week was your birthday.”
Aldrich hadn’t acknowledged her birthday other than a message he sent her on her special day.
“I didn’t think we were doing the gift-giving thing.”
He shrugged. “I can see you are overthinking again. Don’t read too much into it. I thought of something you might need, so I got it for you. Now open it. Gush over my thoughtfulness so we can go eat.” He grinned at her, then arched his eyebrows.
This frigging man! Why was she here again? Ah yes. The dick! Yeah, she was putting up with his mouth because of his dick.
Her eyes rounded in shock, and her mouth dropped open as she flipped the lid on the box. “Are these what I think they are?”
“Yup,” he answered, walking over to where she stood.
“Um, thank you?” Sorinah guessed that was the proper thing to say considering he had gifted her with plugs.
Not just any butt plugs, but the prettiest ones she had ever seen in her life.
They were three, each varying in size and adorned with a different stone: ruby, emerald, and sapphire.
The craftsmanship was exquisite. She inspected each one.
Her guess was that they were sterling silver.
“These are um… beautiful.” The stones looked remarkably real. “Oh my gosh, are these gems real?”
“Of course,” he answered, taking the largest one topped with the emerald from her.
Who the hell was making high-end butt plugs? How did he know where to find them?
“This is quite the um… gift.” They had discussed her possibly being open to the idea of anal, but it was in passing. He hadn’t pushed the topic; he’d just kept the conversation going. It wasn’t something she had entertained before, but she was open to exploring with Aldrich.
She spotted the note in the box.
To having your ass, Kitten.
“Classy,” she sassed, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm.
“Of course. Everything I do is classy,” he replied smoothly, cupping her ass then giving it a firm squeeze that made her breath hitch slightly. “You let me know when you are ready to try them out.”
“Question?” she asked out of curiosity.
“Make it quick, Kitten, breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” he said, his voice light but with a hint of impatience.
“How are these supposed to get me ready for taking on all of you? They aren’t that big,” she mused, her brows furrowed as she glanced at the items in question. Her tone edged with uncertainty.
He shot her an incredulous look, his expression a mix of amusement. “Somewhere in there is a compliment, but don’t bite off more than you can chew. Just trust me to get you prepared.” His voice lowered slightly, the teasing edge replaced by something more serious.
She nodded involuntarily, her body responding to his assurance even as her mind rebelled. All joking aside, the thing was she trusted him. Trusting him made her feel uneasy, the vulnerability unsettling her stomach, even as her pulse quickened with apprehension.
Sorinah couldn’t dwell on those feelings; she had never been in Italy at this time of year.
Normally, she avoided work trips so close to the holidays.
It was only a week before Christmas, but she had a very motivated client who was willing to give her a good deal, that, as well as the prospect of seeing Aldrich, had been too much to resist. Sure, she would see him in Trinidad in a week, but they would not get to spend any adult time together.
She was considering this her late birthday/early Christmas gift.
The morning had already gotten off to a good start with an unexpected gift.
As they were driven to the café, she had a thought. “The gift you gave me, was that for me or for you?”
“Why can’t it be both?” He smirked.
The man was a pain in her ass, but at least his company was tolerable.
Not to mention his knowledge of the best places to go in a variety of cities.
For breakfast, he took her to a quaint little café.
They sat at a window overlooking a little shopping corridor.
It was all so festive. Sorinah couldn’t wait to shop.
“After we eat, I am going to do some Christmas shopping.”
“Cutting it a bit late,” he taunted.
“I can accomplish a lot in a week. What? Are you all finished with your shopping?”
He nodded. “My shopping was finished weeks ago.”
“Question? Did you do your shopping yourself, or did Bernard do it?” Sorinah narrowed her eyes at him.
“The point is, it’s finished.”
“So, Bernard purchases all your gifts?” She quirked an eyebrow at him. God, she hoped not! Sorinah flushed, remembering his gift from this morning.
“No, he doesn’t buy all my gifts. Some things I prefer to take care of myself.”
Whew! she thought.
“I buy all the gifts for my parents myself. Bernard wraps them.”
Her heart sank a little. Did that mean Bernard bought her butt plugs? She rolled her eyes. He was messing with her head. From the look on his face, she couldn’t tell.
It didn’t take them long to finish breakfast. They had a traditional breakfast of cappuccino along with savoury and sweet cornettos.