Chapter Twenty-Five #2
With a grin, I said, “I think Rafe’s virgin ears can handle my perversion."
“There’s no way you’ll be satisfied just watching,” Drea countered in a low whisper.
“You’re killing me.”
“I think I have a solution,” Rafe said.
“Unless it involves sedating Leo, I don’t think it’ll work.”
Rafe reached over to the compartment by his chair and pulled out a pair of headphones. “I’m going to put on these noise-cancelling headphones for the remainder of the flight. I’m not taking them off until we land.”
When Drea got his meaning, she shrieked in embarrassment while I threw my head back with a laugh. “Thank you, brother.”
Rafe nodded before making a big show of putting on his headphones. He even turned his back to us as well as the bedroom door.
My cock surged against my zipper at the idea of finally burying myself inside of Drea. At what must’ve been the pure lust in my eyes, Drea held her hand up and started backing away from me. “Leo, stay right there.”
Despite her words, the coiled tension of her body told me what she really wanted. Her protests died on her lips when I swept Drea into my arms. After giving her a hungry kiss, I said, “I’m going to stick something warm and hard in your mouth to shut you up.”
Drea licked her lips, but then shook her head. “When we get to Sicily, you can stick things anywhere you like.”
“I can?”
“But only if you promise not to touch me on this plane.”
“Too late. I’m already touching you.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Nope. It’s time to do your wifely duty.”
“Keep talking like that, and these legs will remain clamped shut,” Drea growled, which caused me to laugh.
Once we got inside the bedroom, I kicked the door shut before depositing Drea on the bed. As I started unbuttoning my shirt, Drea’s eyes followed my movements. Rolling my shoulders, I eased the fabric over my biceps and down my forearms.
Drea’s greedy gaze took in my bare chest. “I love your ink.”
“Thanks. I’ll have to get some for you.”
Her brows shot up in surprise. “You would do that?”
Reaching over, I took her hand in mine before bringing it to my left pec. “I think your name across my heart would be pretty fucking sweet.”
With her finger, Drea signed her name on my skin. “Can I have your name on my skin?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Where would you put it?”
I pulled her up off the bed to stand in front of me. With a tug, the towel fell from her body to pool at her feet. As I took in her naked body for the first time, I found it hard to catch my breath.
High, firm globes with dusty pink nipples. Flaring hips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
With the back of my fingers, I rubbed the soft skin above her heart. “As tempted as I would be to put my name here, I wouldn’t do anything to mar this skin above those perfect tits of yours.”
“Is that right?”
“Mm, hmm.”
I slid my fingers down over her breast, grazing the hardened nipple with my knuckles. As I touched the top of her ribcage, I said, “This area might work. Although I speak from experience when I say it’s a really painful area.”
“I can take it,” she panted.
“Famous last words.”
“I know I can,” she huffed.
When my knuckles grazed her lower abdomen just above her pussy, she sucked in a breath. “No way are you getting a reverse tramp stamp. Not only is it tacky, but it would take away from the aesthetic beauty of your cunt.”
“God forbid I do that.”
“Exactly.”
Gripping her waist, I turned her around so her back faced me. My fingers fluttered over her shoulder blade. “This would be a great spot. Somewhere you could easily hide it if you wanted to.”
She threw a glance at me over her shoulder. “I like to wear a lot of strapless dresses.”
“Mm, I like that visual.”
When I touched her lower back, she shook her head. “No tramp stamps.”
“Actually, I don’t think anyone would notice. Their eyes would be drawn only to this fabulous ass.” After smacking one of her round globes, my dick jerked at the sight of the jiggle. “What women would pay for your ass is astounding.”
“But thanks to my Italian heritage and being sporty, I get it for free,” Drea mused.
“So true,” I replied as I continued rubbing her cheek with my hand.
“You know, this isn’t fair.”
I turned her back around to face me. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve seen all of me, but I’ve not seen all of you.”
“You saw the most important thing–my cock.”
Drea grinned. “I want to see that fine Sicilian cake you have in those pants.”
“All you had to do was ask.”
After stepping out of my shoes, I started unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. I slid them and my underwear down my thighs and over my knees. I quickly stepped out of them to stand fully naked, and fully erect, in front of Drea.
With a smirk, she gripped my waist and turned me around as I had her. Both hands came to grip my ass cheeks. “Mm, these are practically edible. How did you know I liked a double cheeked-up man?”
“Lucky guess,” I replied.
Drea smacked one of my cheeks, causing my cock to jerk. “I’m going to dig my nails into these while you’re fucking me.”
Slowly, I turned to face her. “Not tonight, you’re not.”
“You want me on top?”
I ran my thumb over her bottom lip. “We’re not fucking tonight. We’re making love.”
With those words, I officially rendered Drea speechless.