7. Santino
7
Santino
I’m tempted to believe I’ve actually died, and someone mixed my records up by giving me something I can only describe as pure bliss. I don’t deserve this.
To have a woman fit so perfectly against my frame, smelling absolutely intoxicating.
For the first time in a while, I slept hard enough to be dead to the world. Now I don’t want to leave my bed and disrupt this peace.
Camellia is out, her face relaxed. She’s got a strand of hair caught on her lip, and I can’t help but move it. Her skin is so warm against my fingertips. She’s so soft, and squishy. Turning her head with my thumb, I find myself leaning in without thinking.
She has this pull on me, one I can’t fight against or explain to someone sane. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
I’m thinking of doing corny shit like waking her up with a light kiss. Would she melt against me like before, or would she shove me away?
For some reason, I want to chase after this woman until she’s melting against the palm of my hand. I don’t think I’m asking for much here.
It’s frustrating, not getting what I want. Any other woman would have happily sat on my cock without asking. Yet, with Camellia, I’m on the verge of begging her to let me in.
Grazing her skin, I lower my hand and carefully move to sit up. Moving the blankets, I curse under my breath as she stirs. The longer I look at her, the more my mouth waters. Whenever I get my mouth near her, she gives me something else to crave. As my eyes settle on the knot she’d tied on my sweatpants she stole, I’m practically drooling.
Unable to help myself, I reach forward and pull at one of the strings. It easily comes undone.
I’m going to wake her up in one of the best ways possible. She just doesn’t have a clue. When she stirs as I part her thighs hoping to make enough room for me, I’m too focused on sinking my fingers in the band of the sweats. Far too big for her, the knot was the only thing keeping them secure.
“What are you doing?” She blinks slowly, her lids heavy from sleep. She lifts her hips for me, helpful without realizing it. Once I’m leaving nothing but bare skin, her eyes are snapping open. “Wait!”
Spreading her thighs, I’m too focused on the damp spot on her underwear. “Hm?”
“What are you doing?” Repeating the question, she shivers when I tease the fabric with my thumb. My finger is already wet, she’s soaked . She must’ve had one hell of a dream.
“I’m trying to make my way toward tasting your pussy.” The truth rolls out of me with no hesitation. “Right now, I’m considering whether I want to keep these panties or ruin them because they’re in my way.” Leaning in, I take a deep inhale and groan inwardly. “Spoil me, Camellia. Tell me how wet you are beneath these damn things.”
The way her skin instantly flushes, I’m confident she’ll try to lie to me and insist she’s as dry as the Sahara desert. Instead, she chews on her bottom lip and squirms.
She wants to give in. I can see the fight behind her eyes. She has to give in. If she doesn’t, it’ll be the death of me.
Leaning in, I encourage her by pressing my tongue against the thin strip separating me from my next meal. Just the taste of her essence is enough to make me grow impatient.
“I-I’m…” Her voice wobbles and her hips betray her by jerking toward my chin. “It’s your fault. I can’t get away from you even when I sleep.”
She’s dreamed of me, in a way that’s left her in this state. Fuck me.
I opt to tear the panties. I can buy her as many pairs as she wants. Anything to see the most glistening, perfect pink pussy lips I’ve seen in my life.
“Part your thighs. Make me feel bad for the damage done.” I don’t recognize my voice as the words leave my lips. There’s this desperation to taste her, to make her come against my sheets. I need it, need her to want it as badly as I do. This isn’t a punishment I can suffer alone. “Let me properly apologize for bothering you.”
God, her cheeks can turn so pink. I’m starting to wonder if making this woman blush will become my new goal in life. I want to see how the rest of her body looks when she gets flushed as well.
“We don’t have to tell anyone. You can keep pretending you’re dreaming.” Shifting backward to make enough room to settle on my stomach, my eyes settle on these glistening folds. Can’t help but lick my lips. Every time I think Camellia can’t get any better, she does.
Her knees shake, but she parts them. Her thighs flex beneath my touch as I squeeze her plumpness.
“Just like that.” Humming my approval, I graze her clit with my thumb and she jerks. “Have you always been this sensitive, or am I one lucky bastard?”
“I haven’t–” She stops, and her brows knit together. “I can’t help it, that’s all.”
“Don’t change.” Leaning in, I kiss her thigh and make it quiver. “Stay just the way you are.”
Her stomach flexes, and she takes in a sharp breath. Her eyes grow wide and for a moment, I forget what I’m doing.
With the darkness gone, I can truly appreciate their brilliant blue hue, reminiscent of a sparkling ocean I’d swim laps in. They’re unique, and I love them. How many times will I get lost in them?
I’ll have to keep some distance from her during the day. Otherwise, not just those eyes will be a distraction. I won’t be able to get any work done. We can make up whatever time we lose together during times like these.
Look at me, planning around her and dreading the in between.
“Promise me you’re not just saying what I want to hear.” Her lips press together in a flat line, but the demand for the truth is there. I’m not known as a man who can be trusted enough to keep a promise, but there’s something there, something I don’t understand that makes her need to hear the words.
For once, there’s weight behind her words. Her eyes search mine, and I know I couldn’t lie to her even if I wanted to hide my upcoming weaknesses.
“I mean it, Camellia. From the pit of my ruined soul. I want you, just like this. Spread open like an offering. Bashful and willing. I promise.” Tired of talking, I keep my eyes on hers as I part her lips and lean in. With high expectations, I flatten my tongue against her clit and suck the small nub between my lips.
The moan that leaves her lips vibrates through me. I feel it seeping deep into my bones. My chest rumbles with satisfaction, and I think I’ve discovered my new favorite flavor.
She tastes exactly as I expect her to. Much like honey, my tongue savors the sweetness before delving deep to experience her essence at the source.
Her thighs clamp against my ears, and the next moan that leaves her lips is muffled and hoarse. When her fingers dig through my hair, I expect her to try and pull me away. Instead, she tugs me closer and lifts her hips. She’s a natural.
Soon enough, I can feel the tightness of her walls as I delve deeper with my tongue. I’m tempted to ask, but I’m confident that I know the answer.
She’s a virgin. An untouched, pure soul who fell into the worst pair of hands. Ones that can’t stop touching her.
Will her body enjoy my fingers more than my tongue? With only one way to find out, I make room for my hand.
“Does this feel good?” Aching for any confirmation, I groan when she nods. “Do you accept my apology?”
She blinks slowly, her pupils blown. Like she’s forgotten the whole excuse I gave her to let me cross these lines, her brows come together before her chin tilts back. Taking in a slow inhale, her head shakes. “Not yet.”
Yeah, I’m sure of it. This woman was made for me. She took too long to enter my life, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to let another minute go by without making her mine.
I want her, both body and soul. If anyone tries to take her away, I’ll kill them. Simple as that.
Her mouth makes a beautiful O as I work a finger inside. Her pussy clenches around the intrusion, but sucks me right back in every time I move my wrist. Even better, adding a second finger is as easy as the first.
“You take me so well, you know that?” Curling and spreading them, I discover which spots make her squirm the most. If there’s an all of the above option, she’d fit the bill. “You have to see it too, don’t you? You were made for me.”
“You’re crazy.” Her voice catches and a shudder rolls through her as I hook her walls.
“Crazy for you, for this.” I have no problem admitting the truth. My breath catches as she lifts her hips on her own.
I don’t care if she tries to take over. I can’t think of something sexier than this woman rubbing against me to find her pleasures. Even if she doesn’t realize what she’s doing, I don’t stop her. Instead, I let her body lead.
Her body gives the telltale signs of reaching the peak of her limit. Be it her twitching legs or her clenching walls. Too lost in her sweet taste, I chase after her orgasm until she’s arching against the mattress, and deafening my ears with a cry.
Leaving her as nothing but a panting mess, I lick my fingers before enjoying my reward. Even when she tries to swat me from her overly sensitive nerves, I can’t stop until I’ve had my fill.
Flattening her thighs on the bed, I lift long enough to reveal my slick chin. I look at her dazed expression. Pupils blow, she grips at my sweatshirt covering her top half. Must feel hot and uncomfortable.
I place a wet kiss against her stomach as I push the fabric up. Revealing more skin than I ever imagined seeing in the first place, she moans when my teeth catch certain parts of her stomach. Just as I finally reach her chest, she surprises us both by lifting her arms.
“Good girl.” Murmuring the praise, I throw the sweatshirt, and leave her body bare for no one but my eyes. Her skin is glistening and covered in more freckles. I run my tongue along the dots and trace the goosebumps with the tip of my tongue. “You like that, little bird? You want to be my good girl instead?”
She can leave her cage behind and get comfortable on my lap from now on. Perched on my thigh, she’d be free to do whatever she pleased. Be it in my office, or while I’m eating every meal, I don’t give a fuck. Even if she wants to torture me by grinding her innocent pussy across my leg enough to soak the fabric, I’m more than willing to make the changes needed to make this happen.
Distractions be damned, I’d let her do it just to make me suffer.
First things first, I’d make her get rid of that cursed last name. I can easily turn her into a Bertelli by slipping a ring onto her finger.
My cock swells, digging roughly into the mattress at such a crazed thought.
Marriage? Maybe I’m in worse shape than I originally thought. But now that the thought has crossed my mind, it will be all I can think about until I make it a reality.
Dragging my mouth higher, I discover her perfectly perky her tits are. Her nipples are already hardened points, lifting to welcome my greedy mouth. However, I don’t give her what she wants.
“Do you want my mouth all over you, Camellia?” Crawling higher, I grind my hips against hers and draw a moan from her lips. “You’re going to have to put in a little work, too. I can’t be the only one.”
She bites her lip and closes her eyes. She wants to pretend she doesn’t want this by letting me do everything. Well, I’m not letting her be a coward. Not this time. Finally, she opens her eyes.
“I want you to kiss them.” Her eyes settle on my lips and she squirms when I don’t move just yet. “ Please .”
Swooping down, I swirl my tongue around one nipple before sucking it into my mouth. Her hand returns to my head, her fingers buried. Using my teeth, she groans as I pull back and release her nipple with a pop . Moving to her other breast, I do the same. Back and forth, left and right, I get them nice and red before moving my kisses up higher and higher.
Reaching her mouth, I don’t waste a second before I’m pressing my lips to hers. Sucking on her tongue, I swallow down her whines as I continue seeking any friction I can get. At this rate, I’m going to explode and ruin my pants. Right now, I don’t give a fuck.
However, I’d rather not waste my release. Instead, I’d rather plant it deep inside.
“I want to stuff my cock inside of you.” Bringing my mouth to her temple, I kiss her glistening skin. “You’d squeeze me so tight, wouldn’t you?”
“Won’t it hurt?” Her innocence only makes me ache worse.
“Just for a moment. But I’m sure you’ve endured worse. You’re strong, I know you can take it.” Pulling back, her eyes follow as I move to settle on my heels. Shoving the waistline of my pants down, I free my cock and give myself a squeeze. “A good girl wouldn’t have any issue taking this.”
Her breath catches, and her stomach flexes. Her tongue swipes across her lip as I stroke myself. So wide, those ocean blues take in my glistening tip. She doesn’t look scared, not one bit.
If this is how Camellia acts when she gives in to this force pushing us together, then there’s no way in hell I’ll ever want to leave this bed again. I’ll do all my work and make all my decisions right here.
When she nods, I thank whatever higher power has sent this woman in my direction.
Sliding the tip along her slit, I choke as I start pressing forward. She opens up for me, and it’s beautiful. So wet and ready, I’m blinded by short shallow thrusts. At this rate, I might get off before I can fully bury myself inside.
I’ll never want to leave this pussy again.
Sinking deep, I experience nothing but paradise. As her pussy swallows up every inch, I’m left resting on my elbows. Trying to fight the urge to start thrusting wildly and chase this need to seek the release I’ve held onto since she stepped into my life, her groan helps keep me grounded.
I’ll wait as long as she needs me to, even if it fucking kills me.
Seconds pass by and sweat rolls down my temple. Just as I part my lips to ask her if she’s ready, there’s a sudden loud banging against my door. One that makes her jerk and instantly reach out for the blankets. Like a splash of cold water, she’s stiffening against me more and more by the second.
“We’re fucking busy!” Turning, I seethe the words out through gritted teeth.
The door opens anyway and Camellia gasps, tucking herself against me like I can hide away every inch of her body.
Snatching the blanket to help in her aid, I curse as her grip tightens around my cock in a vice grip. Just as I throw it around us, I turn to see who has the deathwish to interrupt my bliss.
Fucking Urzo.
He doesn’t look at us, smart enough to know better than to look at my woman when she’s in this state. “This couldn’t wait.”
Unless the estate is under fire and Camellia’s life is in danger, it can fucking wait.
“Well? Say what you have to say so you can leave.” I’m trying not to completely lose myself to rage, not when I don’t want to scare her off and take steps back.
He clears his throat and shifts where he stands. “You wanted to know when they came for her. Well, one of them did. Not Rocco. The other one.” His brow furrows deep and a flicker of something crosses his face. Something he wastes no time in squashing down. “She’s very loud. Disrupting the peace. Should I take her down below?”
Every word that leaves his lips is nothing but trouble. It’s all Camellia needs to start wiggling beneath me. She huffs and puffs and shows the first signs of caring about someone with the same last name.
Moment fucking ruined.
Great.