13. Santino
13
Santino
I must’ve become one hell of a weak bastard to agree to the terms she’s set.
Yet, once I’ve got her on our bed, all sprawled out, I know I’ve made the right choice.
Having Camellia willing is not something I could trade for the world. To have her want me, a bastard not deserving of love, is more than I could ever ask for.
I can’t stop kissing her. Can’t stop consuming all of her sighs and her moans as my hands freely roam her body. I groan lowly each time she arches against my mouth, needing the contact as much as I do.
Every lick, every taste is a sweetness I’ve grown addicted to.
I need it. I need her. In my bed, my life and every option that goes with it.
I want to completely drown in everything that is this woman.
“Say you’re mine, Camellia.” Kissing her throat, my body rumbles in approval as she arches against the sheets.
“I’m yours.” The words come out with no hesitation. She knows it as much as I do, that we’re meant for each other.
No other person brings this sort of desperation out of us.
Needing to touch her, to claim her, my hands are on her body without missing a beat. Needing to feel her warmth against my fingertips, I trace the goosebumps against her arm as I move lower and lower.
Reaching the end of her hand, I move to her stomach and brush my thumb against her belly button.
For all I know, there could be a baby inside right now, and neither of us know. Today, I can make sure it happens.
“That tickles.” Legs squirming against the bed, she drifts her fingertips against my knuckles and I catch myself in the stroking motion of her stomach.
“You’re sensitive everywhere,” I remind her as my hand moves lower.
Scraping my knuckles against the waistband of her pants, I mourn the last day she’ll go without panties. My sadness doesn’t last long when I discover how quick it is for her to get wet. Rubbing my fingers over her folds, it doesn’t take much to set her body off.
“This pussy is mine.” Parting her lips with my middle finger, I plunge it inside and hook her with a single curl. “Do you get this wet just by thinking about me?”
Desperate for her answer, I stroke her heat and listen to her breath catch when another one of my fingers joins the first.
“Yes.” Whining, she tilts her chin back to expose more skin for my mouth to kiss. I’ve already left her skin red, and I have to control myself if I want to avoid leaving marks everywhere. I have complete control, I know I do. It simply unravels whenever Camellia is involved.
Even now, I can feel my restraint slipping. With every moan, every sigh of relief from her lips, I grow hungrier. Even more when she starts rubbing up against me.
I need inside before I go completely mad. Right fucking now.
Needing to get her pants out of the way, I slide them off her hips and toss them so far, she wouldn’t dare try to put them back on. Now that her pinkness is welcoming my hungry gaze, I don’t think I’ll let her put pants back on today.
As much as I love her wearing my clothes, her shirt has to go as well. I want to see her entirely.
She picks up on my thoughts with ease, her fingers trembling as she undoes each button. Like I haven’t already seen what’s beneath, she reveals more and more flushed skin.
God, I just want to lick her all over and see how far that flush can spread.
“You’ve got the body of a goddess.” Muttering my thoughts, I groan as she lifts her hands and squeezes her breasts. Her nipples are peeking out between her fingers, teasing me even further.
She’s letting her body lead, showing off what needs attention the most. From the way she pinches them for me, she bites her lip when I’m the one to groan.
My dick is pressing against the front of my slacks, a painful reminder of what Camellia does to me. Seeking relief, I don’t chase after it.
Instead, I finish taking off my shirt. It’s already ruined, one button missing, maybe two. Saying fuck it, I just pop open the rest to hurriedly get it off.
I hear her whimper, and I lift my gaze. “You like that? You like me ruining my shirts because of how desperate I am for you?”
She lets out a shaky sigh. “It makes you look really strong,” she admits softly. Her thighs try to come together to contain the heat forming, but my hips make it impossible.
I’m going to have to put more money into shirts then. Panties, too, because I can only imagine how wet she’ll become if I’m tearing off every pair for hiding her pussy from me.
“We’re going to entertain that thought in the future.” Grinning, I toss the ruined shirt and force myself to blink. I have to, or else my damn eyes will dry out from staring at her for too long.
My fingers move in a blur as I pull back to free my straining erection. At this point, being hard is a pain I need to be accustomed to. I don’t think there’s going to be a time where I’m not wanting this woman’s touch. Her body. Her existence.
“Where do you want me to put this?” I ask, my words thick as I wrap my fingers tightly around my cock. “Show me.”
It’s an order that makes her cheeks go the reddest I’ve ever seen.
Biting her plump lip, she reaches out and replaces my fingers with hers. Sucking in a shaky breath, she groans as she glides my tip against her clit, and finally, her opening. “Right here.”
“That’s it.” With a smile curling onto my lips, I lean forward and listen to her suck in a breath as I start to bury myself into her wet heat. It’s a sensation I’m never going to get tired of.
Once she no longer has to touch me, I’m plucking her hand and cradling it against mine. Kissing her fingertips, I don’t miss the way her eyes watch ever so carefully.
I want her to look at me, and never to look away.
Leaning forward, I capture her lips once more before finally moving.
Plunging my hips forward, I spread her walls apart with the invasion of my cock.
I have to choke back a groan. The sound comes immediately. No matter how many times I’m inside her, this pussy is going to risk being the reason behind my downfall.
Sex has never been something I sought for. Pleasure was nothing but a way to unwind whenever I truly felt like I was reaching my limit of snapping.
Now, I’m craving this for an entire reason. Just to hear the breathy moans that leave her lips every time I pull back and tug on her sensitive nerves when I slide right back in. I’m addicted to the little things.
To her little squeaks when I lift her hips and thrust at a different angle. To the way her skin flushes pink as she gets all embarrassed by my staring. Fuck, to the way she whispers my name when I do something she really likes.
This woman. My soon-to-be wife. She’s a drug I can’t get enough of.
I love her. The thought is foreign, but I know it’s true. There’s no mistaking the fear I felt when she ran out in front of my men with their guns. The fear of losing her.
I love Camellia. I won’t be able to love another. It’s either her or a lonely existence now. I’ll tell her every day. Even if it makes me look weak, even if she gets annoyed by hearing it, I’ll express my love for her in any way how.
She moans against my tongue as I kiss her again. Cupping the back of my neck, she clings to me like she never wants to separate for air.
Bucking her hips, her cries of pleasure fill the room as I set a steady pace with my hips. I’m going to have to soundproof this room to keep these noises all to myself.
For now, everyone can be fucking jealous that these are all for me.
Pulling away once I’ve kissed her swollen lips for the thousandth, she stares into my eyes and nothing could prepare me for the words that leave her lips.
“I love you, Santino.” Using the words against me, her pussy suffocates my cock with a tight squeeze.
“Say it again for me,” I all but beg, hardly recognize my voice. This desperation.
Her free hand moves to cup my chin. “I love you.”
My cock jumps, and three words risk my entire downfall. Thankfully, I don’t spill my release then and there. Instead, I hold off as long as I can.
Pressing her into the mattress, both of her arms circle around my body instead of my neck. Pulling me flush against her front, I can’t tell which of our hearts is pounding harder.
Hips rocking, her nails dig into my back as she clings on. Chasing after her orgasm with my own, I can feel the twisting in my gut as I grow closer and closer to my limit.
Grunting and growling against her ear, my thrusts grow frantic and desperate. As the need to come hits me harder than bare knuckles against bone, I fist the sheets beneath us and slam home.
Coming undone hard enough to make a man go blind, my hips rock until her pussy drinks up my entire release.
As her walls spasm around my continuous thrusts, I lift her hips higher, feeding her release with every ounce of my own.
She’ll become pregnant in no time, I’m sure of it. A wife and the mother of my children. Fuck, I hope I’m lucky enough for twins or triplets. All with beautiful blue eyes and freckles like their mother.
“Can we just tie the knot tomorrow?” I groan into her throat and smile like a fool when she laughs.
“I’ve always dreamed of having a big wedding.” Working on catching her breath, her fingers leave a trail of tingles up and down my bare back. “Those usually take time to plan.”
Cursing softly, I nod and pull back to take in her flushed state. Unable to help myself, I kiss her breasts and draw one of her nipples into my mouth.
The hunger I feel for this woman is endless.
“I’ll start referring to you as my beautiful wife, then.” If all I’m waiting on is a signed document, then telling everyone who has the ability to hear about my fortunes shouldn’t be too much of an issue. They won’t know any better.
I just need everyone to know that I found the woman of my dreams. Maybe rub their faces in my happiness and be the smug bastard I want to be.
She nods, the curve of her lips gentle. “I think I’d like that.”
Easing my way out, we’re left staring at each other. Pushing the strands clinging to her forehead to the side, I lean in and press my lips to her skin.
I don’t know how to be gentle, or to be soft, but I can learn. When she sighs with content, I know she likes it. Yeah, I’ll learn, for her.
“We will be spending the rest of our day in here.” Nuzzling her throat, I sigh. “We can shower and clean up if you’d like, but I don’t want to deal with anyone else today. I’ll put in an order for food, and we can just relax.”
Today has been terrible for my blood pressure. The only remedy is shared time with this woman.
“I’ll deal with our problems tomorrow.” Kissing her temple next, then her nose and finally her lips, relief fills me when she nods. “Very good.”
My jaw aches with how much I’ve been smiling lately. This woman really knows how to draw them out. The poor muscles in my face are going to ache by the end of the day, I can bet on it. It’s a pain I’m willing to welcome with open arms.