I know.” I laugh and bite my lip to stop myself from kissing her sexy pout. “But maybe I need you?” The admission of that statement sends a wave of anxiety through my entire body.
She gives me a playful shove. “Clearly, you do need me to fight off gorgeous women in your flat.”
“You’re one to talk,” I reply, squeezing her sides. As I hold her in my arms, I find myself needing to hear the words again. To make sure this is really real. “Is this it then? Are you my girlfriend, Tilly? Truly? Because if it was just to get Bria to leave, I need to know.”
She sighs heavily. “Aye, sure if you want to get technical about it.”
“Technical is a really sexy word.” I smile broadly before picking her up and carrying her to my bedroom. She squeals in surprise as I technically lay her on my bed and technically prepare to adore her body for as long as she’ll technically let me.
I awaken the next morning spread out on Santino’s chest with his arms wrapped snuggly around me. The early morning light is pouring in through his half-shaded windows as I try to hide the smirk on my face as memories of our evening flood through my mind.
Did Santino blindfold me and use a feather tickler? Or was I just dreaming? I glance over at the bedside table and see the visual evidence.
Not a dream.
My smirk morphs into a full-blown smile now. No wonder I was spent by the end of the night and couldn’t be bothered to get out of Santino’s bed. The man is a freak, and never have I ever had so many orgasms from just his fingers and mouth.
And that fucking naughty tongue of his.
I fretted when Santino took me to bed because I thought with us having more official labels, he would expect to move to the next level in the bedroom as well. But as we stripped down, he could sense it right away when my mind whirled with fear and anxiety. When I told him I still wasn’t ready and that I was sorry, that I really did want to be his girlfriend, but I needed more time, he covered my lips and said, “I don’t need to have sex with you to be with you. Just let me worship you.”
And worship me, he did.
My body squirms against the sheets as memories of the scarves he used to tie me to his bed drift through my mind. Once he had me secure, he stroked that tickler over every square inch of my body and then followed those paths with his sinfully sexy mouth.
And when he finally let me free to return the favour, it was only seconds into a very eager blow job that he flipped me around to straddle his face while his glistening cock was thrust back into mine.
He grabbed my hips and greedily ground me down onto his mouth, forcing me to ride his face like he was a starved man. His lips devoured my slick folds as he murmured naughty things like, “You taste so fucking good, and I’ll never get enough of you.” I matched his enthusiasm on him, sucking his cock so deep, I had tears in my eyes.
I don’t recall ever doing this position with any other man in my life, but I guess the fact that we’ve been holding out on having sex meant it was time we got creative.
When he thrust three thick fingers up inside me and stroked my channel relentlessly, I came all over his face, screaming his name over and over again. Then he came without warning, spurting all over the sheets and even getting some in my hair. We were a mess of wild abandon, and it made our clean-up shower and sheet change all the more amusing.
I couldn’t leave.
It was just too good of a night.
Santino looked like a cat that got the cream as I threw on one of his T-shirts and crawled into his bed with him. With clean sheets, lights out, and permanent smiles on our faces, we talked for hours until we finally succumbed to sleep.
I think I even woke up with that same smile, but now that I’m sitting here alone with my thoughts, Bria has crept up into my frontal lobe. Last night I was so overcome with making us official that I didn’t fully have time to dissect who this woman was to Santino.
“Don’t,” Santino murmurs, his hands tightening