I twirled a lock of her hair around my finger. “I like the sound of that.”
As we laid in silence, my mind started racing as it came down from its sex high. I realized I didn’t use a condom. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
I exhaled a sigh of relief. “Thank God.”
She giggled. “I guess I should’ve made you wear a condom. I don’t know where you’ve been.”
I laughed. “I should’ve known better. The last thing either one of us needs is a baby. Your dad would definitely kill me.”
“That’s for sure. And I don’t want to be a single mom at eighteen.”
I kissed the top of her head. “How are you feeling? Are you sore?”
She tilted her head to look up at me. “A little but nothing too bad.”
I nodded. “Good. We should survey the damage and get cleaned up.”
She yawned. “Can’t we just cuddle and go to sleep, then deal with it in the morning?”
I glanced down. There wasn’t that much blood and only a few spots were on the bed. “You stay here and I’ll get a washcloth to clean us up. Then, we’ll do what you want.”
She smacked her tongue, giving me that sexy pout of hers. “Okay.”
I untangled myself from her and went to the bathroom, got the washcloth, then returned to the bedroom. I cleaned Gianina’s inner thighs and pussy, then went back into the bathroom and cleaned my dick off in the shower.
When I got back to the bed, her eyes were already closed, her mouth slightly open. I grabbed the blanket from the foot of the bed and covered her with it, then slipped under it next to her.
She snuggled up against me almost instantly. I couldn’t stop the smile that curved my lips as I wrapped my arm around her and closed my eyes.
I was in deep shit.
The next morning, I awoke to Gianina pressing her ass against me. I growled and nipped her shoulder. “You keep doing that and I can’t be held liable for my actions.”
She pushed back harder and hummed a sound of pleasure. “What did I tell you last night?”
I guided my length to her opening, rubbing it with the head of my cock. “I don’t remember. Tell me again.”
She let out a small moan, trying to angle herself so I would slip in. “I want you as much as possible before we leave here.”
“Ah, that’s right,” I replied gruffly, still slowly circling her entrance. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she murmured.
A lazy smirk curved my lips as I pushed myself inside her. This position made her even tighter and she hissed, making me still.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her response a combination of a moan and a whine.
I resumed slowly pumping in and out of her as I snaked my hand around to play with her clit.
She gasped when my fingers made contact, moaning as I played with the sensitive bud.
It didn’t take long for both of us to find release, Gianina crying out only seconds before I came.
I kissed her shoulder before pulling out and rolling out of bed. “You’re getting up already?” Gianina asked.
I glanced over my shoulder at her. She was looking up at me with her puppy dog eyes and signature pout. “I was gonna shower and get up, yeah.”
