“It’s not like that,” I assured her as I pressed her shoulder back, then finally moved out from under the blankets.
The room was scorching, but it still felt like a cool wash of air after the trapped heat between our bodies under the blankets.
Where she’d been deathly pale when I’d stripped her, the color had fully returned to every inch of her, even in the center, which I knew was important.
Steph watched me the whole time as I reached out, pressing my hand to her feet, her chest, and stomach, making sure she was warm to the touch.
It was clinical.
But Steph’s chest started rising and falling more quickly.
“Can I ask you something?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“Was it fake?”
“Was what fake?”
“This,” she said, flicking her hand between the two of us. “What has happened between us,” she added. “Was it all part of it?”
I exhaled hard, my knees hitting the edge of the bed, my chin tucked, and my gaze on hers.
“Abso-fucking-lutely not. Actually, I’ll probably have my ass handed to me for letting shit get personal.”
“It was personal?”
“Yeah, babe, it was pretty fucking personal,” I said, my hand tightening on her hip. “I get you’re feeling betrayed. But anything that has happened between us? That shit was all real.”
I knew I needed to keep my damn hands to myself, but with her looking up at me with those heavy-lidded eyes, with her body completely bared to me, I couldn’t seem to stop my fingers from drifting down her hip, over her thigh.
Steph sucked in a deep breath, making her breasts rise and fall.
The muscles in her thighs twitched slightly as my fingertips grazed over them, then across her knee.
I was going to move away, to get my hands off of her.
But her gaze suddenly drifted down my body, zeroing in on where my cock was straining against the material of my boxers. A soft little whimper escaped her before her gaze found mine again.
Then, with her gaze on mine, she let her legs butterfly open.
And, well, I knew an invitation when I saw one.
I lowered myself down, sliding my arms under her legs, hands grabbing her knees and spreading her wider for me.
Then I was between them, my tongue tracing up her pussy, already finding her soaked for me.
I sucked her clit into my mouth, loving the choked moan that escaped her at the sensation, how her thighs fought against my hold, trying to clamp to the sides of my head.
But I kept her spread wide as my tongue teased out and started to work her clit relentlessly.
Her breathing went fast and ragged. Her whimpers became loud moans. She writhed, trembled, gasped, and pleaded.
“Venezio… please…please.”
My body went rigid, then shook hard as she came, her cries filling the apartment.
My cock ached as I slid backward and got back to my feet, reminding myself that she still needed some treatment, that things couldn’t go in the direction I wanted.
