He would turn eighteen in a few weeks. That meant he’d now be staying in New York, spending all year with his father, learning the family business so he could take over one day.
He’d talked about me moving there when I turned eighteen in a few months. Said he could get me an apartment. I could go to college there. At first, I dismissed the idea. But as the days of never seeing him again drew closer, panic had me really consider it. There was so much to think about.
Could I leave my mom? Could I move to New York knowing I’d never be accepted by his family as a suitable girlfriend? That one day he’d have to marry whoever his father told him to? And if we stayedtogether, I’d just be the mistress. The dirty little secret. What if I wanted kids? Could I watch him have a child with another woman without my heart breaking? No. That would destroy me.
There was only one thing I was sure about at the moment. And that was I wanted to give Sandro my virginity. If we couldn’t be together forever, at least he would forever be my first.
My heart rate spiked when he knocked on the door. Excitement. Fear. Desperation. Love. All these emotions mixing like a heady cocktail in my brain as I floated to the door and opened it.
His gaze swept over the white satin slip I was wearing. He looked past me at the candles I’d lit around the room. Then a radiant, mischievous smile broke out on his face, deep dimples appearing, and a rough laugh escaping.
“Oh, my little angel. You are in deep, deep trouble.” He leaped forward and swept me off my feet. I squealed as he spun me around, pressing his mouth on mine. Then he stopped and glanced at the door.
Gunnar was standing there, hands folded, with an amused grin. He winked at me, and I giggled, hiding my face in Sandro’s chest.
“Fuck off. I’ll find you later,” Sandro said with a snort. Then he kicked the door shut and twirled around tossing me on the bed.
His body came down on top of mine, pressing me into the mattress. He continued his assault on my mouth, twirling his tongue with mine, sucking on my lips, biting and licking my jaw and neck. I moaned and wiggled beneath him, rubbing myself against his hard erection.
We’d fooled around before, but he always stopped short of touching me beneath my panties or letting me touch him. I’m not sure why, but it was time to change that.
He gripped my jaw and smiled into my eyes. “If you don’t stop that I’m going to nut in my pants.”
I reached down and grabbed two handfuls of his muscular ass and pressed myself into him. “Then you better take them off,” I said, not recognizing the crazy need in my voice.
He froze then. His blue eyes holding mine with the most serious look I’ve ever seen in them. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” I answered. “There’s a condom on the nightstand.” Someone had left it in one of the rooms a few months ago. I found it while helping Mom clean and had slipped it in my pocket with the plan forming then.
His gaze flicked over to the nightstand and then back to me. He stared for a few more seconds and then kissed me so softly, so sweetly, it felt like he was worshipping at my mouth. Then he pulled us both off the bed.
“Arms up,” he whispered.
I lifted my arms while keeping my eyes on his.
He grasped the edge of my satin slip and lifted it slowly over my head, leaving me in just a pair of white silk panties. I was glad the room was only lit with candlelight as his gaze moved slowly down my body.
He blew out a breath. “Goddamn, you’re beautiful, Angel.” He slipped out of his shorts,leaving him in black boxers. He ran his hands down my arms, then palmed one of my breasts, squeezing and massaging until I was squirming again. The heat of his palm soaked into my bones.
“So fucking beautiful.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled me toward him. Leaning forward, he slid his tongue over my right nipple, then sucked it into his mouth.
I gasped at the rush of heat between my legs. Resting my palms on his wide, tan shoulders, I closed my eyes and got lost in the new sensations his mouth was creating. Tiny moans and gasps were escaping my throat, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to know how good he was making me feel.
His hands continued massaging my hard, aching nipples as his mouth moved to press kisses down my flat stomach. His breath grew ragged as he reached the edge of my panties. Sliding his hands down my ribs to grip my hips, he pushed his tongue beneath the edge of the silk, licking my lower stomach in slow, fiery strokes.
“Oh,” I gasped, and a string of nonsensical noises followed.
A chuckle vibrated in his throat as his fingers hooked into the elastic, and he slid my panties down my thighs, letting them pool at my feet.
I stepped out of them, no longer self-conscious about being naked in front of him.
He hauled me closer, pressing his hot mouth against my core. We moanedtogether as his tongue licked a slow path through my wetness, then his lips closed around my clit.
“OhmygodSandro,” I choked out.
Shoving my fingers into his hair, I pressed myself harder against his mouth.
