I knew that he thought this was a terrible idea, and sure, maybe tomorrow, I’d have to deal with a headache, but that was why humans made ibuprofen—for bad ideas and the subsequent repercussions.
I hummed as his tongue explored my mouth, as he savored me, as he breathed life into me, and when his fingers got to work, I shuddered. A full-body one.
“FUCK.” I whimpered, accepting how desperate I’d been for his touch.
Not a clinical touch. That of a caregiver. But of a man who needed his woman.
Even though that woman had?—
I cut that thought off before it could even form.
No, Stan didn’t judge me for Dante’s actions. If anything, he reveled in myreactionto them.
My lips quivered as, with sure hands, he shaped my breasts then trickled them down to my hips. I shuffled, giving him access, then hissed when he found my core.
I pulled my mouth from his, needing to gasp in air as, finally, he ran the digits through my folds.
“Oh, god?—”
“Not God. Stan.”
“Less talking.”
“Liar,” he taunted. “You want me not to talk about how wet this little pussy is for me? You don’t want me to tell you that I can’t goddamn wait to slide into it? To feel your tightness parting for me?” When I mewled, he chuckled. “Didn’t think so. This pretty cunt was made for my cock,liunissa. No one takes me as well as you do.”
“Really?” I rocked my forehead against his shoulder as he explored my clit, finding the perfect angle, the right rhythm and tempo.
“You know it. You’re feeling the proof of what you do to me.” He kissed my nose. “You don’t need to be jealous,duci, not when the only snatch I want in is yours. Only yours. This is going to be my home.Capisci?”
“Yes. Yes! YES!” I warbled, having come to know that meant ‘understood?’
When he thrust two digits into me, I writhed against him, but he tutted. “You move too much and I’ll stop.”
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to combust if you don’t let me move.”
“You’re the one who set the parameters.”
I heard the dark warning sheathed in his teasing and knew he’dmake me regret reneging on our deal.
As deterrents went, I’d heard worse.
Forced orgasms? Sign me up!
But I could feel some lingering aches and knew he was right. I didn’t want pain tonight. Only pleasure.
I figured I deserved that after being relatively well behaved.
He scissored his fingers then urged a complaint out of me when he left me. Entirely. His hands, one coated in my slick, dug into my ass. With a care that had me swooning, he rolled me on top of him then helped prop me up.
I wasn’tthatbad, though I did appreciate his cosseting.
“This isn’t a good idea,” he grumbled, even as his cock leaked pre-cum over his abs.
God, if I were at 100%, I’d have licked that right up.
“I think it’s a brilliant idea,” I retorted with a sniff.
“If you say so,duci.” He reached for something beside him on the mattress. I frowned when he passed the foil packet over to me.
