I bit my lip so hard at the heavy throbs in my pussy. I bet my face was crimson now. My whole body was burning with shyness and arousal. If he said another dirty word, I’d come all over his pants.
“Are we… Is this happening?” I panted.
“If by this you mean,” his hand went down to my ass and tugged at my drenched panties, and his other hand dove into my hair, yanking me toward him so he could whisper in my ear, “fucking your untouched pussy so hard, giving you one orgasm after another until you can’t remember your name, then yes, it is happening, my sweet Angel.”
I moaned his name so hard, my pussy clenching uncontrollably and…Wait what?“What did you just call me?”
He looked me in the eye. “My sweet Angel.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Why would you call me that?”
“Because you like to hear it.”
“What? What are you… What?”
“Fromhim. You liked it, didn’t you? You loved everythinghedid to you.”
I shook my head, denying it. “Not anymore.”
He grunted. “Va bene. If you say so.” His hands traveled up my waist, feeling my sides and moving to my chest. The trail of fire he was leaving on my body pulled me back in the moment, kicking away all the dark thoughts, leaving only my need for this man.
My nipples hardened, and he stared, his tongue darting out, before he cupped my boobs and squeezed. Then his thumbs circled my nipples. They were painfully hard and felt strangely tight and dry as they pebbled up harder under his touch.
My whole skin tingled with a sudden dryness as I squirmed on top of him, something like a coat, a body mask that had dried out and needed to be removed. Maybe I didn’t take a proper shower today. I’d been afraid to get water on the wound even after the stitches were removed.
How embarrassing. The first time he’d see my body… The first time a man would make love to me… He’d think I was disgusting.
“Would you…mmm…give me a minute?” His touch felt so fucking good. “I’ll go freshen up.”
“No need. You’re beautiful just like this.”
“But I was sleeping, remember? I need to, at least, brush my teeth.”
His breath fell on my lips. “You don’t need anything.”
With that, He pulled me into his mouth. His lips pressed to mine, and my heart careened. He claimed my mouth with an odd familiarity, savoring me slowly and then passionately.
Just like my first kiss.
My only kiss.
Out of breath, I let his tongue part my lips as I’d lethimbefore, and I moaned into Tino’s lips helplessly exactly as I’d moaned forhim.
What the hell? This can’t be right. How can they feel exactly the same? Kiss the same way? Taste the same?
Fuck me, even sound the same?
Was this another one of the tricks my mind loved to pull on me? Was this the delusion caused by the imprinthehad left on me, the mark, the scar that would never heal?
I yanked my head back, gasping for the breath Tino took away. I stared at him as if seeing him for the first time, shaking my head in disbelief.
He smirked. “You okay?”
“I really need that minute.”
He laughed. “Va bene.” His lips caressed my cheek as he started to unbutton his shirt. “Don’t take too long.”
I pulled up my panties, practically running to the bathroom, and shut the door. My chest heaved with labored breaths. I thought I’d have a panic attack.
