Page 112 of Valentino

The thing is, I don’t think he’s joking. Licking semen off a desk feels like something he would actually do. This man is a sexual deviant. One time beneath him and I already know with one hundred percent certainty.

Taking my hand in his, he leads me upstairs to the bathroom and turns the shower on before sitting me onto the bathroom counter. We kiss again and again, my hands are in his hair and he’s standing between my legs.

This man.

He holds the washcloth under the hot water tap before wringing it out. I watch him, confused. What’s he doing?

He parts my legs and wipes the washcloth through the lips of my sex, spreading me wide as he tenderly cleans me up. Every now and then he glances up and catches me watching him and then kisses me softly.

Oh….

How is it that the act of cleaning me up feels so sensual? His touch is so masculine and yet at the same time reveals a vulnerability in me that I didn’t realize existed.

The way he’s caring for me is something I never knew I needed.

Dear Lord.

The echo of my ovaries exploding can be heard on the moon.

He rinses the washcloth and squeezes it out, before lifting me, spreading me wider and wiping me out, darkness flickers in his eyes.

Fuck.

“Shower,” he mouths.

Yes, you do need a shower…you dirty, dirty man.

We fall under the water as our kiss becomes desperate, he lifts one of my legs and slides his fingers deep into me. Our kiss is frantic, his hand is rough.

My need is out of this world.

In one fell swoop he lifts my legs around his waist and holds me up against the tiles as he slides in deep.

We both shudder, the physical connection between us is like nothing I’ve ever felt.

“Fuck, Anna,” he moans as he begins to slam me down onto his body.

“It’s too good,” I whimper, he’s big and stretching me, every hit harder than the last. Pounding into me again and again.

The pleasure his body is giving me is out of this world.

I have never fucked like this.

“Valentino,” I cry out, but he doesn’t hear me…because the animal in him has been set free and who am I to stand in his way.

Take me, I’m yours.

Body and soul.

The shadows cast across the wall, dimly lit from the bedside lamp.

Valentino and I are lying on our sides facing each other, holding hands, sated and sleepy.

We have fucked for hours, and when I say fucked I mean fucked.

Hard and unapologetic.

I’m swollen and throbbing and in the end, I had to make us stop.