Hoisting me up higher, he kisses and sucks on my breasts. My whimpers and moans get louder, encouraging him to continue.
“Do you really want me to make love to you for the first time against the wall? I thought we had a sofa, but I was wrong.”
Glancing past him, I see we're in the living room which is completely bare. My brain tugs at something he said earlier, and I find my fingers tightening on his shoulders.
“What?” he asks. “Which part is tripping you up?”
“You said making love, but you didn’t mean that, right?”
“I am not someone who fucks around,” he says, dropping me down slightly so I’m eye to eye with him. “Not anymore. When I did in the past, it was one and done. Everyone involved knew that. I mean what I said. You are mine. My cock has gone intoa cage every day to keep me from thinking about you, Pablo, or Rosalia when I need to be laser focused. I wore it until we got home. That bastard is motivating.”
My lips twitch in amusement. “Is Ciro conning you into doing things again?”
I’ve noticed Dario is a little gullible when it comes to his older brother.
“Maybe,” he groans, kissing my lips. “Doesn’t change the fact that he’s right. It’s just you and me, okay? This isn’t casual for me, Verona. My life has always revolved around my family, and now my pack. You’re part of that now, therefore, you’re important to me.”
I lose myself to his kisses as I nod, and he drops my legs so I can stand. His hands tangle in the waistband of my shorts, drawing them down as he gets on his knees.
“Since we’re staying here, I need you to come on my face like a good little princess,” he growls, pushing my thigh over his shoulder. I gasp as I almost fall over, and he chuckles as he helps me balance. “That always looks better in movies. Hold onto my hair, Verona.”
I love how unassuming he is now. Dario always seems to have the answers, or he’s close to figuring it out. If packs have jobs, that would be his. The fix-it guy.
All thoughts fly out of my mind as his tongue teases my folds, and I hold onto his hair as he spreads me wide to eat me out. His movements aren’t practiced or polished, instead he’s moving on instinct as he listens to my noises. His brown eyes flick up to gaze at my face, groaning as he tastes me. He pushes one finger inside of me, grunting as he feels how tight I am.
His free hand moves up to take mine, and he holds it as he rocks that single finger in and out of me. He’s not in a hurry, and he hums in pleasure when I whimper and fluid pushes out of me. It’s not an orgasm, but it’s a good fucking start.
Dario’s attention to my pussy has me beginning to rock my hips over his mouth and finger, and I moan as he pushes a second one in. He pushes his fingers wide to help stretch me, and my brows pinch together when it hurts.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he mumbles against me. “You’re so damn tight. We’re going to go slow.”
Soon, I’ve forgotten his promise as my nerve endings begin to fire off. Between what I’m doing and whatever Rosa is doing, I’m losing my mind. Gasping, I beg, “I want more. Please.”
Sucking hard on my clit, he gives me some pain to hold onto as my thighs shake. I press my ass harder against the wall to keep from falling, but I can’t. When I fall, Dario easily follows, and I grunt as I hit one of the only areas in the house that has carpet.
Thank god for that.
“I should have started here. Silly me,” he teases, making me laugh. I’ve been too scared to watch porn, and a part of me is glad. I want to learn how real people have sex, and I’ve never heard that laughing and banter is part of that.
It helps me relax, and when Dario begins to drive me wild with his mouth again, I feel my toes begin to tingle.
“Dario!”
“Fuck yes, baby. That’s so good. Don’t stop. Use me until you’re spraying me with cum,” he groans.
His praise makes me flush, and I shudder as I do just that. Gasping for breath, I tug on his hair. Dario’s face is shiny with my release as he crawls up my body, his eyelids heavy and lidded.
“You’re so pretty when you’re a puddle of satisfaction,” he grins.
“Since I can’t send you back to the manufacturer, I suppose it’s a good thing I’m keeping you,” I murmur.
Dario uses his shoulder to clean off his face before caging me in with his body.
“We’re going to start with just the tip,” he says seriously. At my face, he shakes his head. “Nope. I know it sounds cliched, but for as much space you take up in a room because you’re beautiful and ethereal, you are still much smaller than I am. Deal with it.”
“Okay,” I tease him.
“God, now I’m bossy,” Dario sighs. “I’m literally the worst person for this, Verona.”
