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ChapterThirty
THALIA
"My parents have invited you over for dinner tomorrow night at the house they’re renting,” I tell Theo as I dry myself off after my shower. He comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. Every part of me comes alive. We haven’t had sex since the time at the restaurant, and not because I don’t want to but because Theo is taking my comment about us taking it slow a little too seriously. Arching my back, I lean into him, wriggling my ass. He’s hard. Very hard.
I shudder as he drops a kiss to my neck, goosebumps trailing over my body. “Meeting the parents? I would love to, piccola.” He presses torturous kisses up my neck, and I’m so turned on right now, I think I could come from that alone.
“You’ve already met my parents. This is more of a casual dinner,” I pant.
He chuckles. “Is someone turned on?” He thrusts his hard cock into my ass. “I can smell your arousal from here, baby. I love the smell of you when you’re turned on,” he groans.
“I want you,” I whimper.
“You have me,” he responds drily, like he’s not affected by me at all. If it weren’t for his hard dick hitting me, I would think that was true.
“I mean, Iwantyou.” He knows what I mean, he just wants me to say it.
“Use your words, piccola. Do you want me to fuck you? Make love to you?”
I nod almost frantically, making him laugh. “Yes, I want all of that.”
Spinning me, he rips the towel from my body. His eyes fill with lust as he takes in every inch of me and licks his lips.
“Fuck, you are the most exquisite thing I have ever seen.” Maneuvering us, he pushes me down on the bed and crawls up my body, still in his sweats and shirt. I want them off him, I want him as naked as I am. “Your friend? Will he be out for a while?”
I nod. “Yes. We have the place to ourselves all night.”
Smirking, he moves down my body until his head is buried between my thighs. Swiping his tongue from my slit to my clit, I jolt as ecstasy courses through me. I know I wanted us to take our relationship slow but when you have someone as sexy as Theo, it’s hard to not want him all over you.
“Piccolo,” I moan. He freezes, his head darting up, eyes locking on mine. I realize why. It’s the first time I’ve called him that since we broke up. He smiles as something a lot like contentment flashes in his eyes. My chest constricts with love. I never want him to question us, and I know me pushing him away have made him do so. Reaching out, I cup his cheeks. He turns his head, kissing my palm.
“I love you, piccola. More than anything,” he whispers with so much sincerity I almost cry.
“I love you too. I never stopped,” I admit.
Grinning, he drops back down, working me just how I like. He sucks on my clit whilst pushing two thick fingers into me. I arch my back, taking everything, he gives me. Fuck, I’ve missed this.
“You look so beautiful right now with my fingers fucking you,” he murmurs against my sensitive nub before latching on again. He twirls his tongue as he sucks me harder and pumps faster. It only takes minutes before I’m falling over the edge, crying his name as I come. He pulls out of me; I watch him with hooded eyes as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks. It’s so erotic my pussy pulses with need.
“Mmm, delicious,” he rasps.
Pushing off the bed—his gaze never leaving mine—he pulls his shirt over his head and pushes his sweats down. His cock springs free, pointing at me as if it knows where it belongs. I swallow. I forgot how big he is. Yes, he fucked me against the wall in the bathroom of that restaurant, but I never saw his cock before he entered me. Now I’m seeing it in all its glory. He is fucking massive. Bigger than I remember. Is it possible for a penis to grow with age? I shake my head. Of course not. I’m not that naïve or stupid. But it sure looks bigger.
Stroking himself, he climbs back on the bed with a smirk as if he can hear my thoughts. Moving between my legs, he runs the tip through my slit, coating himself in my release.
“You are so wet, piccola. Always so wet for me. You want me to fuck you, want my cock inside you.” It’s not a question, he knows I do. He stares as if mesmerized by what he’s seeing. Stopping abruptly, he pushes against my opening, and then thrusts inside in one swift move. I cry out, throwing my head back—in pain or pleasure I’m not sure. I don’t think I will ever get used to the size of him. When he’s buried to the hilt, he stills. Glancing down at me, he drops his head, peppering kisses all over my face before pulling away with so much love in his eyes, I can feel it all around me. It’s tangible.
He starts moving, pumping inside me in long, deep strokes. He’s making love to me, showing me with his body how he feels. Capturing my lips with his, he makes love to my mouth like he is my body. I feel so full of him, so in love I could burst. Reaching down, he thumbs my clit. My orgasm builds. I feel it from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. Breaking the kiss, he stares at me. “Come for me, baby. Come on my cock. Show me what only I can do to you.” He thrusts into me harder, his movements speeding up as he rubs at my little bundle of nerves. It doesn’t take long before my second orgasm races through me, and I’m screaming his name. I clamp down around him, milking his own release from him. He stills as his cock jerks inside me and his hot come coats my insides. He drops down, careful not to squash me as we come down from our high. We pant, in sync, our chests heaving as we try to catch our breath. His head lifts. He grins down at me before dropping a kiss to my lips and rolling to the side.
“You are perfect, piccola.” He pulls me into his side, holding me close. His eyes shutter closed and his breathing evens out as he falls asleep. I sigh in contentment. I am exactly where I want to be. Theo may think I’m perfect, but he is too. I don’t know how I ever thought I could stay away from him. I never stood a chance. I belong to him as he belongs to me.
With that thought in mind, I snuggle into his side and drift off beside him.
* * *
Greg drives through the big iron gates up to the mansion my parents are renting. My eyes widen in shock. It’s the first time I’ve visited here and, although I grew up surrounded by luxurious things, this place is just beautiful. It’s a typical Italian-looking home, with a huge wrap around porch. Built with Tuscan stone that leads to a terracotta roof surrounded by plush gardens and an amazing sea view, it’s the epitome of stunning.
The SUV comes to a stop outside the marble steps leading up to the front door, dragging me from my awe. I turn to Theo who is still brooding because he wanted to drive to the dinner with my family. Greg insisted he drive so we could both relax and have a drink if we wanted. It made sense so I agreed, much to my man’s annoyance.
