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He growls as he scoots down the bed, lying on his belly and drawing my left leg over his shoulder.
“Yes. One. If you put yourself in danger again, Sinead, I will spank you far harder than the last time. I know you’re into kink like me, and trust me, we will explore that. But if you risk your safety, I will punish you each and every time. You will not find any pleasure in it.”
“But you would.”
That makes him pause. He lowers my leg and shifts forward to cup my face with both hands. His thumb sweeps over my cheekbone as he drops the softest kiss to my lips.
“Would it make me hard? Probably. It did last time. Any chance to touch you makes me hard. But will I enjoy punishing you? No. I definitely didn’t enjoy it last time. It made me miserable. I don’t want to be scared that something’s going to happen to you. I don’t want to be angry that you let something happen to you. There’s nothing pleasurable about fearing I’ll lose you.”
He’s gentler when he moves back down the bed and lifts my leg over his shoulder. He unfastens the cuff on that ankle, then does the same on the other. When he brings his mouth to my pussy, he licks the crease where my leg meets my hip with tantalizing flicks of his tongue. He slides it over my clit, in no hurry, as he twists and turns it. But he keeps it away from his cum, which still fills me. Then he clamps onto it and sucks hard. My hips buck as he worships it. He wants me to know I’m precious to him. I run my fingers through his hair, but I don’t press him closer. I know he won’t let me, and I don’t want him to stop. I want to show him affection, even in my reignited haze of lust. This time when I come, my body feels replete. I could roll over and fall asleep peacefully.
“Gabe, I don’t know if it’s your skills or something about us, but you get me off like only a vibrator can. I’ve never been with a man or a woman who can make me come as many times as you do.”
“You’ve been with women? Is that something—”
I cut him off.
“No. I’ve tried it out to see if I’d be into it. It’s okay, but not what I want. I don’t regret it, but I don’t need or want it again.”
I grin and puff out a chuckle.
“That wasn’t the part of what I said that you were supposed to focus on.”
“That I’m your human vibrator? That part?”
“Yes.”
He tickles me, and I squeak my response. He rolls me over so easily, but I never feel manhandled or fear that he’ll squish me. He’s always so careful, aware of how much bigger he is than me. Never mind that he weighs more than me. He’s six inches taller than me, too. I reach down and try to tickle him, but he snags my wrists and pins them over my head before he licks my nipple and sucks. He fiddles around but gets the wrist cuffs off. As I watch him, he seems to relax as he suckles. He must be a tits man more than ass. Then again, he has said he wants to fuck me there. I’ll take either or both as long as he keeps taking me.
ChapterTwenty
Gabriele
We’ve spent all afternoon in bed, and it’s been glorious. We both fell asleep, and we both agreed it’s the best sleep we’ve gotten in ages. Better than even before all of this started. We know it’s because we were together. When we woke up, we had another round of incredible sex. We made dinner together, and now we’re both reading. She loved looking at my library and picking something out. She said we have similar tastes for some genres, and she has read many of them. But she admitted my choices are far more eclectic than hers, pointing to several books she’d never heard of. There are some collector’s items and some I’m yet to read. However, I’ve read most of them. You have plenty of time to read when you don’t have a TV and haven’t since college.
We’re on the sofa together. I have a pair of basketball shorts on, and she has on one of my button downs. I love the look of women in men’s shirts when you know they have nothing on underneath.
“Should one of us text Paola to say we’re not going over there tonight?”
“Yeah. That’s a good idea.”
I grab my phone off the coffee table and notice a text I missed.
Uncle Massimo
Call me.
Shit.
Uncle Salvatore
Turn your ringer on and answer it.
They’re on a thread together, and I wince as I read them.
“Something wrong?”
I have my arm around her shoulders as she leans her head against my chest. I keep stroking her glossy raven’s wing hair.
