Page 26 of I Would Beg For You
Suddenly, her hands still in my hair, and she’s pushing me away with a cry. My body tenses, and I lift myself up to see why she is pulling away.
I need not have worried she is rescinding on this little stolen moment of passion when I take one look at her face. Cheeks flushed, mouth slightly agape, crying out with breathless cries.
Dio Santo, she’s having an orgasm!
A wave of red-hot pleasure bursts through me. It’s not completion but satisfaction. Look what I just did to her…and I frankly haven’t even started yet. In retrospect, I should have realized she might end up climaxing without penetration after seeing how responsive she was on our infamous flight home.
I watch her as she comes down from her high, and something catches my eye.
“You dirty, dirty girl,” I say with a chuckle.
Naomi’s eyes fly open. “What?”
The bewildered confusion in the word makes me smile. I just love to make her lose her wits in my arms.
“Look up,” I tell her.
She does, and frowns.
“Mistletoe, Naomi.” I wait for her to catch up. “Where is it?”
“Th-there,” she mutters.
I crawl back a few paces to expose her lower body.
“It’s on top of your body,” I say. “Right above your pussy.”
In all her writhing, she’s ridden up on the bed, so now, the mistletoe dangling from the middle of the canopy hovers right above her lower body.
Her eyes grow wide as her mouth forms a small O.
“Is this where you want me to kiss you?” I ask.
Her eyes seem to glaze over as she hears me. Without waiting for an answer, I press my palms on her inner thighs and part her wide open, dipping my head forward to seek her pretty pink core. She shaved her pussy completely, exposing all her sweet plump folds and pearly clit.
I hear a loud moan as I close my lips around her swollen clit. She is slick and almost gushing with cream, the aroma of her arousal dousing my nostrils with her need. I suckle harder, and just as she tenses, I pull on it with a sucking sound then run the flat of my tongue over her wet slit. More cream gushes into my mouth as she comes with shudders wracking her body.
I force her thighs to remain open, which appears to make her come even harder, this time with a loud cry.
The sound of the front door closing with a slam tears me out of my drunk-on-her-cream bliss.
Merda. It must be her father—he’s back. Did he just hear Naomi?
I can’t let him catch us like this. I’m pretty sure Naomi locked the door, plus what kind of sick fuck would he be to barge into his grown daughter’s room unannounced, but I can’t take the risk.
I pull myself together and scramble off the bed.
“Val?” She protests.
“We need to be careful if we want to keep this a secret. Don’t worry, gattina. This isn’t over,” I tell her as I backtrack to the side of the bed to drop a kiss on her tousled hair. I can’t resist stroking my hand between her legs, her smooth velvety folds still engorged from her orgasm.
My cock isn’t happy at all we’re having to run away from her, but the cazzo will have to bear it this time. I have ample material for fantasies of Naomi coming to satisfy it until I can get my hands on her again.
This certainly isn’t over, not by a long shot. I’ll be back, this time for everything, I promise myself as I descend down the tree and walk over onto my side of the fence.
Chapter 10 Naomi
It takes me avery long time to even be able to move on the bed once Valentino leaves my bedroom in a rush as we heard the front door closing downstairs.
