His fingers thrust inside of me harder and faster until I’m a panting mess. Leonard kisses me, swallowing all the sounds of pleasure leaving my lips like he wants to feel them deep inside his chest.
“Come,” he demands, and there is no strength left in my body to fight against his wishes.
An orgasm ripples through me, shattering every rational thought inside of me. My cells explode into a trillion fireworks, and I scream his name without meaning to. Waves over waves of pleasure crash through me, but Leonard doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me with his fingers to let me ride out my orgasm for as long as possible, but I can’t take more. I let out a complaining whine.
“No more,” I say, completely out of breath.
“But I want another, sweetheart.” Leonard kisses my neck. “And another after that.” One more kiss to my neck. “And a million more after that.”
“When will I get one from you?” I ask, wishing my voice wasn’t so quiet, as if I’d never dirty talked before. He nibbles on my bottom lip for a moment before answering.
“Whenever you want one, baby.”Now, right now.“Except right now because we need to go,” he says, giving me one last kiss before lifting me off the ground. I pout playfully, and he runs his thumb over my bottom lip.
His features soften as he studies me, slowly caressing my features.
“You and me, Starling.” I step on my tiptoes to bring my mouth to his, responding with my lips on his.
“You and me, Champ.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE
leonard
Dad sends me a photo of a happy Benz sleeping next to Mum on the couch, and I lift the screen for Chiara to see the photo too. She merely grins at me while revealing my father sent her the same picture. It makes me smile from ear to ear. Her eyes linger on my lips for a moment before she drags them away and gazes out of the window.
We left Benz with my parents because Starling and I have a million things to do this coming week in Italy, and I wanted her to be able to completely focus on the opportunity Dino has given her without feeling guilty about ignoring Benz. I slide my hand across the seat, taking hers in mine. I don’t look at her, simply study the fields over fields of greenery we drive by.
Images of her under me, begging and kissing me, flood my brain, and I have to take a deep breath when my cock gets inevitably hard. My mind lingers for a little on the red colour that spread across her cheeks and cleavage from pleasure. The way Chiara screamed for me. I always had a feeling she’d be loud, but I never expected her to be so noisy. It was ridiculously hot. I can still hear her moans, bringing a smile to my lips. Then, my fingers twitch as I remember the way her walls tightened around me as she fell apart, and I do my best to breathe through the way my cock twitches in my pants, begging me to find a release. I suck in another sharp breath, noticing Chiara’s head turning in my direction.
“Are you okay?” she asks and squeezes my fingers. I had this wonderful thing planned for tonight, a surprise, but I let it slip out when pleasure was clouding my brain. I only hope she forgot about it because she was too busy enjoying me finger fuck her. “Is this about the whole date thing you mentioned?” she asks as if she could read my thoughts.Damn it.
“What date?” I ask, and she rolls her eyes at me, shaking her head a moment after.
“You’re impossible.” I smile at that. Yes, I most certainly am.
My eyes shift back out of the window and so do hers. We’re on our way to her Nonna’s house where her Mamma lives now too. Chiara wiggles a little in her seat, and I can sense how excited she is to see them both. It’s been months since she saw her Mamma and a year since she saw her Nonna. She misses both of them with every piece of her, something I know even if she never told me. I can hear it in the way her voice changes when she’s speaking to them in Italian on the phone. I can see it in the way she stares at the wall for several minutes after she hangs up the phone. I can feel it in the way sadness slips into her posture and features when she speaks about them.
Her Nonna and Mamma are two of the most important people in her life. I knew as soon as I asked Chiara to travel the world with me I would bring her here, no matter what. I would have never expected us to be this close when we got here, but it makes me happy to know I will be visiting the place she grew up in as her… friend, I think, and not her enemy. I fucking hate labels, but, right now, I’d love to ask her what she’d categorize me as. I’m definitely not her boyfriend. I haven’t even taken her on our first date yet…
“You have to behave, okay?” Chiara says after a few moments of silence, so I turn to her with confusion.
“What do you mean?” I need more details before I make a stupid comment that will cause her to roll her eyes.
“I mean, my Nonna will smack you with a wooden spoon if you so much as breathe the wrong way in my presence. So, don’t look at me weirdly or start arguing with me over something silly,” she says, and I raise my pinky. “Pinky promise, really?” Chiara asks with a small smile, and I return it.
“Yeah, but not the way other people do it. You see, our pinkies should intertwine and our thumbs should touch. This way, you make a full circle that can’t be broken, just like a promise should be. Unbreakable.” She raises her pinky to mine and then we connect the pads of our thumbs. “I promise to be on my best behaviour,” I say, causing her to lean back in her seat and groan.
“I don’t like that,” Starling replies, and I let go of her fingers only to start playing with a strand of her brown hair.
“My version of the pinky promise?” I ask, but she shakes her head.
“I don’t like that you make me like you all the time.” I smirk at her comment.
“You like me, little demon?” My voice has a hint of amusement in it, which is why she turns her head to me and glares.
“Nope, I’m immune to your charm,” she replies and crosses her arms in front of her chest. I let out a small laugh, my eyes briefly darting to our driver to make sure he isn’t paying any attention. He’s not. So, I lean over to Chiara and grab her chin between my fingers to tilt her head my way again.
“If you’re immune, your cheeks probably won’t turn red if I kiss you, right?” Every single time I’ve planted my mouth on hers, colour jumped into her face, making it all rosy and happy.
