He was just there. Always.
I did as he said, letting him pull me to sit between his legs on the couch. There was no space between us, the very back of my ass resting in his lap. His hands stroked over the skin at my nape, kneading the muscles of my neck and shoulders so intently that I moaned. "You should be careful about the sounds you make." There was humor in his voice, but there was no mistaking the way it deepened to a level that made every muscle in my core, all the muscles he'd worked to relax, tense in anticipation.
"I have my period. I think I'm safe," I teased, groaning again when his hands moved to slide up the back of my shirt and work the muscles of my shoulder blades.
"If you think there is one damn thing in this world that would stop me from getting inside you, then you're wrong. I'm dying to feel you, dying to know how wet I can make you and how much you'll squeeze my cock like a vice. The only thing keeping me from taking you upstairs and finding out is the fact that you just aren't ready. The only thing keeping me from you is you. You should know that I'm not afraid of a little blood," he chuckled, and I bit my lip.
"I don't want to know how familiar you are with blood," I joked, trying to lighten the conversation away from the dangerous topic of sex we might never have.
I didn't think I had too many hard no's in the bedroom, but it felt safe to say period sex was one of them.
Because yuck.
"Is that a no go for you?" he asked, and I nodded my agreement. The couple in the movie finally kissed, but for the first time it didn't feel awkward. In the past, sex scenes in movies I watched with Lino had made me want to crawl in a hole and die of humiliation. He'd always seemed just as uncomfortable with them but tolerated the romance movies for me. "We should probably have a conversation about limits."
"Limits? Are you going to need me to sign a contract too?" I whispered, wincing when he snuck a hand into my side to tickle me briefly before pulling me back and tucking me into his chest. I appreciated the move, appreciated the fact that if we were really about to have a conversation about sex, that I wouldn't have to look at his face.
"I'm not a Dom," he laughed. "But I don't want to cross any lines with you. Is there anything off limits?"
"Threesomes," I blurted. "I don't want you to let anyone else touch me or touch anyone else. I don't want to be fisted or anything too extreme—"
"I meant normal limits, Samara," he laughed. "I'm not going to just whip out some kinky shit and push it on you."
I laughed uncomfortably. "I uh, I don't think I
've ever been adventurous."
"Let's start simple." He touched a finger to my lips, tapping the flesh there once to get my attention. "Can I put my cock here?" I flushed, but nodded, wondering if women ever put absolute limits on blowjobs. That finger slid down between my breasts, and I watched it glide over my shirt as my nipples pebbled in response. "Can I put it here?"
"Yes," I whispered, loving the way he groaned in my ear.
That hand slid lower, and my hips writhed on their own when he cupped me through my leggings. "Can I fuck you here?"
"Of course," I whispered with a laugh.
His other hand grabbed my ass cheek in his hand, squeezing the flesh so harshly I could feel his desperation. "What about your ass, vita mia? Can I fuck you there?"
I paused, biting my lip and considering. But I decided on honesty. "I've never—"
"Will you let me?" he asked, cutting off my explanation that I'd never done it. I knew, from the way his voice morphed into a growl that he didn't want to know what I'd done or who I'd done it with. I imagined the thought felt like chewing on glass, if it was anywhere similar to how it felt for me to think of the women he'd had before me.
"Yes," I whispered. He groaned into my ear behind me, and no other questions followed. "Is that all?" I teased, wanting to push him just a little bit farther.
"Quiet Samara, or I might just forget that you aren't ready and take what's mine tonight."
Well, that escalated quickly.
With a chuckle, I reached forward to grab my candy bar. Lino stole a bite, handing it back to me while I grinned at him.
I had a feeling I would very much enjoy tormenting Lino when I was ready.
And I couldn't wait.
Twenty-Three
Lino
I wanted to bash my head against the wall. Why in the fuck had I asked Samara where I could fuck her? Why had I told her I couldn't wait to get inside her?