"Thanks for coming to work today, it will set us up for Monday. Have a good weekend," Jasper said, giving me a pointed look that said, "I told you so."
I stuck my tongue out at him when he turned his back to go into his office.
And then I let Lino guide me out and take me home. I didn't bite when he talked about what we would eat for dinner, because I very much had other things in mind.
And I wanted nothing to do with food until I got them.
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Lino and I both headed upstairs to change, and it was customary that I would go to change in the closet while he t
ook the bedroom. It worked for us, gave me a semblance of privacy. Even though Lino had seen my body, it seemed stupid to push those temptations when a bed was too close. I suspected that was why our only real sexual moments had happened in the kitchen. It gave me an added layer of protection, even if it was only an illusion.
Slipping my feet out of my heels, I ignored Lino asking me if I felt like ordering pizza, so he didn't have to cook. It was sweet that he wanted to go snuggle on the couch, because he'd missed me, but I focused on steadying my breaths as I turned to him. "Can you unzip me?"
He nodded wordlessly, and I turned to give him my back. He oh so carefully slid the zipper down, doing his best not to touch me. I wanted to moan my disappointment, but instead settled for a much more obvious way of getting his attention.
I slipped the cap sleeves off my shoulders, letting the black fabric slide down my body and pool at my bare feet. "Fuck, Samara. What are you doing?" I turned to face him, unbuttoning his suit jacket pointedly before I glanced up at him finally.
"I want this," I whispered. "I want to try."
"We don't have to rush, Little Dove. We have all the time in the world," he whispered, stilling my hand on his suit. I both loved and hated his patience, because while I felt like I was slowly coming apart at the seams with the need for him to take me, he was so composed.
If I couldn't feel his arousal tenting in his slacks as he hardened, I might have thought he didn't want me. But I was done assuming that, done feeling less or unattractive. Lino wanted me. Lino had touched me, and he jerked off to thoughts of me.
I wanted to find out if sex with him would make me feel as amazing as I pictured it in my mind. If he could make me come harder than I came to thoughts of him.
"Are you going to turn me down?" I asked, staring up at him from beneath my lashes and channeling all my faux bravado. "If I drop to my knees and take you down my throat, are you going to say no to me?"
"Fuck," he grunted, letting go of my hand. I continued unbuttoning the last two buttons, slipping my hands over his chest and underneath the jacket until I could shove it off his shoulders and peel it down his arms slowly. "You don't know what you're doing, vita mia. I don't want to scare you."
I grabbed his face in my hands, making him look at me while I whispered. "You could never scare me, not really. I might have trouble with some things, I don't know. But what I do know, is that it isn't you who scares me. It's not you who hurt me, who broke me. You're the one who is going to help me put the pieces back together. You're going to help fix me, Lino, but you can't do that if you don't fucking touch me." I pushed him, and something in his dark eyes shifted. His lips crashed against mine, all the urgency I needed to feel consuming him in that kiss. My hands went to the buttons of his shirt as he yanked at his tie, and I became painfully aware of my near nudity when his belt buckle brushed against my belly.
His tie flew across the room, his shirt landing behind him in a thump.
His belt buckle was cold in my fingers as I flicked it open, his hand replacing mine to unfasten his pants and let them fall down his thighs. He somehow even managed to look graceful when he bent and slipped off his shoes, leaving him in only his boxer briefs that clung to every corded muscle in his hips and thighs.
I wanted to run my tongue over every inch of him, explore and learn every dip and valley of his abs and the deep contours that lined up with his hip and the Adonis belt that led into his boxers like a sign that said "lick here."
I just flat out wanted him.
His mouth took mine again, his hand tangling in my hair so that he could tilt my head to the best angle and plunder me with deep strokes of his tongue that made me melt.
Made me feel loved.
I wanted it. Wanted that. So when he walked me back toward the bed, I didn't hesitate to climb up and lay out on my back for him to watch. His dark eyes narrowed, and he dragged his gaze away from my face in favor of letting it linger on the black lace bra I'd worn beneath my dress. Arching my back, I released the snap and shucked it off to throw it at him. "Are you going to stare at me all day, or are you going to come here?" I challenged him again.
He didn't need more goading. He moved, climbing into the bed slowly like a predator until he settled his weight on top of me. His bare chest touched mine, every inch of glorious skin rubbing against me as his lips found mine, and he made me feel everything.
Like I was everything to him, just like he was to me.
My world narrowed down to the feel of him on top of me, the feel of his mouth against mine. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed.
"Lino," I gasped when he pulled away, kissing his way down my neck and adding in a mix of teeth and tongue that made me writhe beneath him. "Please."
"Please what, Little Dove?"
"I want you to touch me," I whispered, and he chuckled against my skin.