“Doesn’t surprise me. We tend to remember the people we fuck up. He isn’t anywhere near our list.”
I supposed that was a good thing at least.
“I’ll talk to Dom. See what he knows. He might have some insight.”
“Thank you.”
“Of course,” he said, kissing the top of my head.
We lay like that for a long time, me listening to the soft thud of his heart.
“B?”
“Yeah?”
“If you could have us all, would you want us?” His voice came out thick and low.
I bit my bottom lip, knowing exactly what I wanted. “Yes.”
He reached out and shifted me, tilting my chin up. His lips brushed against mine again, sending a flurry of emotions surging within me.
I let him lead. When he deepened the kiss, I cradled his face, the stubble on his cheek rough against my palm.
Vincent kissed me like he didn’t want to hurt me. He was gentle, sweet, his tongue sliding against mine as his hand moved beneath my t-shirt to hold me to him.
“I won’t hurt you,” he murmured against my lips. “Believe me.”
I nodded, desperate to believe him. “Yes.”
“Just don’t hurt me, baby B. Promise me.”
“Promise,” I said, eager for more of his soft kisses.
When his hand slid beneath my sweats, I shifted onto my back to allow him easier access. He took it and pushed my pants down, taking my panties with them. I wasn’t sure where we’d end up, but I didn’t hate any of the possible destinations.
His fingers slid along my slick slit, making me tremble at his warm, tender touch.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he asked as he teased me without burrowing through my wet folds with his fingers.
“Please,” I managed to rasp.
“Spread your legs wider for me,” he said softly. “So I can bury my face in your pussy and taste all that sweet honey you have for me.”
He nudged my legs open as my breathing picked up. Within moments, he was between my legs, peering up at me.
“Hold onto something,” he said, giving me that sexy smirk I knew so well. “And don’t let go.”
I gasped as he swept his tongue up my aching center and burrowed through my folds, finding my sensitive bundle of nerves. He lavished attention on my clit, making me moan, each lash of his tongue making my body quake with my impending release.
Vincent wasn’t kidding. I twisted my fingers in his sheets as he licked and sucked, his fingers pushing into my pussy and hooking inside me. First one finger, then another as his tongue continued its mission on pushing my buttons.
I moaned, shoving my pussy to his face and bucking shamelessly. He grunted his approval, his free hand moving to grip on my hip, pulling my center as close to his face as possible.
“Vinny,” I said breathlessly, a flurry of heat sweeping through my body before it completely engulfed me. The orgasm raked through me.
He cleaned me with his tongue, swallowing all I had to give him, his fingers still buried inside me as he kissed my clit gently.
Vincent Valentino knew how to use that mouth of his.