Page 56 of Trust Me

“Me, my pussy. It’s all yours to do with whatever you please. You’ve proven it.”

“Damn right, it is,” he growls, diving back into my pussy, sucking hard on my clit while his fingers pound into me in a brutal rhythm.

It sets me off, my orgasm ripping through my body violently as I scream his name over and over again. He doesn’t let up, extending the bliss as he fucks me with his tongue.

Once my body relaxes, he sits up on his knees, staring at me with adoration. Reaching for my hands, he pulls me up and into his arms.

Kissing the side of my head, he whispers, “You did so good, dolcezza. Are you okay?”

“Never better,” I tell him, kissing him on the lips, tasting myself and not minding one bit.

“I wasn’t too rough?”

“I clearly enjoyed it, wouldn’t you say?”

He smirks. “Yeah, you did.”

I look down between us at the straining erection under his sweats. “Looks like you did too.”

He picks me up, carrying me like a baby as he walks with me in his arms. “Another night. I already went too far with you.”

“What do you mean?” I stroke his chest, his muscles twitching under my touch.

He walks into his room, where he sets me on his bed and then goes into the bathroom. He returns with a warm cloth, reminding me of how he did this a few weeks ago when I was sick, and now it’s for a much different reason. He cleans me up gently, then tosses it in the hamper.

“I meant that I only planned to kiss you tonight. I don’t want you to feel pressured. I know you wanted it, and that’s why I gave in. But we need to stop here. I want to take my time with you. Show you that you can trust me to be the man you need, who understands your limits and respects them. If we do anything else, I think it’ll overwhelm you tonight, right?”

I hate that he’s right. “You’re right. I need time to process it all before we…you know.” I make a motion with my fists, bumping them together.

His laugh is deep, a rumble from his belly. “Yeah, that. There’s no rush, dolcezza.” Elio kisses my forehead, my heart pitter-pattering in my chest. “Stay with me tonight?” he asks, running his hand down my arm.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” I smile shyly. “I need my clothes too.”

He backs away from me, goes into his walk-in closet, and returns with one of his old hockey T-shirts. “Wear this.”

I take it from him. “Okay, but I need my skincare stuff from my bathroom.”

“I’ll get it. Tell me what I’m looking for.”

“That’s silly. I can go grab it.”

He glares at me. “Jasmine, tell me. Let me take care of you.”

I glare back. “I have two feet and a heartbeat. I can get it.” I stand and head toward the door.

His corded forearms wrap around my waist, bringing me against his chest. “So do I. You do everything for everyone else. Let me do things for you.”

“Fine,” I relent, telling him what I need before pushing out of his arms and walking into his bathroom instead to change. He knocks moments later with everything I need.

After doing my routine and brushing my teeth, I open the bathroom door and spot Elio on his bed, shirtless under the covers. I falter, feeling out of place. This is all new to me, navigating these feelings and how to be with him.

“Come here.” His voice is low and commanding as he opens the comforter for me to slide under.

I crawl into bed beside him, wondering how in the hell I ended up in bed with my father’s friend. Before I can think too much on that, he pulls me against him, my body resting halfway onto his, one leg and one arm on top of him.

I touch his bare chest tentatively, exploring the hard planes of his skin with curiosity. Elio sucks in a breath at my touch, his abs constricting. His arm wraps around my waist, keeping me close to him as he plants a kiss on my hair.

“Sleep,” he murmurs.

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