Page 20 of Good Girl
CHAPTER FIVE
Sandro
IDON’TSLEEPwell alone in my bed.
The memory of Juno losing herself plays over and over in my mind and, no matter how many times I jerk off, it’s not enough. I can’t sate this insistent urge for something more.
Her mixture of sweetness and smarts seems to have me by the balls. Not to mention that gorgeous, curvy body of hers.
Despite my firmness about not wanting to take her virginity, I have to admit, there’s something really fucking appealing about the idea of taking her on a sexual journey. She’s so pure and uncorrupted, it’s driving me crazy knowing there’ll be no climax to this scenario. At least, not for me.
I roll out of bed the next morning feeling agitated and full of a nervous energy I have trouble keeping under wraps some days. It’s always been like that for me, as if my body produces too much adrenaline sometimes. It used to get me into trouble a lot when I was younger because it makes it impossible for me to sit still and concentrate. My teachers at school hated me for it. Now, though, when I feel like that, I relieve it by working on my latest sculpture till my whole body aches and I’m too tired to keep my eyes open. But I can’t do that while Juno’s here.
I’m going to have to think of a good alternative.
It looks as though she’ll be getting more than her fair share of attention from me today. Not that I’m complaining, and I suspect she won’t be either, judging by the way she responded to me last night.
The memory of it gives me another raging boner and I decide it’s time I went to find her.
The door to her bedroom is closed so I tap lightly on it, wondering whether she’s still asleep. It’s only seven a.m. so there’s a good chance she is. I’ve always been an early riser, even after a late night out partying.
‘Juno? Are you awake?’
‘Yes,’ she calls back in a throaty morning voice, ‘but I’m not dressed. I’ve just got out of the shower, so I’m only wearing a towel.’
My mind jumps immediately to those incredible breasts of hers. I imagine them glistening with water and how I’d like to lick every drop from her skin... ‘Great, let me see,’ I say, trying to keep my tone playful and light when all I want to do is barge in there, rip that towel from her body and do filthy things to her.
There’s a short pause, and I worry for a moment that she’s gone right back to being shy with me again and is going to refuse me entry.
‘Okay, you can come in.’
Relief ripples through me and in that moment before I turn the handle I have a vision of her lying naked on the bed with her legs spread for me and a suggestive smile on that wonderfully expressive face of hers. But, as I push open the door, I know in my heart that that’s unlikely to be the case. She’s going to need a lot more encouragement to let go of her insecurity and start having more confidence in how fucking sexy she is.
As I suspected, she’s actually standing in the middle of the room, looking a little awkward, with her towel wrapped tightly around her and her arms folded across her chest.
‘Buongiorno, cara,’I say, keeping my eyes firmly on hers so she doesn’t think I’m ogling her in her undressed state.
Sunlight is streaming in through the partly open shutters, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. I glance at the rumpled bed, imagining her in it, tossing and turning—just as I did last night, unable to sleep—touching herself to try and relieve the same ache with which I’d had to contend.
‘Morning,’ she replies. Her cheeks are pink but the expression in her eyes is bright and friendly. ‘Did you sleep well?’
‘Terribly,’ I admit, strolling over to where she’s standing and leaning down to kiss her on both cheeks, taking the opportunity to breathe in her fresh, clean scent.
‘Sorry to hear that. I slept like the dead,’ she says, her voice coming out a little breathy.
My cock gives a throb of interest, but I ignore the urge to pull her towards me and kiss her hard. I don’t want to spook her. I need to take this slow.
‘I like you all wet,’ I murmur with a grin.
Her eyes widen and her cheeks deepen in colour as her gaze flickers away for a second before returning to mine. She lets her arms drop down to her sides as if forcing herself to relax.
I smile, loving the warring reactions I’m drawing from her.
‘I just need to dry off, then I’ll be right with you,’ she says.
‘Let me help you with that,’ I suggest, reaching out to loosen the towel from where it’s wrapped across the top of her breasts, grasping both ends when it comes apart and holding it up so it’s still covering her body. I’m fully expecting her to stop me, so I’m delighted when she doesn’t. Instead she looks at me with a wide, trusting gaze, her eyelids only flickering closed for a second as she stands there meekly, waiting for me to do what I will with her.
Blood pounds through my veins as the powerful sense of absolute control rushes through me.
