Page 39 of Prideful Union
Then I leave my room, my heart pounding as I walk over to Santino’s door. I don’t bother knocking. If he wants me in here, he’ll ask me to stay, or he’ll tell me to leave.
He’s asleep and looking handsome like usual. Of course, he’s shirtless. He just couldn’t not be, I guess.
I take a moment to look at him before approaching the bed.
He opens his eyes, not looking a bit surprised, like he was expecting me. “Are you making your move, Lucia?”
“I am.”
“Then come here.” He motions for me to lean down, so I do. The moment I get closer to him, Santino grabs me around the waist and lays me down on the bed. I gasp. “Don’t look so innocent. You knew what you were coming in here for.” He kisses me deeply. My body responds instantly as I kiss him back. There’s a roughness to it that lights my body on fire.
Santino presses his body against mine. We’re closer than we’ve ever been before.
I’m so caught up in the moment, I don’t even realize Santino has kissed down my neck and toward my chest until he cups my breast. I moan softly, my arousal hitting my pussy like nothing ever has.
“I’ve been waiting to do this,” he growls, kissing down my body.
“I guess there was a part of me that thought we’d just kiss for a while.”
“Is that all you want to do? Kiss?” He shoves the end of my nightgown up. I’m not wearing any panties. It’s obvious Santinonotices by the way his gaze darken. “I doubt kissing is all you want to do.”
He shoves my legs open wide. I don’t even stop him. I’m too turned on to stop him.
“You came into my room,” he says, bringing his finger and sliding it over my folds. I hiss from the pleasure and clench my legs around his hand. He opens my legs back up. The sight of his strong hands on my thighs only makes me wetter. “In the middle of the night. You’ve been trying to get my attention for days now. Don’t pretend to be so innocent.”
“I am a virgin,” I remind him.
“I know. And I can’t wait to rid you of your virginity. But right now, I need to taste you. Because that’s what you came in here for? Right?”
I want to tell him no. That I want nothing to do with him. But that would be an utter, false lie. I knew coming in here we’d do more than kiss.
And I’m ready for it.
“Yes,” I tell him.
He smirks. “Good.” Then he brings his face between my legs. The moment his tongue touches my folds, I moan. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I’ve touched myself, but my touch is nothing compared to Santino’s mouth. His tongue is like heaven come to earth.
As he licks around my clit, I become hotter by the minute. My wetness is seeping out of me.
I gasp when he presses down on my bundle of nerves, shooting pleasure throughout me. Santino chuckles against my skin, which makes me want to slap him, then kiss him. It’s so confusing.
He continues to lick and kiss all over my pussy. I start writhing, unable to control myself. At this moment, I don’t careif Santino judges me. He’s the one going down on me. He better not judge me for how I act.
Santino pleasures my clit until I’m breathless and close.
Then, like a light flip, my release hits me. I moan as I come, my legs trembling, my breath hitching.
It’s the best feeling in the world.
Santino leans back, giving me a smug grin. “I told you that you didn’t want to just kiss.”
Now that my orgasm is done, I can think more clearly. “What now?”
“I’m hard. Touch me.”
“What if I’m not ready to?”
“Why are you not ready?”
