“Well, I’m not trying to kill you,” I tell him.
“You sure about that?” Emilio’s eyes roam over my body, leaving a trail of goose bumps on my skin. It’s as if his gaze alone touches me.
“I’m sure. You said you wanted me to tell you how much I wanted you when I was sober. I’m not drunk anymore, Emilio. And I still really, really want you,” I admit as I climb onto the bed.
“You remember that?”
“I always remember what I do when I’m drunk.”
“And you don’t regret anything?”
“Not a single thing,” I lie. There is something. I didn’t tell him that I loved him back. He saidte amoand I pretended I didn’t hear it. I’m not ready to utter those words, so I’ll keep that to myself.
I settle on top of him, my lips land on his, and I let myself get lost in his kiss. Emilio’s hands slide up the back of my shirt, or his shirt, palming my ass under the fabric. I press down onto his cock and moan into his mouth as pleasure ignites through me.
“You know we don’t have to do this. You can just lie down and we can go back to sleep,” Emilio says.
I sit up with my hands on his chest. “You don’t want to?”
“I fucking want to. I just don’t want you to think that’s all I want from you,” he says.
I smile. He really is the sweetest, most-thoughtful man sometimes.
“I want to, and I know you don’t just want me for my body. You also want me for my pleasant demeanor, obviously.” My hand slide up his bare chest. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to have my way with you,” I say as I unashamedly feel him up.
“Well, I’m all yours, babe. Have your way with me. But you need to know something.”
“What? Oh god, don’t tell me you have some horrible, incurable STD or something.” I frown at him.
“No. What the fuck, Frankie? Why would you think that?”
“It’s a plausible conclusion, Emilio.”
“If we do this, I’m not going backwards. You will be mine,” he says.
“Make me yours, then,” I tell him, and the next thing I know, I’m flipped over onto my back.
“I’m going to make you so fucking mine, Frankie,” he says. His fingers hook into my panties and he slides them down my thighs, lifting both legs into the air to get them off me.
I sit up and pull his shirt over my head.
Emilio stares down at me. “Fuck,” he hisses, and then his hands spread my thighs wide open.
I can feel how wet I am. I would normally be embarrassed about being this exposed, but right now, I feel good. Really good. All I want is for Emilio to touch me.
“I won’t ever give you up. You’re going to hate how possessive and protective I’m going to become of you, but I’m not going anywhere, Frankie.”
“Emilio?”
“Yeah?”
“Touch me already.” I lift my hips into the air. I need to be touched.
“So fucking hot. I just want to stare at this pussy forever.”
“You know what would look hotter? Your cock inside this pussy.” I moan at the thought of what that would look like.
“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” Emilio frees his cock from his boxers. His hand glides up and down the length. “This what you want?”