“Toys are our friends, Emilio.”
“They are, but I have a better one for you right here.” My palm grips my cock through my boxers.
“Maybe next time I invite you in, you’ll take me up on the offer.” She smirks.
I climb onto the bed and push her backwards until she’s lying flat. The silk of the robe falls to the sides of her body. Her breasts, perky and full, stare up at me, begging me to taste them. Leaning down, I cover one tight nipple with my mouth, flicking my tongue over it while sucking gently.
My fingers pinch the other nipple, while I continue to lavish the one in my mouth. Frankie’s body arches off the bed. Her hands wrap around the back of my head, holding me to her breasts. Not that I plan on going anywhere.
“You have fucking amazing tits,” I tell her, moving my mouth to her other breast, showing that one the same attention. Can’t play favorites.
Frankie wraps her legs around my waist, her hips lift, and she rubs her bare pussy over my boxer-clad cock. Her wetness seeping through the material.
“I want you now, Emilio,” she groans.
“Always so fucking demanding. So needy, Frankie. You know good things come to those who wait,” I tell her.
“Yes, and I’ve been waiting for years. I’ve waited long enough, Emilio.”
Moving my way down, I leave a trail of wet kisses over her flat stomach. “You have, but so have I, and there is so much I want to do to this body. I have so many fantasies to finally live out.”
“If one of those fantasies is you making me come, I’m onboard with that.”
My shoulders settle between her thighs, my face level with her wet, bare cunt. “So fucking pretty,” I growl out as I separate her lips with my fingers.
My tongue slides along her pussy, from the bottom to the top. Fuck, she tastes so good. Why haven’t I done this already? I’m a fucking idiot—that’s why.
“Oh shit.” Frankie’s hands push on my head.
I lick around her clit before I close my mouth over it and suck on the hard little nub. I push two fingers into her opening, and she grinds down on them as I continue to lick and suck on her clit.
“Yes. Don’t stop! Oh fuck!” Her screams are loud, louder than she has been over the weekend.
I fucking love it. But that’s not what I want to hear. I want her to scream my name, and as if she can read my thoughts, that’s exactly what she does.
“Emilio!” Frankie cries out. So fucking loud as her pussy clenches around my fingers and her entire body goes rigid beneath me.
I continue licking her through her orgasm, until I feel her body go limp. Working my way back up, I hover above her. “Get used to being my favorite meal, babe, because that was fucking amazing,” I tell her before I close my lips over hers.
Chapter Sixteen
Idrag myself out of bed. Emilio is still fast asleep, and I take the opportunity to stare at his nakedness. He’s lying on his back, one arm above his head and the other on his abs where I put it after I snuck out from his tight-ass hold on me.
The sheet just covers his cock, and that delicious V that makes my mouth water is on full display. I should get some sort of trophy for sheer willpower at being able to resist this man for as long as I did. Because, damn, he is fine with a capital F.
Maybe I should skip class and climb back into bed. Missing one class isn’t a big deal, right?
“You can take a picture if you want.” Emilio’s voice is husky. His eyes remain closed.
“How do you know I’m looking at you?” I ask him.
“Because my body comes to life whenever you look at me, Frankie.” He groans and then opens one eye. “What time is it?”
“Seven. I need to shower and get ready for school, but you can stay there,” I tell him and then practically run into the bathroom, closing the door so I don’t get tempted to jump back into bed.
Once the water is hot, I step under it and pick up my loofah. “Stop.” Emilio’s voice makes me jump.
“What are you? A fucking ninja? Jeez.” I spin around to face him, my hand on my chest. He literally came out of nowhere. How did I not hear him come in? And why is he naked?