When she opens her eyes again, she glances over my shoulder, her lips curving into a smirk. I’m still fingering her when I look back to find Gwen and Marianna standing behind us, slack mouthed.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I bark. “I told you to get out.”
Gwen shoots Natalia a scathing look, and then they turn to go. I don’t see the rest, because Natalia grabs my face and kisses me. She kisses me until we’re both breathless and our lips are raw, and still, it isn’t enough.
I don’t know what the fuck she’s doing to me, but I know it’s going to be a problem.
18
Alessio
I collapse next to Natalia, every muscle in my body straining as I try to catch my breath. We’ve been going at it for hours. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve made her come, and I think it’s safe to say that she’s officially fucked me dry.
After Gwen and Marianna left, Manuel returned with Nino and put him to bed at my request. I carried Natalia up to her room, getting her naked as soon as we crossed the threshold. I’ve spent more time between her legs today than I’ve ever spent with anyone in my life.
I lift my gaze to hers, and I just can’t stop fucking staring at her. Her cheeks are flushed, and her hair’s a mess from my fingers. The evidence of my possession is all over her body, and I like it too much.
She reaches down, stroking my hair back with a gentleness I’ve never known. Her eyes seem to reflect the war waging in my head. I’m sure she’s wondering if I’m going to leave now. It’s what I always do. When I rest my head against her chest and massage her breast with my palm, I'm wondering that myself. She continues to stroke my hair, and it feels … nice. My eyes are so heavy I just want to rest them for a second. I just want to lay right here and feel her for a little longer.
The sound of a creaking door jolts me awake, and Natalia’s panicked gaze meets mine as she looks down at me, trying to convey her silent thoughts.
“What is it?” I ask, voice rough from sleep.
The morning sunlight pouring through the window is a good indication I’ve been here all night. As is the comforter currently covering my body. I sit up, following Natalia’s gaze to Nino, who’s currently standing at the end of her bed with a curious expression on his face.
“Alessio, why are you in Natalia’s bed?” he asks.
I look at her for an answer, and she tries to hide her nerves as she leans up, signing something with her hands.
Nino nods as if to say he understands and then looks at me. “It’s okay. I have nightmares sometimes too.”
Natalia stifles a laugh when she sees the confusion on my face.
“When are we going on the boat?” Nino looks toward the window, the water beckoning him.
“Right, the boat.” I glance at my watch, surprised to see we’ve all slept in. “Today’s Sunday.”
Natalia takes over the conversation, signing to him again. Nino signs back and hurries off, shutting the door behind him as he goes.
“What did you tell him?” I ask.
She grabs her phone from the nightstand and uses it to respond.
I told him to get ready and said he could watch cartoons until I get him for breakfast.
“And the part about me having nightmares?”
She flashes me a smile, and it catches me completely off guard. I’ve seen her smile at Nino, but I’ve never seen her smile at me. Not like this. It’s unguarded and beautiful.
Without overthinking it, I lean in and kiss her, rolling her onto her back as I rock my painfully hard cock against her pelvis. Before I can get back inside of her, she makes a gesture to the bathroom, which I take to mean as the shower.
Showering together seems … intimate. I can tell she’s worried Nino could come back, and we do need to be careful, so I take her to the shower. Then I fuck her up against the wall, making her come twice before I blow my load over her back. When I’m finished, she washes me, and I close my eyes, trying not to overthink this. It feels good. It feels like something I could do every day, until that voice in my head reminds me I can’t have her. Not really. Having her means I would inevitably fuck it up somehow. I would destroy her. It’s in my DNA.
When I open my eyes again, she’s watching me with a guarded expression. She can sense the change in me. She always does. She reaches up, smoothing the concern from my face. Somehow, I earn another smile from her, and she shakes her head when she sees my cock getting hard again. She taps my wrist to indicate the time, and I grunt.