CHAPTERFOURTEEN
Dario
We make love all afternoon.Therein lies the difference between what’s happening between us. Vivia had sex before. I’ve had sex before. The two of us coming together after everything we’ve been through is more than the meeting of two bodies and carnal pleasure. So, so much more.
We take our time making slow, sweet, lazy love. I bury my face between her thighs because I relish the way she comes against my tongue. I finger her to completion, and she makes me nearly lose my mind when she falls to her knees in front of me and takes my hard length in her own mouth. We lavish each other with affection, explore each other’s bodies like two honeymooners with nothing better to do with their time.
If I bring her back to The Castle pregnant, she’ll have a chance of surviving this.
We both will.
Maybe.
When the sun reaches its peak around midday, we lay in bed, weary from our sex fest and momentarily tired out. She lays on my chest, naked, her hair askew, her breathing so soft I wonder if she’s asleep, when her stomach growls.
“Dammit, we forgot to eat,” I mutter.
“Mhm. We had better things to do. And correction, sir. You didn’t forget to eat.”
I’ve eaten her out three times since the beach. I grin against the top of her head and tug her hair.
“Naughty little girl.”
“Ah ah, don’t start lecturing me because you know when you go all dominant on me it turns me on.”
“Everything turns you on.” I fucking love that about her.
She shrugs lazily and doesn’t deny it. “Didn’t know what I was missing.”
I give her ass a good squeeze.
“Well, we’ll need sustenance if we’re going to continue this.”
“True,” she says with a nod. “So much for fish.”
"I don't really like fish anyway," I tell her.
She grins at me. "I think I saw some noodles in there?"
"Noodles are fast. I like noodles.”
Fifteen minutes later we're back in bed, our bellies full of pasta and ready for a nap.
She spreads her hand over my chest, playing with the sparse, curly hairs, and cautiously drags her fingernail over my nipple. I hiss out a breath.
“Do you like that?”
“Yeah, baby,” I say on a laugh. “I like every fucking time you touch me.”
With a teasing smile she pinches my nipple, which earns her a good, hard spank. “Hey!”
“Watch it.”
“You said you liked it every time I touch you.”
“I do.”
“Then why’d you spank me just now?”