When he sucks one of my toes into his mouth playfully, smirking at me while his tongue toys with my toe, I relax into that knowledge. The same way I relaxed against Antonio earlier, when he held me after I finally opened up to him, finally bared my soul and told him everything.
It’s okay to fall for him. It’s okay to let myself feel something again. To be happy again. He’s right. It’s what my brother would have wanted for me. Daniel wouldn’t want me to live my whole life locked inside my apartment, barely able to function, barely able to step inside a moving vehicle.
He’d want me to be my old self, as much as possible. He’d want me to fall back in love with driving. To have a fancy car like the many that Antonio has parked in his garage. To learn to tune it up myself and care for it, the way Antonio has offered to teach me how to do.
Daniel would want me to live life to the fullest. And that includes letting myself find love. Letting myself be open to falling, and no longer afraid of what might happen if I let somebody into my life, to share it with me.
Antonio traces his tongue up the backs of my calves now, then turns my leg so he can lick behind my knees, making me laugh and shiver a little at the same time. When he reaches my calves, he bites down gently, like I’m an apple he’s savoring.
“God, you’re so fucking soft,” he whispers, and his breath tickles just as much as his tongue does, tracing higher and higher, closer to the burning heat at my core.
By the time he makes it all the way back up to the arch where my thighs meet my hip bones, I can tell that I’m soaking wet, even before he trails that sexy fucking tongue of his along the outline of my panties. Then he catches the fabric of those panties in his teeth, and tugs them down, using only his mouth, and my belly clenches, my pussy feeling tight with want, because fuck.
He drops my panties beside us, and smirks up at me once more. “Someone’s eager.”
“Fucking dying here,” I blurt, before I can catch myself. But it just makes him laugh softly and lean back down to press his face against my stomach, kissing my belly, his 5 o’clock stubble raspy against my soft skin.
“Good. You scream louder whenever I tease you before making you come.” He winks at me.
My whole body blushes this time, I swear. “How do you know me this well already?” I grumble, but he takes it as a compliment clearly, because he chuckles, delighted.
Right before he leans down to run his tongue along my shaven mound. “What can I say? I love paying attention to you, Selena.” He shifts lower, pushes my legs apart so he can lie between them. His beard scratches at my upper thighs now, as his lips inch closer and closer to my throbbing, aching clit. “I love studying your every breath, your every reaction.”
To emphasize his point, he runs his tongue right over my clit, unexpectedly after all this slow teasing. I gasp and arch up off the couch, my hands dropping to wind through his hair.
He chuckles softly, and his breath feels white hot against my wet pussy. “You’re an even more fascinating puzzle than the cars I work on, and you know that’s saying something for me.”
I laugh faintly, mostly because my breath is still coming fast and hard, and it’s difficult for me to concentrate, let alone form coherent words. “Coming from you, that’s practically a proposal,” I joke, and then I freeze, because of what I just said. Most guys would sprint out the door at that word.
But Antonio just smirks at me, taking it in stride. “Oh, you’ll know when I propose to you,” he says, and the way he rolls with it, the way he just so confidently agrees that will happen one day, warms me from the inside out, far more than any orgasm ever has or could.
Then I’m distracted all over again, because he leans down to press his tongue between the folds of my pussy, licking and sucking along the length of my slit, like he can’t get enough of my taste.
“You like that?” he murmurs, before he presses his tongue right up against my entrance.
I can’t even answer, because a long, low moan escapes my throat, at the same moment that my hands tighten into fists in his hair, desperate.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he says softly, chuckling, before he presses his whole mouth against the lips of my pussy, his tongue spreading them wide as he laps along my slit again and again.
One of my hands falls away from his head, and I grip the upholstery of couch beneath me instead, my hand balled in a tight fist, as my other hand pulls Antonio’s face against my pussy, my hips arching up to grind against his mouth.