Page 39 of Blood Money
Enraptured, I watched her flit from one thing to another. Her fingers trailed over almost everything she checked out, as if she needed to tactilely absorb every detail.
“When is your birthday?” she asked as she stared at a pic of me at my eighth birthday party.
“February 27. What about you?”
“July 20.”
“Mmm, a Leo, huh?”
She gave me a devilish smirk. “Yes, and you’re a Pisces.”
“True.”
“Oh my God, is this you?” she squealed as she held up a picture in a black frame.
I stepped up behind her and reached around to take the frame from her hands. For a moment, I lost myself in the image as I stared at the picture of Mom holding my fat little toddler ass. Gabriel stood next to her and must’ve been about four or five. Dad had his arm around Mom, and his hand rested on her obviously pregnant belly.
“Yeah. Mom was pregnant with Alessio.” I pointed at my older brother. “Look at Gabriel’s little shit-eating grin. I’m pretty sure he’d been up to something before this was taken.”
“You were so cute!”
“I’m not now?” I teased, nuzzling her neck. But I was being good and kept my hands safely on the frame.
She plucked the photo from me and set it back on the dresser, then spun in my hold. She threw her arms over my shoulders, and I gently hooked my hands over her biceps. The song changed, and she grinned.
“I love this song,” she said as she lifted her hands over her head and started dancing to the music. My hands slid down her arms when she did, and I caressed her sides all the way down to her hips. I loved seeing her so carefree, and I really loved the way her body was undulating against mine.
The song ended, and a slower one began. Slightly breathless, she pressed her hands on my chest and gazed up at me with a soft smile. We swayed together, and neither of us spoke.
She surprised me when she stretched up on her tiptoes to press her lips to mine. Then more so when she licked the seam of my lips, which I instinctively opened for her. Letting her lead the way, I returned the tentative strokes she made against my tongue.
When she put more pressure against my chest, indicating she wanted me to move backward, I did as she wanted.
The backs of my legs hit my bed, and I fell to my ass on the mattress. Through it all, we didn’t lose our connection. My breath caught when she climbed in my lap, settling her knees on either side of me. My dick was all in, and I had one helluva boner.
“Vittorio,” she gasped as she rolled her hips and her clit made contact with it.
“Fuuuuck,” I whispered as I broke free and rested my forehead to hers.
“Did I hurt you?” she softly cried.
“God, no,” I moaned. “But I’m not doing anything you don’t want to.”
Searching my gaze, she wet her lips, and I watched each minuscule movement. She made that move again, and my cock surged at the contact, pulling a sexy little sigh from her kiss-swollen lips. Her eyes heavy-lidded, she did it again, and I grabbed her ass as I thrust against her and slammed my lips to hers. That elicited a needy whimper that had my dick leaking in my underwear.
“Jesus, Kendall,” I burst out in surprise, my mouth still against hers.
“Do you want me to stop?” she panted between kisses.
“Fuck no. Take what you need,” I replied, digging my fingers into her hips and grinding into her.
One hand went to the back of my neck, and the other twisted in the strands of hair at the top of my head. As she tugged me closer and found a better angle, she rode my cock, rubbing her pussy on me with increasing desperation.
Her breathing grew ragged, her movements frenzied. My goddamn balls were pulled up tight and aching for release.
“Are you gonna come?” I whispered into her mouth.
“Yesss,” she hissed as I slid a hand up the back of her shirt.