Page 76 of My Unexpected Surprise
I should change the subject. I should stand up, say goodnight, retreat to the bedroom and put a door between us before whatever this is finishes building toward whatever it’s been building toward since the hallway last night. I know exactly what I’m risking by staying here, my fingers still resting against his arm, his eyes still searching my face like an answer is written somewhere on it. I think of Venice, of a mask and a balcony and a man whose voice I have never once managed to fully forget, no matter how many years I spent trying. I think of how easily the two versions of him could collapse into one if I just said the words sitting heavy on my tongue right now.
I don’t move. I don’t say them.
“Livia.” My name, in his mouth, sounds like a decision being made.
“I know,” I say.
“This is—”
“A terrible idea. I know that too.”
He laughs, low and surprised, like the sound escaped before he could stop it. “I was going to say inevitable.”
“That’s worse.”
“Probably.”
And then there’s no more space between us and his hand comes up to my jaw the way it did last night, except this time there’s no nightmare down the hall to interrupt it, no audience, no exit route either of us is looking for. I close the distance myself, because waiting for him to do it feels like a cowardice, I’m no longer willing to indulge.
The kiss is slower than the hallway. Deliberate, almost reverent, like he’s decided that if this is going to happen, he’s not going to let urgency rob him of any of it. His hand slides from my jaw into my hair, and mine finds the front of his shirt, the same place it found last night, except this time neither of us stops.
He says my name again, against my mouth, and I feel it more than hear it.
His fingers slide to my thighs slowly moving up upwards, pressing between my curves until they find the wetness that is dripping from my folds and making a mess of my panties. His rumbling chuckle feels like a warm, summer breeze, suffusing me in a heat that burns from the inside out.
My thighs fall open of their own accord, giving him unfettered access to the place that aches for his touch, even as a protesting whine works its way up my throat.
“Not here” I pant, it takes all my strength to pull away from his touch.
I let a teasing smile appear on my face as I pull off my shirt leaving me in just my simple black panties then turn around to walk towards the bedroom.
I take a total of three steps before I'm lifted up in Valentino's strong arms and carry the rest of the way to the bedroom.
He lays me on the bed gently, his mouth finding mine once more as he caresses every inch of me, he can touch, eventually he pulls away for oxygen, panting as he kisses his way down my body.
"I want to taste you. Is that alright?" he asks as he smiles at me.
I nod. "Of course it is."
"Lean back just a bit," he says to me, prompting me to lift my hips. I do as he wordlessly asks and he removes my panties.
"These are so pretty," he tells me, pocketing them as he leans down. Spreading my legs with his hands, he leans down so he can inhale my scent.
"You smell so fucking good," he tells me.
I feel the blush that covers my cheeks, but don't say anything.
"Don't hold your noises from me, you got that?" he asks sternly as he rubs his thumb over my clit.
I nod shyly.
Holding my thighs apart, he leans down to lick me. He starts at my clit, giving it kitten licks, before he leans in and starts dipping his tongue into me. He moans as his tongue covers every inch of my pussy.
I keep my promise and let the sounds fall from my lips. Reaching down, I grab at his dark hair and start grinding my pussy onto his mouth.
"It feels so good," I moan out. "Your tongue is fucking magical."
He chuckles against my skin.
