Page 89 of Replay
Santino spreads the grey blanket out in the shade and sits with his back propped against the tree. When he opens his arms, I lower myself between his legs, my back laying against his front, his arms tight around me as his chin rests on my shoulder. The view of the old estate and the small lake nearby is gorgeous. We’re content as we listen to the sound of farm animals in the distance and wind blowing through the willow branches.
Santino kisses my neck, his whiskers tickling my sensitive flesh as he pulls my flannel shirt off one shoulder. “You always smell so good,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to my collarbone and biting at me like I’m a treat. “I want to just bottle you up and take you with me wherever I go.”
I shift between his legs, my body reacting instantly to his touch. “What do you think you’re doing?”
He pulls down the thin strap of my dress, causing goosebumps to ripple down my arm. “What do you think?”
“You want to do this here? Outside?” My body clenches at the thrill of that thought.
“I want to do it always.” He drags his tongue up to the shell of my ear and whispers, “I want to taste every part of you right bloody now.”
My body heaves at those naughty words, but I turn to look into his eyes before I give in to my urges. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk instead?” I reach up and caress the back of his head, my fingers scraping gently along his scalp as I gaze into his eyes.
“I’m quite sure, yes.” He stares hungrily at my mouth, his eyes pools of liquid heat before he gently cups my neck and fuses our lips together. He steals my breath as he plunges his tongue into my mouth in a deep, drugging kiss.
I get swept away for a moment as my body arches into his touch, aching for more. I always want more with this man. Never less. Finally, I break our kiss to say, “I’m still cross at you for not telling me it was your birthday. I would have got you a present.”
“You’re the only present I want, Trouble.” His eyes are hooded and full of desire. “Let me make love to you.”
It’s a real, honest request, and at that moment, I feel like whatever doubt his mother may have had couldn’t possibly be factual. This man is mine…body and soul. I know we haven’t been together that terribly long, but our hearts have been connected for much, much longer.
This is real.
I nod, and in one quick move, he turns me around to straddle his lap. My arms wrap around his neck as our mouths connect again, tongues wet and wild against each other. His hands skate up under my long skirt, and his fingers wrap around my arse and tease the satin of my thong, sliding all the way down until he reaches my damp centre. I’m pretty much wet around him all the time, so it’s no big surprise. He massages my clit over the thin fabric gently before moving to my backside again and applying expert pressure.
The act feels naughty and thrilling, not just because we’re outside but because he’s touching me in places he’s never touched me before. I whimper against his lips as desire pools in my belly. My God, Santino is the only man who has ever known exactly how to make me come alive like this.
I ditch my flannel as he pulls down the straps of my dress so I can slip my arms out. My cream lace bra is now on full display for him and the animalistic noise he makes when he lowers the fabric to expose my hardened nipples nearly has me orgasming on the spot.
He cups my breasts firmly, massaging them in his large hands before dipping his head to suck one nipple into his mouth. I cry out when his teeth grip onto the tightened nub, and he growls his appreciation and moves over to the other. He sucks and laves so greedily that I feel myself shamelessly grinding against his lap. His erection is stone-hard through his denim, and the friction against the thin fabric of my knickers has me panting for more.
So much more.
To think I went without sex for five years seems inconceivable now. The past few weeks, I haven’t gone a day without the touch of this man. The intimacy we’ve shared together has been something I didn’t even know existed between two people. He’s mine and I am his.
He slips his fingers through the side of my knickers and hums a deep noise. “Always so fucking wet for me, aren’t you, Trouble?”
“Yes,” I moan, riding his fingers without any shame. “Always for you.”
“Let’s get these off.” Santino’s voice is gruff against my neck as he tugs impatiently at my knickers. “I need to be inside you right fucking now.”
I rise on wobbly legs, and he helps me slide them off over my boots and toss them to the side. I sit back down on his legs as we both frantically undo the buttons on his shirt. I need to feel his body against mine. Flesh against flesh.
Next are his jeans. I get them undone and reach inside his boxers to grab his hot, thick erection. I pump it and watch in fascination as his head falls back against the tree, his abs contracted, his large pecs rising and falling as the veins in his neck throb with need like the cock between my fingers. I rub my thumb over the dab of pre-come pooling at his tip, and he gasps a noise of undulating need.
Suddenly, his eyes snap to mine, and he grabs my arms and yanks me against his hard body. His lips cover mine as he positions his tip. In one quick motion, he pulls me down on top of him, pushing his cock up into my body.
Deep…so deep.
“Fuck,” he groans, breaking our kiss to press his forehead against my bare chest. “I forgot a condom.”
“It’s fine,” I gasp, my breath hot as I swivel over him, relishing the feel of his bare shaft inside me. I grab his face and force him to look at me. “I’m on the pill.”
“Fuck, Tilly.” His voice is husky as his hands grab my hips, rocking me slowly over top of him. His eyes are dark and tormented. “We should wait.”
“Why?” I pant, pushing myself up to slide back down over him. “I love you like this.”
“Fuck, you feel so good.” His head falls back on the tree as he watches me ride him, his face full of desire and longing and even a bit awestruck. He drags his fingers from my cheek to my breast and says, “Sei il mio tutto amore mio.”You are my everything, my love.
