Page 64 of Little Deer
I tremble in his grip, my senses on overload. I want to sink into him, taste him one more time and wipe all this worry from my mind. To give him what he wants.
“You mean sex?” I ask softly.
“When you’re ready, but if you’re not, then I’m fine with that too. I’m serious that I want to build this connection with you, Lucy. That means discussions, laughter, and anything else we can come up with.”
“Sex isn’t even an option right now. I’m still bleeding, and I don’t even want to know what my vagina looks like after that. And well, my boobs are kind of a milk factory at the moment.” The words blurt out of me, and I instantly want to snatch them back at the laughter that blooms in Massimo’s eyes. Embarrassment has me pulling my face away. “God, did I just say that?” I groan, covering my face with my hands.
He takes my wrists and pulls them down. “You are adorable when you get flustered,” he chuckles. “You think that saying these things is shameful, yes? They are not, Lucy. You brought life into this world. You have proven your strength. That is a beautiful thing.” He lets go of my hands and splays his hands along my ribs and around my back. A small gasp escapes my lips at the feel of his thumbs brushing along the underside of my breasts. “Just as watching you feed Soren is a beautiful thing. Around me, I don’t want you to hide.”
“Massimo…”
“I love when you say my name that way,” he mumbles. “That little catch in your voice. It makes me wonder if that’s how it will sound when I’m deep inside you, filling you until you’re not sure you can take anymore.” His eyes are molten as they stare into mine, his thumbs still brushing and shattering any rational thought. I can feel him thickening between us, and an answering heat fills my lower belly.
What am I supposed to say? I’m pretty sure the ability to produce a single thought is long gone. The only thing I can focus on is this man and how he's moving his fingers. The way he’s making desire burn in ways I haven’t felt for so damn long.
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MASSIMO
She’s so fuckingbeautiful it’s testing every last fringe of my willpower and self-control not to take her mouth again, roll her to her back, and show her exactly what I’m talking about. Fuck, the utter desire in her eyes is almost too much. She’s staring at me with such trust, such need, it’s prickling at every instinct I have.
I might be playing a dangerous game, but I don’t care. I want this woman with everything in me. Even if it means waiting and jacking off in the shower until she’s ready. I don’t give a fuck. I just want her.
“Massimo,” she whispers again, a slight tremble in her voice. “I-I-I don’t know what to say to you.”
“You don’t have to say anything. I only want you to think about it. Think about you and me, about what we can be, what you want. We can work everything else out, but the only thing that matters is you and me.”
I think she’s going to start to argue again, doubt flashing across her face, but she surprises me by nodding slowly. I know I shouldn’t get too excited about it yet, but the triumph wells in my chest anyway.
“Kiss me,cerbiatta,” I coax. “Give me your mouth and let me taste you again. Let me taste what’s mine.”
She gives a soft moan, but she sinks into me, her mouth pressing over mine in a kind of desperation that echoes inside me. I don’t hurry the kiss, don’t push. I can still sense that lingering doubt trying to creep in but I don’t allow it to take root. I want to drive it away.
Lucy’s body rocks forward, her hands moving from my shoulders into my hair, sliding and scraping along the sensitive skin, and making a groan wrench from deep in my chest. She does it again, and I swear my cock is going to burst from my sweats at this rate with how hard I am.
She’s intoxicating. I want to devour her. Savor her.
Her tongue slides into my mouth, and I’m gone. I don’t hold back anymore. The switch flipped.
She gives a low groan as I deepen and intensify the kiss, my hand gripping her ponytail to angle her head so I can get deeper. Taste more of her. I never knew kissing a woman could be so fucking erotic. Make me feel so full of desire that it’s the only thing that matters to me.
Yet, with this woman, that’s exactly what it is.
She rises on her knees, towering over me slightly, and my free hand grips her ass tightly, squeezing and holding her close as she moans into my mouth again. Fuck, I want to throw her back on the bed, taste every inch of her. I want to feel her under me, over me, and in every position we can think of. I want to see her eyes glaze over as I fuck her, showing her that she’s mine. That there won’t be anyone else.
She’ll always be mine.
A sharp, angry cry fills the air, and we both still. Another one, and Lucy yanks her mouth from mine so fast that I don’t have time to stop her. She’s pulling away, and rolling toward Soren’s bassinet, where his cries are becoming more insistent and angry. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Lucy rasps huskily as she quickly picks him up and out. “What’s the matter?”
Maybe other men would be angry at the interruption, but instead, a sharp wave of satisfaction as I stare at Lucy trying to calm down her son.
No. Not her son.Our son. Because I don’t just want Lucy, I want Soren too.
Soren lets out another angry squawk and she lifts him up sniffing at him, her nose curling in disgust. “Alright, I guess that answers that question,” she grimaces, making me laugh.
“Would you like me to change him?”
She shakes her head. “No, I got this. Trust me, this isn’t going to be pretty.” Then she gets up and carries him into the bathroom, never looking back at me as she murmurs softly to him.
