Page 40 of Sins (The Sins Trilogy 1)
Chapter Fifteen
Ivy
I blink a bit, then catch my breath at the unfamiliar surroundings and the body next to mine, until I remember I’m in Tony’s room and he’s the one behind me, his arm around my belly and his face buried in my hair.
What we did yesterday flashes through my head. After the first time, we cuddled a bit—I might’ve even fallen asleep—then Tony fed us in his room, courtesy of Jonas the Discreet, and we did it again, with me on top the second time. He said it’d be easier for me that way, and patiently guided me.
And it was. I had a slight difficulty finding the best way to reach my climax, but he knew exactly what I needed to do, and when I came, I thought I’d die from bliss. No wonder the French call it la petite mort.
The memory makes me hot and squirmy. But I don’t want to move and wake Tony up. It’s too nice, having him wrapped around me.
Besides, I have to figure out what to do now that it’s the morning after. Nobody ever talks about that part. Not in any books. Not in any of the movies on relationships and sex I watched with Yuna in our attempts to “live” like our teacher insists. Tatiana doesn’t think we can play anything from the Romantic Era with an appropriate depth of emotion if we don’t know what true love is.
Now I wish I’d done more the past few years than just play the piano. After I came to live with Aunt Margot, I realized she was quite taken with my musical talent. So I devoted practically all my time to it to please her. The better I became, the prouder she was, and nothing was too expensive or troublesome if it could help me improve. She got me the best instructors, and even bought a baby grand once she decided I was too good for a digital piano.
But that meant I missed out a lot of what most girls my age did—sleepovers and late-night chats with girlfriends, dating, all those things. If I hadn’t, I might’ve known the things that most eighteen-year-old girls do. Like…
Is he going to regret it? I mean…he seemed surprised at my lack of experience, but he didn’t exactly sound unhappy. And I know he came, so… Guys can’t get upset if they come, right?
“What are you thinking?” he whispers into my hair.
“Nothing,” I say a little too quickly.
“The gears in your head are moving so hard, I could hear them with my eyes closed.”
“Then maybe you could also make out what they’re saying.”
“I’m not that good.” He licks my neck, sending sweet sizzles along my spine.
I shiver with delight. “Hey! No fair.”
“I don’t fight fair.” He kisses the back of my neck, then cups my breast, his thumb over the tip.
Biting my lower lip, I arch my back, pressing into his hand and rubbing against the thick erection that’s suddenly sprung up behind me.
“Come on,” he murmurs. “Talk to me.”
“I was just thinking…” I clear my throat. “I was wondering what people do the morning after.”
“Mmm.” He shifts, fitting his body closer and toying with my nipple. “This.”
God.I’m going to die if he stops. Although I’m slightly sore, I’m already so wet between my legs. Can he feel it? “No, really.”
“I’d say people do whatever they want. And right now, I want to make you come.” He nips my shoulder as he tugs on the nipple.
Electric pleasure goes all the way to my clit, and I curl my toes. “I’d love to, but I’m a little sore.”
“Don’t worry. You can still come,” he whispers hotly in my ear, his fingers slipping between my slick folds.
I clench my teeth as his clever hands play me like the Bösendorfer Imperial that I claimed to be. Hot blood roars through me. He shows me how quick and hard I can climax against his hand. It’s as though my body and mind have no resistance when it comes to him.
“Oh my God, you’re the devil,” I say, when I finally can.
He laughs. “Good morning.”
“I think it’s your turn now.” I flip around. “I suppose I can torture you the same way.” I wriggle my fingers with an extra-wicked smile and swipe the pad of my thumb over the tip of his rock-hard cock. It’s slick, and I lick it curiously and taste salt and Tony.
His eyes darken. “Ivy—”
