Page 53 of Indulging Temptation (Tempting the Heart #1)

SANTINO

I stifle a yawn as I slowly shut the door to the guest bedroom, trying to do it as quietly as possible so I don’t wake up Lorena.

Since I couldn’t sleep and spent most of the night tossing and turning, I decided to just get up and head to the corner market near her mom’s place. That way I can hopefully burn off some energy and make sure Lorena has the non-dairy creamer she prefers in her coffee.

It’s not to say I wasn’t tired. After the competition, and the activities me and Lorena did on the upstairs glass floor of Gemini’s, I was exhausted. But I’ve wanted this moment, of me and Lorena snuggled close in one bed, more than I’ve wanted her body.

Now that I experienced it, not sure of how many more times we’ll be able to between living at Tomás’ and our arrangement, I decided to savor it.

So I stayed awake most of the night, with her curled onto my body, soaking it all in.

Allowing myself to dream while awake of what it’d be like to have slow mornings, talks in bed, and to do all the mundane things together that make relationships special.

All things I’d do anything to have with her.

I tiptoe past the bed, eyeing the balcony attached to the guest bedroom, needing to go outside and smoke, but I’m stopped dead in my tracks as the blankets on the bed start to shift.

I turn my head to see Lorena beginning to stir. Her arms stretch overhead as her back arches and her lips part just enough to allow the softest whimper-coated yawn to sneak past them.

Every movement she makes travels to my core, waking me up like a double shot of espresso.

“Where are you going?” she whispers in the most sensual and breathy morning voice, as she glides the blanket we shared last night up and off her body, and curls her finger, signaling me to join her.

“Nowhere.”

“Good. Come here.”

That’s all I need to hear, and I’m off, dropping the reusable grocery bag I already forgot was in my hand to the floor.

“Wait!” Lorena shouts, pointing to the bag.

“What? It’s just from the market down the road.” I shrug. Unsure why she is staring at it with such confusion.

Frantically, she looks around the room.

“What’s the matter?” I ask, now seated on the end of the bed.

Lorena doesn’t answer me, she continues her search for who knows what, until she squints and sees her phone on the nightstand on the side of the bed I slept on.

With her back arched once more, this time as she’s on all fours, she crawls over to get her phone, pressing the side button to reveal the lock screen with the digital clock beaming in both of our eyes since the room is still blanketed in early morning dimness.

“You went to the market already? It’s only a little after six.”

“I couldn’t sleep.” I take my vape out of my back pocket, about to take a hit, when she takes it from me.

“So you went grocery shopping?”

“No, I only got a few things.”

“That sounds like you went shopping. Why?” she asks, taking a long drag from my vape.

Fuck me.

I’m instantly jealous of the way her lips are wrapping around the vape. I want a hit. I want a damn taste of her. Now.

“No reason.” I brush off her question.

“You’re lying,” she singsongs as she springs up from the bed and grabs the bag, pulling out a jar of honey.

The creamer is already chilling in the fridge, and I left the coffee grounds downstairs in the kitchen.

Truthfully, I should’ve left the whole bag downstairs, but I guess in my eagerness to come upstairs and sneak in a few more minutes of just her and I, I wasn’t thinking clearly.

“What’s this for?”

“Your coffee.” It’s the truth. I did pick it up with every intention of making her a honey latte, to switch things up a bit from the blueberry coffee she usually gravitates towards. Though I’d say it’s safe to say coffee is the last thing on her mind. And mine.

With the jar of honey in one hand and my vape locked in the other, she settles onto the bed with me following after.

Back lying flat on the mattress, she lifts her hips enough that I can easily take off her pajama bottoms. My lips hover her hips. I lower them to her skin, peppering kisses all along the outline of her curves as I slide off her pants.

“Coffee, huh?” Her words become muffled from the stream of smoke billowing from her mouth.

“Mhm,” I hum against her skin, not ready or willing to separate my lips from her body.

“You know, I was a little bummed we missed out on one of the best tropes there is since we couldn’t stay in the hotel.”

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” I ask, already knowing the answer. I felt the same tinge of disappointment when we had to cancel our hotel reservation to come to Westchester, as important as it was to be here.

She transfers to her elbows, propping herself up just enough so she can peer down at me. Lust mixes with her dilated pupils.

I extend my hand. “I’d say you’re relaxed enough. It’s my turn.”

Lorena rolls her eyes, chanting a quiet and playful boo, as she hands me my vape. I eye the honey jar in her other hand. “I’ll take that too.”

“You’re no fun,” she teases, sticking out her tongue.

Pinching the vape between my lips, I free my hand to press down on her stomach and get her to lie down for me.

Lying flat on my stomach, with my head a few inches away from her wet pussy, I army crawl on my elbows close enough that the vape still in my mouth brushes against her.

“That’s not true.” I take another hit and rest the vape pen on her mound, with the mouthpiece angled above her clit.

“I’m about to have so much fun.” I press a kiss to her pussy and the goosebumps that erupt on her thighs are almost as delicious as the honey I’m now drizzling on her slit.

Drooling at the mess I’m making and dying to clean off her.

“Fuck,” she rasps. “I’m so high.”

“Good,” I whisper, placing another kiss on her inner thigh as I maneuver my hand with the honey jar in it, closing it and scooting it off to the side.

“That’ll make this…”

Lick .

“Feel.”

“So.”

Lick .

“Much.”

Lick.

“Better.”

I drag my tongue up to her clit, sucking it into my mouth, slow and attentively.

She whimpers as my mouth leaves her sensitive bundle of nerves for a moment, just to suck in a quick hit from the vape before I feast on her.

Her hands skate to the vape, taking it for another hit before placing it on the bed.

“You’re teasing me,” she whines as another rasp slips her lips quickly morphing to a needy moan, letting me know she’s more than ready for me.

“Not anymore.” I anchor myself back to her clit, and her thighs pinch around my head, locking me in place.

“Good,” she breathes, squeezing tighter as her back arches. “I want you to clean up the mess you made on me like a good boy.”

Fuck. My heart thuds in my chest at the nickname, and that’s all I need to hear her say, and I’m a fucking starving mess.

Licking up the honey like a good boy.

Her good boy.

Paying close attention to the way her body responds to every move I’m making with my tongue. Memorizing it, I make sure to repeat the pattern she seems to like most, until she’s a trembling mess, thrashing her pussy in my face each time I make her come.

I’ve counted two so far. I felt the last one when I slipped my fingers inside of her and she tightened around them as her entire body quivered.

I want more out of her.

I can’t help myself.

Nothing turns me on more than turning her on.

If this was all she’d give me, a spot between her legs, only allowing my tongue access and nothing else, I’d take it.

Even if it came with the price of me not being able to sink into her.

I’d take the honor that it is to be at the apex of her thighs, and perfect it.

Becoming relentless in finding new ways to perfect the art of making her come as many times as she can in a row.

Making each time I lay, or kneel, or am in any position to worship her, different and more exciting than the last.

I’d be satisfied for all my days, knowing that she’s satisfied by me.

That’s literally all I need. My own pleasure is irrelevant. Being responsible for hers satiates that part of me.

“You think you have one more in you?” I ask between slow kisses to her center.

She rolls her hips, rubbing her clit against my nose. “Yes.”

“Good. But I’m going to go slower this time. Let you recover from that last orgasm, and prepare you for the next.”

“No,” she whines. Her voice is sleepy and relaxed, it’s a complete contradiction to what she just said.

I’m about to ask her why. So damn close to begging her to feed me another orgasm, but I don’t have to.

Not when she shifts, now on all fours, with that perfectly round and juicy ass up in the air waiting for me.

And she’ll get me. After all I’m but a man, helplessly, foolishly , head over fucking heels in whatever this is. Love. Lust. A twisted combination of both.

Kneeling behind her in the center of the mattress, I lower my sweatpants, taking my boxers down with them in one swift movement. My cock already hard and aching to be buried inside of her.

She lowers herself, placing her cheek on the bed. The switch in positions only making her ass stick higher in the air. Practically begging me to spank it. So I do.

“Fuck,” she mewls, face still on the mattress, but her eyes are on mine, as she looks back at me. “I like that.”

I spank her again.

“Yes!” she moans into the sheets.

“You like what? Don’t be shy. I want to hear exactly what you like, so I know exactly how to drive you wild.”

“I like when you spank me.”

“That it?”

“No.”

“Then tell me. Use your words.”

“I like when you lick me too.”

I let out a groan as I lick my lips. “I like that too. Anything else?”

“Yes,” she breathes out, exasperated. “I like how you fuck me. So stop making me beg for it.”

“But you sound so pretty when you beg.” My cock bobs up, and a bead of pre-cum leaks from the tip.

I gather the salty release and rub around my piercing before spitting down on my erect cock, fisting my saliva onto it, readying myself to dive into her perfect pussy.

“I begged for you. Can’t you beg for me? ”

Shit. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. Thankfully, the naturally low rasp of my voice doesn’t let on to the desperation I feel, craving her begging for me.

My lips part, about to say god knows what to distract from what I just said, but the opportunity is stolen from me as she twists her arms behind her back, leaving her wrists out.

“Please, Tino.” I lean forward, cuffing her wrists together in my hand.

“Please, stretch me like no one has before. Fuck me again.” This is like music to my ears.

I line up to her entrance. “Fuck me, Tino, please.” Dragging my pierced tip up and down her entrance, I apply pressure.

“Please,” she whimpers as I begin to sink into her.

“Please, fuck me. Make me feel good.” I’m halfway inside of her and she tightens around my length, still not done blessing me with the sweet sound of her begging for me. “Make me yours.”

You already are. I say in my head as I bury myself all the way inside her.

“Finally,” she squeals, and I squeeze her wrists tighter together.

The view I have of her ass bouncing with each thrust is unreal.

Her body is a piece of art, as are the sultry sounds she makes.

I know she’s trying to be quiet, but the weed has her so relaxed that her inhibitions are roaming free, and she becomes lost in the pleasure I’m giving her, and I wouldn’t dare tell her to be quiet. If anything, I wish we could be louder.

“Am I?” she pants.

I suck in a breath. “What?”

“Yours to fuck. Am I?”

My stomach drops.

How do I answer that?

Yes?

No?

No, you’re more than that to me?

“Yes.”

Thrust.

“You.”

Thrust.

“Are.”

Thrust.

“Mine.”

“Yes, I am,” she moans.

Yes, you are.

I continue to fuck her, torturing myself because I’m seconds away from coming, but I refuse to come until she does once more. She’s close, I can feel it.

“Come on me,” she demands, as her walls clench around me, pulsing, while she loses herself in the ecstasy of release. It’s then and only then, I pull out, allowing myself to finish. On her. Per her request.

My come drips down her leg, I lower myself ready to lick her clean, but she stops me, gathering it up on her hand as she twists herself to sit on the bed, giving me a front row seat to her sticking her come drenched fingers in her mouth, licking them clean as she lets out a yawn.

“Are you tired, mama?”

She nods her head. The vape she took a few hits of is stronger than my usual, so she’s definitely feeling it.

“Lie back down, it’s early still.”

She lays down and I grab the blanket that fell off the bed and bring it back in place, tucking her in.

“I still taste the honey,” she says sleepily yet satisfied, popping her hand out of her mouth, lifting it to my lips for a taste. I suck them into my mouth, humming. The taste is amazing. Perfect .

“That’s not the honey,” I tell her.

“What do you mean? Don’t they taste sweet?”

“They do. But like I said, that’s not the honey.”

“What is it then?”

“That’s us. We taste good together.”

Almost as good as it feels when we’re together.