Page 64 of Indulging Temptation (Tempting the Heart #1)
SANTINO
S omething I learned early on, when I embarked on entrepreneurship and opened Cielo + Cibo, is that you’ll never work harder than when you’re working for yourself.
The calendar may say “off”, or, in the case of the restaurant, the sign may be turned to read “closed”, but there’s always work to be done.
Luckily for me, I’m able to do what I love — what I was meant to do — so all the sacrifice and grueling hours don’t feel so much as work but part of who I am.
I’ve grown accustomed to it. And today, on the only day of the week I technically have off when the restaurant is closed, I’ll be spending it experimenting with the ingredients I picked up at the farmer’s market to tweak Cielo + Cibo’s menu and conjure up something new.
That is, of course, after I see what Lorena is up to.
It’s only been a week since Tomás found out about us. As much as I’m thankful that he came around to the idea of me and his sister being together rather quickly, I’d be lying if I said that us all living under one roof hasn’t been difficult.
There’s nothing more that I want than to be able to roam around with Lorena freely. Hangout wherever we want, clothed or not. Fuck wherever we want to. Just to be. To exist. Together. However we choose, in the privacy of our own place.
Maybe it’s presumptuous of me to assume that once my place is done being renovated in Sleepy Hollow, which thankfully should be any day now, she’ll want to make it her place also.
I only just convinced her that it’s okay to admit she wants more than sex, and to be in a relationship.
Who knows how she’ll react when I ask her to move in.
I guess I’ll cross that hurdle when the time comes.
I’ll convince her anyway, I have to, because I can’t call that place a home until she’s living in it with me.
Daydreams start to fill my mind as I place the reusable grocery bags on the countertop in Tomás’ kitchen.
I find myself craving slow mornings where we take forever to make it out of bed.
Visions of her sitting on the marble countertops in nothing but lingerie, sipping coffee, while I cook for her, consume me, making me miss her.
It’s only been an hour since we saw each other.
I asked her to come to the farmer’s market with me, but she opted to stay in bed and read until I came back.
As if she can sense the thoughts roaming inside me, a creak from my mattress echoes throughout the penthouse, summoning me.
Abandoning the grocery bags in hand, I let my eager feet lead me to her. A grin creeps onto my face, stretching my cheeks uncontrollably as the opening instrumentals to Sleep Token’s Emergence blend into the otherwise still air.
My heartbeat becomes one with the music.
A sense of calm wraps around me as the song blossoms from its quiet start, but it’s quickly replaced with such intense anticipation, I can feel it take my entire body hostage, in the same way it’s fueling me to hurry up and eliminate the barrier of my bedroom door separating us.
“Finally,” Lorena says, her voice a breathy, relieved whisper that travels directly to my groin.
I push the door open to find her lying naked on my mattress.
Except now she has her e-reader in one hand and the other is set between her spread thighs, gently rubbing at her bare center, in circles that hypnotize me.
Entranced, I shut the door behind me, locking it.
“Finally?” I ask, settling onto the bed.
“Yes. Finally . I missed you,” she says, still with that sultry bedroom tone.
The hand she was just touching herself with is now lifted, with a finger curling in my direction, beckoning me to her.
I obey, inching myself closer until I’m at her side.
Curiosity gets the better of me as I reach for her e-reader, needing to see what she’s reading that has her ready to finish whatever it started in her.
Lorena’s back arches with a faint moan following as I scan the screen. Words like ‘ fill me ’, ‘ push back in ’, and ‘ claim me ’ all stand out to me.
My gaze falls to her slick pussy. It stays there for only a second before the device is tossed onto the bed, and my fingers trace her arousal “Did you really miss me, or do you need me to help you?”
“Both,” she breathes out. Relief entangles her vocal cords as I dip into her warmth. I pump into her, synchronizing to the rhythm of the music, mimicking the sensual and raw nature of the song. Making every second intentional, memorable for her.
“Fuck,” I drawl, becoming harder by the second. “You’re so wet.” She clenches around me, clinging onto my fingers as I continue in my pursuit of relieving her from the ache she has. “What were you reading that got you so horny?”
Her hips lift slightly off the mattress, drawing subtle circles in the air as she works with my hand fucking her. “A short story,” she says through a moan she can’t hold back when my thumb finds solace at her clit, rubbing up and down, applying perfect pressure to it.
“Oh, c’mon, mama, don’t be shy. I want to hear exactly what it is that you like, so I can steal another page from your book boyfriend’s book.
” The last part slips out of my mouth before I can fully process what I’m saying.
She doesn’t let it go unnoticed. With eyes wide, focused on me, she furrows her brow.
I don’t let up pleasing her with my hand, though, so she struggles a bit to get her bearings to speak.
Finally, she’s able to, blessing me with her voice.
“What do you know about my book boyfriends?”
“That they can never love or please you like I can,” I say with confidence.
“That’s a given. They only live on the page.”
“And in your mind.” I remind her, leaning down to briefly replace my thumb with my tongue, planting a kiss on her swollen clit.
Lorena hums in approval, hips gyrating against my face as I flick the barbell through my tongue at her bundle of nerves, teasing her for a moment, before I sit up to stare into her eyes and bring my thumb back to her center.
“The competition is steep.” I finally finish my sentence.
“I don’t think so.” Her head shakes adorably, spreading her hair messily onto the pillow. “No one can compete with you, Tino. You’re it for me.”
Four words I would sell my soul to hear again.
“Good,” I groan, full of pride.
A confession fills my throat, dying to come out. I swallow, wondering if I should keep it to myself, but it flies out of my mouth anyway. “You know, there’s something I’ve never told you before.”
Lorena’s brows peak in interest, urging me to continue.
“I overheard you talking to Gabriella at your going away party.”
She interrupts me, sitting up, causing my hand to slide out of her. Wasting not even a second, she takes my hand, bringing my soaked fingers into her mouth, deep throating them, with a level of eye contact that warms my entire body.
“You mean before I moved to Miami?” She hums, vibrating my fingers still in her mouth. My throat becomes tight at how beautiful and naughty she looks all at once.
“Yeah. I heard you tell her she should have the guy she was writing have piercings.”
Excitement gleams in her irises as I continue. “A tongue one because it’d be hot to be eaten out by someone who has one. And a…”
“Dick piercing or two.” She plops my fingers out of her mouth, finishing my sentence for me, while she goes for the waistband of my sweatpants, lowering them with my boxers in one swift movement.
My cock bobs forward and her tongue is already extended, ready for me.
Licking up the bead of pre-cum on my tip, she continues.
“One or two pierced through the tip.” Kisses trail down my shaft until they stop at the underside, at the hoop I have at the top of my sack. “And one somewhere unexpected…”
“Like the balls, so it adds to the sensation,” I interrupt her as she tugs at the piercings with her teeth, driving me wild.
“You did all this for me?” she asks, peering up at me between my legs, in between licking my balls.
“Mhm.” I moan, wanting to throw my head back and become lost in her mouth, but if I were to do that, I would miss out on how pretty she looks with her mouth occupied by her cock.
It may be on my body, but it’s hers to do whatever she wants with.
She could bite it, and I’d probably thank her; that’s how far gone I am for this woman.
“Tino,” she cries out, before her cheeks hollow around my length, bringing me to the back of her throat. That piercings she inspired on my tip, toying with her tonsils.
“Yes?” I reach for her hair, wrapping it around my palm, so it’s out of her way.
No words come from her lips. Only a symphony of wet, primal sounds that can be heard over the music that has now bled into the next song, Sleep Token’s Provider.
I listen to the lyrics that I already know by heart — since this is all Lorena and I have listened to since their new album dropped — while I witness her give me the sloppiest, hottest head of my life.
The title of the song, and all the lyrics that follow, is exactly what I want to be for her.
A provider. In every sense of the word. I want to make her life easy.
I don’t want her to be burdened by anything that doesn’t serve her or bring her happiness.
I want to give her the world. Yet, that grand gesture still doesn’t feel like enough.
All of what I want to do for her, to her, and because of her, floods me, as I’m about to come.
Used to her swallowing every drop of me, I finally close my eyes, readying myself to pour into her mouth, but she surprises me and pulls back.
My lids jolt open.
With stealth speed, she rises to her knees, and I spring up, to my knees, dead center on the mattress.