Page 42

VANESSA

D espite the lateness, the second they got back in the hotel room, Santino was ready for loving.

Vanessa was more than eager. The tension with Zoe, then later with Scott, had her keyed up in a way that hadn’t felt very good.

She needed Santino’s mouth on hers, his hands pulling roughly at her clothes, to turn that tension into something else, something hotter, that would bring her back down to earth.

When she got his pants down when they’d barely closed the door, she was greedy for the thickness that bobbed close to her mouth.

Santino laughed. “You’re turned up. Is this why you wanted to leave that party so quick?”

“I’ve gotten used to this already,” Vanessa responded, grasping his cock and kissing the head.

Santino groaned. “No complaints from me.”

There were no more comments or questions from him after that.

All she heard were his moans of approval, telling her how good she was making him feel as she flicked the head with the tip of her tongue to collect the salty drops that emerged.

Whispers turned to louder praise as she took him in her mouth fully.

Maybe she sucked too hard, pumped his length with her curled fingers too well, because his cum suddenly shot down her throat.

His sharp moan of surprise was loud, but so gratifying that wetness trickled down her own thigh.

Santino staggered back, pulling out of her mouth and her hand entirely. He stroked her cheek and her hair as he fought to control his breathing.

“Damn, wifey. That was amazing. I thought we’d take it slow tonight.” Santino grinned at her, pulling her up to standing.

“I’m still up for it. What did you have in mind?”

He stroked the inside of her thigh and licked the fingers that came up glistening. “Mm. A couple things.”

Turning her around by the shoulders, he propelled her into the bedroom. The maid service had been there. The smell and feel of fresh linens were a delight as he directed her to climb on the bed.

“Don’t lie down yet.”

His beautiful gold-toned body disappeared into the vanity, and her ears perked at the sound of rustling.

What could he be searching for in there?

Although they’d been naked around each other for days by then, she felt exposed waiting there, unsure what he was doing or planning.

Next, he crossed to the living room and disappeared from view.

She heard the small fridge door open, then shut.

Before he returned to her, Santino said, “Close your eyes.” His voice was firm, with no hint of teasing. The trembling already in her body from the cold AC increased tenfold.

“What are you going to do to me?” She did as he said yet again, feeling even more exposed somehow. This was a new thing.

Santino’s directive was given in a quiet tone, but the words created a curious combination of anticipation, anxiety and deepening desire. “Whatever I want. It’s still my week, tesoro .”

The bed dipped, and she felt the heat of his nearness. “Open your eyes. Keep them on me.” When she complied, staring up into his face, he was serious, solemn. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

At that point, she stopped asking questions, but the quivering only sank deeper into her flesh, into her bones, as Santino showed her what he held in his hands.

It was her scarf, the one she’d worn as a defense against him, as if that mere weave of expensive threads would ever be enough to stop her from craving his touch.

The last thing she saw before he tied it at the back of her head and covered her eyes, was a hint of a smile and his pupils wide in the low amber lamplight.

The only suggestion that he was feeling the same excitement was the unsteadiness in his fingers as he finished the knot, then traced the skin from her shoulder down to her collarbone.

Plunged now in the darkness he’d fashioned, she reached a new level of vulnerability.

Swallowing hard, she didn’t have to wait long to find out what would come next.

He laid her down and covered her with his heavy body, delivering deep, slow kisses that left her warm and throbbing everywhere.

He was all hard chest muscles and rippling abs, and she squirmed at the sensation of the rough ticklish hair on his thighs bearing down on hers and his rigid cock pressing into her belly.

She wished she could see his face as he cinched her wrists with his fingers and pressed them into the sheets on either side of her head.

Unable to see his face, she had no clue what he was thinking or feeling.

Maybe that was the point. Maybe without focusing her sight on him, she was free to feel everything, indulge her other senses and not worry about his reactions or what he would get out of it.

Vanessa gave herself up to it, then, to him, to the soft wetness of his tongue on her neck and then on her nipples, bringing the tips to peak hardness.

He paused, and she heard something clinking like glass.

When his mouth returned to her nipples with something cold trapped inside, she jumped with surprise.

Ice? Yes, it was an ice cube, alternating cold on the sensitive buds with the warmth of his tongue. Moaning, she wasn’t sure if she liked it, then suddenly, yes, she did. She liked it a lot.

“Look at that,” he rasped somewhere above her. “Look how hard they got. Does it feel good to you?”

“Yes.” The word was breathy, soft, all she could manage.

Next, he moved lower, trailing that same ice and heat down her belly to hover over her pussy.

When he applied that combination to her clit, she moaned louder, her thighs falling apart for him.

The ice made her nub rigid, and he sucked and licked until the ice melted and there was nothing but delicious fire.

Suddenly, he paused right as she was about to fall off the edge. By then she was a shaky mess, with her feet sliding up and down the sheets in a silent plea for release. She gyrated her hips, offering herself up to that mouth, but he wouldn’t give her what she wanted.

Santino gently mocked her with a low chuckle. “Not yet.”

He lifted off her again, to her growing frustration. That’s when he trailed something soft against her, tickling her cheeks and her lips, then her nipples and her belly button.

Giggling, even though she was being teased and tormented, Vanessa said, “That feather from the shop. I’ve been wondering what you bought it for.”

“Did you think it was for this?” he asked, briefly stroking it between her legs before running it along her arms and legs.

That gentle touch jolted her. “I hoped,” she admitted.

“ Ah .” He was using it on her clit, holding her lips open with his other hand for better access to the spot.

He kept tickling her with it until the need bloomed higher and hotter again for the orgasm that she was seeking.

It was right there, and she reached up with her hips for it until he cruelly denied her again by taking the feather away.

“I’m going to find a way to make you pay for this,” Vanessa threatened, and his answer was a short laugh edged with dark lust.

“We’ll see about that. Turn over.”

Vanessa turned, her body thrumming. The sheets were now warm and felt good against her nipples that were aching for the friction.

Santino straddled her upper thighs. She was on heightened alert now, waiting to know what he’d do next and when the answer arrived after a flicking sound, she pressed her breasts even deeper into the sheets.

Something hot was dripping onto the middle of her back, down to the curve of her ass.

Was he burning her somehow? But then it cooled instantly, making tight little circles on her sensitized skin. The scent of vanilla perfumed the air.

All the while, his heavy dick was nestled in between the globes of her ass.

He stroked up and down between them, pressing the flesh together into a tunnel for his cock.

He gave an inaudible murmur of appreciation, either for the sight of it or the pleasure or both, and her neglected clit throbbed in response.

Growing desperate, she tried rubbing against the bedding, but before she could, he lifted off her.

“On your hands and knees.” His voice, cracking with arousal, left no room for questioning.

Then it came again, that tickling feather, down her spine to her ass and down to her bud.

Her most intimate parts were completely exposed to him in this pose, and he took advantage, widening the valley between the globes so he could use that torture device on her delicate rosette.

It was good, too good, only making her needier, her pussy weeping.

During their marriage, they’d explored that erogenous zone with some very satisfying results after she’d properly prepped for it. She was the one who’d asked for it then, but she doubted this one week would get them to that point.

“I miss this,” he murmured thickly, squeezing one cheek. “I’m not taking it tonight, though. You’re not ready. We’re gonna work on that.”

Her ears couldn’t interpret what they heard after his weight shifted again.

Maybe the squeeze of a bottle? Yes, that was it.

When his cock nudged the entrance to her pussy, it slid in slippery and quickly, drawing a gasp from her.

A few droplets of the fluid dripped higher.

As he began a steady, almost languid thrusting in and out of her wetness, he circled his thumb around her rosette until he slowly, gently pushed it in.

Santino took his time, letting her get used to this new smaller stretching, keeping his rhythm so steady, so patient and gentle, that the burning inside both tunnels soon melted into pure ecstasy.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, her head dipping low to hang between her shaking arms.

“You’re doing good, wifey. So good.” His guttural groan of bliss hit a deep corresponding chord in her and she pushed back against him in a demand for a faster pace.

Soon he was only thrusting with that deadly cock, merely holding her steady with the inserted digit and his other fingers splayed across the top of her ass. His moans were getting deeper, darker, and she knew the wild delight that was wracking her body was doing the same to him.

“I’m so close,” he growled. “I don’t think I can hold back much longer. Come with me, tesoro .”

His pumping was faster now, deeper, as he leaned his upper body back, so it was all powerful hard hips smacking against her backside.

Her breasts jiggled with every pound and even untouched, her nipples were still throbbing.

There were too many sensations all at once, the fiery pleasure in both entrances and an added bliss when he reached around to squeeze her clit.

Vanessa wailed when the wave hit, sobbed when he joined her with a sharp shout of his own, collapsed while he was still spilling his hot cum and twitching deep inside her.

Santino collapsed on top of her, and she shivered, still moaning softly while he anchored her, keeping her grounded.

Every part of him soothed every bit of her simply by existing in this tight cocoon they’d built around themselves.

It had been good before, but not like this. This was…this was…

“Fucking amazing,” he said, sounding as if in a daze. He pushed the scarf off her eyes, but she still kept them closed as he soothed her back, her shoulders, then her cheek with warm, shaky kisses. “You’re fucking amazing. Such a good girl. The best girl.”

They lay together for a while, kissing and talking softly.

He offered to draw her a bath, which she thought sounded wonderful.

Gratefully, she sank into the hot water while he went back to the bedroom, letting her relax in the fragrant scented oil.

When she got back out, he was just putting his phone down.

“Hey. Did you get another weird call?” she asked, looking at the clock with her pulse spiking. It was past two in the morning.

“Nah. No weird calls.” Santino seemed surprised at the realization.

“Maybe that asshole Malone finally got the message and decided to stop fucking around. I just texted Virg to invite him and Ling to the casino tomorrow. I thought we’d gamble a little and I’ll make reservations for one of the restaurants. Ling said it’s a good time out.”

She would have loved to go under other circumstances. But the ugly surprise of Scott at the party popped into her head, the things he’d said that sent an off note clanging in her ear. Now that she knew he and Virgil were friends, the chances were higher that they’d run into him again.

“Really? I knew you’d want to go to the casino, but I don’t know. Virgil’s a busy guy.”

“True. But if he can’t make it, it’s cool if it’s just me and you. I want to at least try to pay him back for being so cool, getting us this suite last minute and the concert.”

“Ah. You’re right. He has been pretty awesome,” she relented.

“Cool. I’m make them first thing in the morning, so we at least have the table.”

When she climbed onto the bed and sat down, noting with a grin that he’d thrown a towel over the wet spot, she propped herself up against the cushioned headboard.

Santino put his head on her lap. That had always been his favorite position, after the sexual varieties.

She scraped his scalp with her fingernails in light strokes, just the way he loved it.

“I can’t believe tomorrow’s already Thursday.

Well, today, technically. Just a few more days and we’re back in New York.

It seems like another planet. I’m not sure I want to go back,” Vanessa said.

“But…I’m also not sure if I want to stay here either for the rest of my time off.

Maybe we should skip the casino and leave in the morning. ”

“Really? Where would we go?” he mumbled. Her contented tiger stretched and yawned, nestling in deeper.

“I don’t know. Maybe Quebec City or Toronto. Even further than that if we had time.”

“Toronto sounds good. Tenzin’s from there. He says it’s cool and told me I should visit sometime. But maybe on another trip. Aside from your tag-a-longs, I love it here.”

Vanessa felt the words boiling and bubbling in the cauldron of her stomach. She had one great reason for leaving, one that she could no longer keep to herself. Lightly, she cleared her throat.

“Hmm?” Santino murmured.

“I saw Scott tonight. At Virgil’s place.”