Keep Me (Shelter Me #3) (16 page)

“You’re crazy,” she states, scrunching up her cute button nose.

“Crazy for you. If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you eat and shower,” I say jokingly.

“Oh, joy. Thanks.”

“Don’t be a smartass. Now, let’s get back to the nice present you just gave me.”

My mind floods with all kinds of kinky thoughts of having her in bed with me all day.

“What about it?” she squeaks.

“Where in the hell did you learn those tricks with your tongue, Firecracker?”

Instantly her head drops all the way back and she busts out fucking laughing hysterically. Well, that’s not at all what I was expecting. Her hands go to her sides, clenching tight. Her breasts are shaking up and down.

“What the hell is so funny?” I demand.

“Do you really want me to answer that?” she asks through another fit of laughter.

Thinking about her doing that to anyone else has me seeing red. Knowing I have no right to be angry, I let my thoughts simmer, waiting for her reply. Her face turns a deep shade of red.

“I’ve never given one before, but I’ve seen it a few times while watching porn with Markus,” she confesses.

“You are definitely my kind of woman. So, what other things did you learn while watching porn?” I ask, adjusting her body the way I need it, to take a long, slow lick up the side of her neck.

“I would rather show you than tell you,” she states boldly, raising her head so I can kiss her.

“Well, then. That will be my first question during our game of show and tell tomorrow.”

My dick twitches with the desire I have for her.

“You’re a naughty, naughty man.”

“Miss Morris, you have no idea just how naughty I can be.”

So, my feisty, innocent girl watches porn. Pictures of me taking her any way I want or better yet, any way she wants sift through my head.

“Kiss me, Antonio,” she demands.

No asking me twice. I capture her mouth with mine, my need for her growing stronger with each kiss, each swirl of her tongue across mine.

“I’m going to get ready for bed,” she announces, her breathing coming out in rapid spurts through her swollen, plump lips.

“Go ahead. I’m going to lock up and be right back. You need anything?” I ask as I help her up, watching her fine ass.

“Just for you to hurry back,” she says over her shoulder as she closes the bathroom door.

Jumping out of bed, I snatch up my jeans from the chair in the corner. I throw them on, and have the house locked up and my ass is back in bed seconds before Shelby walks out.

She climbs into bed with me with her hair piled on top of her head, naked just how I want her. She lays her head on my chest, her arm draped across my lower torso. I don’t fall asleep until her breathing slows down, and when I do, it’s with determination to make her show and tell me everything about her.

Chapter Seventeen

Shelby

I cannot even describe the way I feel this morning. Content, happy, one hundred percent at ease. Making love for the first time exceeded my wildest expectations of what it would feel like. It’s indescribable. My body has a sweet ache all over. Nothing compares to the feeling, though, of waking up in Antonio’s arms. Our limbs tangled together, the feeling of his warm body pressed against mine.

He took everything I told him last night about my infertility better than I thought. His kind words for me to never give up on being a mother went straight to my heart. I have always considered adopting a child, but not wanting to raise a child by myself has always been an issue.

Now, laying here in his arms with this crazy perception of not being alone anymore has me thinking I could do it. Are those thoughts crazy? To some, they might be. To me, they’re not. I feel like our relationship is moving so swiftly, but it’s not. We have had four months of mental foreplay. Even though we didn’t speak to each other during those months, neither one of us could get the other out of our heads or our hearts. This has to mean something, right?

Hell, I don’t know. I’m just as new to relationships as he is. Screw it. I care, he cares, let’s take this one day at a time, Shelby. Don’t get ahead of yourself. God bless it. I feel like such a fool having these thoughts. The big issue is we live so far apart. This is what I should be thinking of, but no, not today. Not when I am so happy and he is holding me with his big strong arms.

“Good morning, Firecracker.”

His groggy morning voice startles me.

“Morning.”

I burrow my face into his chest, close to his heart. Hearing the live beat, I close my eyes, relaxing, not wanting to move but knowing I have to. I need coffee, I need a shower, and I definitely need to brush my teeth.

“I need coffee. You?”

He raises his arms, stretching. I can feel the muscles tighten in his chest as he moves. I could just stay here all day.

“Yes, coffee sounds good,” I sigh.

“You need to let me up, babe, and I’ll go make us some.”

My facial muscles contract and a huge grin spreads across my face when I look down and notice his erection sticking up.

“Oh. What do we have here?”

The tips of my fingers graze across the top of his dick through the comforter. It twitches under my gentle touch.

“Looks to me like you’re already up,” I snicker.

“Show and tell has begun, smart ass. You see I just showed, so please do tell.”

He whips off the covers exposing his glorious morning erection. I burst out laughing as he flips us over so he is on top of me.

“Satisfaction guaranteed. Morning, noon, or night,
bella petardo
. Now I’m all up for skipping coffee and just having breakfast, if you want.”

“How about both?” I gasp as he brushes my lips with his.

“Deal.”

I hop up and out of the bed. Damn, he is hot. Smirking at me with a sexy grin, his eyes roam up and down my naked body.

“Fuck, I am never going to forget the sight of you in this bed, naked and so damn tempting. You have five minutes tops to do whatever it is you do in the morning and have your ass back in this bed for me to ravish.”

He saunters over to his dresser and pulls out a pair of sweats. I watch him pull them up and over his hips. He looks mighty fine with clothes on, but now that I have had a taste of what is underneath, I want them off. So as he winks at me while skirting past the bed, my ass moves mighty fast to finish my business.

I’m done in record time and just as I step out, Antonio returns carrying a tray with two cups of coffee, croissants, and fruit. Placing it down carefully, he crooks his finger at me.

“Drop the sheet, Shelby,” he commands, his deep voice, raspy and dominating. “Let’s turn up the heat in here, and I don’t mean with coffee.”

My hand goes on my hip.

“Just so you know, I don’t like being bossed around.”

“Just move your ass over here. I promise you won’t be cold. Not with the things I have planned today, anyway,” he retorts, his focus on the fireplace as he speaks.

Curiosity gets the best of me as I watch him scoop up several small pieces of wood in a metal basket, open up the glass doors to the fireplace, and toss them inside.

“Are you making a fire?”

“I am.”

His back is to me as he also places newspaper inside, strikes up a match, then stands messing with a few valves.

“I’ve never seen a real fire before, only a gas one.”

The smell instantly assaults my senses.

“Oh, wow. Is that the wood that smells like that?”

Picking up my cup of coffee, I take a sip while adjusting the sheet.

“It is.” He continues to do his thing while I stand behind him, enjoying the view of his sculpted ass. “It’s hickory. Kind of smells like ham to me.”

He raises up to stand beside me.

“It’s perfect. It does have a sweet, honey scent.”

The fire starts to flicker and crackle while we stand there.

“Have a seat.”

He steps around me and picks up a blanket lying in the chair, arranging it just so on top of the Persian rug on the floor. He sets down two pillows he retrieves from the bed, then parks his long, lean body on the floor with the tray in his hands.

He screams confidence. He knows he’s the complete package and yet, his persona strikes me as someone who gives with his whole heart. He’s a family man like his brother and Adam. As breathtakingly handsome as those three are, none of them come off as smug with their perfect male bodies all toned and lean and one hundred percent man.

Knowing my own body like I do, I know the heat coursing its way through me is not because of the warmth radiating from the fire, it’s from the way Antonio is just sitting there with his legs sprawled out in front of him, bare-chested with his nipples and abs screaming, ‘lick me Shelby’ while his mouth hollers, ‘get the fuck over here and place those lips on mine’. Damn, one taste and I have this sexual ball of energy building up inside of me.

“Are you going to join me or stand there looking at me like you want to make me your sex slave? ’Cause baby, this is already all yours,” he grins, leaning back on one elbow sweeping a hand over his body.

He pats his lap. Being careful not to lose the sheet, I scuttle my ass to him. He takes my half-empty cup out of my hand while I adjust myself comfortably on top of him, knees bent with one leg on each side of his hips. He pops his body right back up, making us face to face.

“Hungry?” he asks, his expression insinuating something completely different than food.

“A little,” I nod, unable to take my eyes away from his mouth.

“Me, too.”

He picks up a handful of raspberries, popping a few in his mouth. He has me in a daze watching him chew, then swallow. He knows it, too, as he runs the berry across the seam of my lips. He squeezes the juice from it gently, watching it slowly trickle down my chin. Tipping his head forward, he darts out his tongue, licking the juice from my chin. My mouth parts slightly in expectation of his kiss, but he doesn’t; instead, he places the small berry in my mouth. 

He repeats his actions with an assortment of fruits; one me then one for him. I feel overshadowed with love and appreciation as sensual desire spreads through me. He’s sitting here looking sexy as hell with his disheveled hair; his green eyes now dark.

“You are so gorgeous; I could wake up to this look of want and need every morning,
bella petardo
,” he says, his voice velvety and bursting with sultry masculinity.

I need his mouth on mine. I brace myself with my hands on his chest. I feel the steadfast beat of his heart beneath my palms, causing a shiver to run the length of my spine. I watch the rise and fall of his Adam’s apple. Shit, even that is sexy as hell.

My hands slide up, loving the feeling of his warm, smooth skin. Pushing his shoulders back with an assertive force, I fall on top of him, taking control of his mouth with my own. Heat hits by backside when the sheet is tugged loose and Antonio’s strong hands take hold of the cheeks of my ass, unrelenting as he presses his rock hard erection into me. 

“You make me think dirty thoughts,” he murmurs, his words soft, escaping with bated breath when he pulls my bottom lip into my mouth.

“Mmm. What kind of thoughts?” I whisper into his mouth.

Fevered visions flash through my brain of me riding Antonio right here in front of this roaring fire, then letting him flip me onto all fours before he comes in a ferocious rush, screaming out my name.

“Well, first, I’m getting rid of this.”

He tugs the end of the sheet that separates our skin to skin contact. I give him room to pull it out from between us and close my eyes when I feel every inch of his skin against mine. I physically ache at how badly I need him. My hands dig into his hair. I kiss his forehead, his cheek, his mouth.

“Tell me what you want. What you need. Dirty me up, Antonio,” I tell him.

The overwhelming need to have him touch me is almost too much. He knows this, I can feel it as he braces both hands on the floor. Springing us both up, he positions my legs so they wrap around his waist.  His heavy dick covers my entrance.

“I feel your slick heat against my cock, Shelby,” he breathes, rotating his hips as he moves smoothly across my sensitive nub. “Fuck, I want to bend you over and consume you.”

His grip on my hips tightens, his movements becoming wild. My clit tingles, starting to pulsate, and I let out a moan of pleasure.

“I swear, I could come right now.”

“Then come. Look me in the eyes, and come,” he commands.

The sound of his voice asking me to come, along with the friction of him gliding across my clit, pushes me over the edge. I grind down hard on his shaft as I come, wanting to mark this man in every way I possibly can. My lids are heavy, barely able to stay open. But I never for one moment consider looking away from him. Fulfillment spreads over every feature on his handsome face.

“God. Knowing I’m the lucky man who put that glow on your face makes me want you all the more. I need you. I want to watch your face when you guide me inside of you and take what is yours. Dirty can come later. Right now I want you to know how much I desire you, to dig deep into your pleasure. I want you to let go while I feel your warmth all around me.”

His words are like a powerful aphrodisiac. Antonio wants to please me and I want to please him. My stomach plummets slightly, praying I do this right as I lift my hips while he lays back flat on the floor, keeping his hands firmly positioned on my hips. Gently grasping his dick, I run my fingers up and down the silky skin before I center it right where I desperately need him. Everything seems to go in slow motion from there as he stretches me wide. Little by little I sink down.

“Oh, my God. You feel amazing,” I breathe.

He does. I feel full, complete. Whole. Knowing I’m supposed to move, I remain still with my eyes closed, loving the way he feels inside of me. It feels so different this way, so much more intense. He feels deeper. And when I lift off of him, an unrestrained groan escapes from Antonio’s mouth. Opening my eyes, I search his face. For what, I don’t know. It’s at that moment that I slam back down on him, causing both of us to gasp, our chests rising and falling.

“Take it. Fuck me, babe. Grip it and take it.”

“Antonio! I- I...”

He thrusts his hips up, meeting my quick, controlled descents. My knees are bent, legs wrapped underneath his. It’s the most carnal sensation I’ve ever felt. Antonio’s hand leaves my hips, shooting straight to my breasts.

“I could stare at you riding me like this forever and still not get enough of you,” he groans.

The unmistakable pleasure of hearing his words, the way his fingers circle my nipples, tugging each one, sends me over the edge. I grind down hard when my orgasm rips through me.

“Antonio!”

“Fucking hell!” he roars, his hot release spilling inside me.

We stay frozen in place for a few moments as our breathing returns to normal.

“I can’t move,” I say finally.

Antonio grins widely.

“I don’t want you to.”

He inclines his body into a sitting position, using my boobs as his leverage. He squeezes them softly.

“Look at how perfectly these fit in my hands,” he says, causing my gaze to focus on his exploration of my breasts.

He dips his head dead center between them, licking his way up the side of my neck to the base of my ear, causing me to shiver.

“Let’s take a shower, then get back out here so I can show you how badly I want to fuck you from behind with your ass in the air, and you’re telling me how much you want my cock.”

If I wasn’t already turned on, his dirty talk would definitely get me wet. I want his dick again and again until I literally cannot walk. Wicked eyes gleam back at me when he moves away from my ear.

“Cat got your tongue?” he asks slyly when I don’t say anything.