“Cooper…” he whispers. It sounds like his eyes are closed.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t go back to your room tonight.”
“I have to.”
“No you don’t.”
“Fine. But only because I can’t move. Just promise me you won’t say anything else that will make me like you.”
“You know I can’t promise that. Everything I say makes you like me, Coop.”
Mannaggia, Declan Cannavale. I don’t know for sure what mannaggia means, but he’s right.
“I can’t move my eyes, but imagine me rolling my eyes right now.”
“I can’t move my head, but imagine me kissing you right now.”
Mannaggia.
Twenty-Five
Declan
I’D HAVE A BLUE BALLS CHRISTMAS WITHOUT YOU
I remember when I was eight, waking up on Christmas morning to find that it had snowed overnight. I finally got the bike that I’d been begging for all year. Nonna was in Italy, so Ma made waffles with ice cream for breakfast. We watched TV and drank hot chocolate all day. That was a great Christmas.
But it was a load of horse shit compared to this one because Maddie Cooper’s hands and mouth are all over me. She’s pressing her body against my back and she feels naked, and her soft gasps and moans are the only alarm clock I ever want to wake up to. Both Maddie and my cock woke up before me, and I’m glad I had time to digest last night’s dinner because all the blood in my body has headed south, and it just might stay there for the rest of the winter.
I open my eyes to find that the room is still dark. The clock on the bedside table says it’s 5:25, and she said we have to get up at six, so we have time for this. I have all the time in the world for this. She’s exploring my body and I don’t want to disturb her because everything she’s doing, as always, is so very right. She is definitely making me feel like a less terrible person. A very hard, not very terrible, really fucking horny person. But I’ll just lie here on my side and let her do her thing for as long as possible.
She kisses my back, her lips and tongue making her way down that side of me while her smooth, determined hands travel across and up and down my chest and abs. Curious about my chest hair, investigating the dips and contours of every muscle. She can probably tell that I’m awake because my breaths are coming harder and faster, chest rising and falling beneath her fingers, abs tightening under her palms. She may never be able to read my mind the way I want her to, but if she wants to read my body, then I am an open book.
One leg bends, slinking around and encircling mine as she undulates behind me.
She grazes one hand up my arm, barely touching me, and it makes me shudder all over.
No woman has ever made me shudder like that before.
The electricity that has always crackled between us is still there, but the tension has transformed into pure, uninhibited want. It’s easily enough energy to fuel a lifetime of lust between us. I used to wonder if I’d be happy enough with just Hannah for the rest of my days, but the only question I have when it comes to Maddie is—is it too soon for me to retire? Because I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to get through an entire workday if I know I could be having sex with her instead.
I stroke her smooth leg, the one that’s wrapped around mine.
She removes the one arm from under me, sits up, her nipples skimming across the skin of my back as she does, and as if that weren’t enough, she kisses my shoulder, palming my excruciating erection through my boxer briefs.
“Babyyyy,” I whisper.
“Shhhh” is all she says. And then her leg slips from beneath my hand, her hand slips inside my boxer briefs as she slides them down to my ankles, and I feel her mouth and teeth on the flesh of my butt and holy shit I like it. She nudges me onto my back. I kick my underwear off and grab on to her hips when she straddles my waist, the cool air rushing in when she sits up and the covers slide down her torso. But it’s the silhouette of her naked body that causes me to shiver.
It’s the way she licks my pec and twirls her tongue around the nipple, and then, sweet Jesus, she licks me all the way from my pelvis up to my chin and then kisses me with such passion. The way she sucks on my tongue, the little sing-song animal sounds she makes when she nibbles on my lower lip and places quick, playful pecks all over my face. I’m melting into her and into the mattress at the same time. I’ve never been too big on kissing, but I could kiss this woman forever, I think. Just when I’ve committed myself to doing that, she pulls away, slides farther down, giving me a hint of what her wet pussy would feel like on my cock.
I groan, and I cross my arms tight over my face. Because if I look and see her head bobbing up and down, I will explode in her gorgeous mouth. If I see her look up at me down there, eyelids heavy, licking her lips and grinning, I will ask her to marry me, and if she says no my life would be over. She kisses up the inside of my thigh, teasing me, driving me crazy. I’d expect nothing less from a succubus. The tip of her tongue trails up the underside of my shaft and then swirls around the head, flicking just beneath it and then sucking and fuck. I reach down to grab fistfuls of her silky hair because I need to touch her.
One of her hands is gripping
