Chapter 13: Let's sleep together

Salvatore's POV

Her skin had a scent I couldn't place, but fuck, I was addicted; I couldn't stop sniffing.

Lyra’s whimpers grew heavy in the air as my finger slid around her clit; her nipples were erect. I didn't have a choice, my lips pinned against one of them, sucking it as I rubbed faster on her clit.

“Oh…oh…oh my God,” she moaned, her head flung back, her fingers tightly gripping the sheets. “No…no…please…" her voice was strained. I looked up to meet her gaze.

“Do you want me to stop?" I asked, still circling my fingers on her clit.

"No…" she manages to let out.

I drew my lips closer to hers. “Do you like this?

“Yeah,” she shook her head.

I slid a finger into her, and she clenched her teeth. I thrust it into her repeatedly; every moan escaping her lips felt like a reward. Her lips pressed against my chest, her body seemed to have resigned to my touch, and her gaze softened.

"Sal…Salvatore…yes…" she moaned.

I pressed my forehead against hers. If only she knew what her moans were doing to me. How could she say my name like that?

I thrust faster until her entire body convulsed with pleasure.

She panted, struggling for breath.

"Did you like that?," I asked.

She gave a slow nervous nod.

I pulled her closer against me and locked my lips to hers as I kissed her.

My heart skipped a bit as her hands brushed against one of my nipples. It was an accident, but it turned me on even more. I quickly moved her away from my body.

She noticed my avoidance. “Have I done anything wrong?"

I shook my head, "No."

“You moved my hand off your chest,” her voice shook.

I quickly grabbed her hand and drew it to my mouth for a kiss.“I'm sorry, Lyra, but I only did it because I'm fucking turned on," I swallow, "And you made it worse." I added.

She sighed in relief, then her hand moved to grab my dick through my pants. Desire rushed through my veins. “Maybe you shouldn't be doing that," my voice was strained, "I like it, but you shouldn't."

“Is this what a man's dick feels like when he's hard?" she inquired.

I looked at the curious look on her face, “Yes,” I said.

“What do you do to get better?" she asked.

"Better?"

“I mean, you know what you did for me; do you have to rub it like you did mine?"

I tried to hold in my smile as I finally understood what she meant, “More like stoke it." I explained.

She gripped it tighter. "Like this?" she asked as she stroked.

I sucked in a deep breath.

“Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked.

“Yes,” she nodded.

I grabbed her hand and pulled it away. “Dont get me wrong I like it , I swear, but how about you think about it later, and we can do it some other time?"

“But I want to do it now,” she pressed.

She moved closer to my chest and kissed it.

I gripped the sheets. I did not know why, but I did. My teeth clenched tightly as she continued to kiss. “Did it feel as good for you as it did for me?"

“Ecstatic,” I replied.

Her doe eyes met mine. “Teach me to please you, please." She seemed nervous.

“Are you sure?" I asked, desperately hoping she would say yes, “I don't want you to regret it."

“I'm eighteen, Salvatore; I can make decisions for myself, yes,” she pressed.

I slid my finger into her right palm and placed it against my chest, leading her hand. I traced each line of my body, down to my abs, watching her face intently to make sure I didn't cause her any discomfort.

“I like how it feels,” she whispered. Only if she knew how good her touch made me feel.

“Can I?" I asked as I stopped at my waist, just above my pants, “I want to put it in."

She nodded.

Without hesitation I put her hand into my pants. "Argh…" I moaned softly as her fingers touched my dick; I could feel it pulsing.

Her face lit up in awe; it was the first time she had ever touched one.

“How do you feel?" I inquired.

She nodded and began to stroke it gently; I slid my hand out, letting her take the lead. It felt as if my soul was lifting out of my body; each stroke made me want to scream, but I forced it in, letting out sharp exasperated breaths.

"Oh…God…faster please,” I whimpered, my voice was strained.

She obeyed, her fingers moving two times faster than before. I leaned in close to her and gripped one of her breasts.

"Fuck…fuck…arghhh, oh god,” my voice was a low gutteral growl, and I moved my hand away from her breast.

My face twisted into a frown of pleasure. "Oh…shit…fuck! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum…please…"

My body jerked as cum shot out of me; I watched Lyra freeze as it got all over her.

“Oh shit, I apologize. I quickly reached for a box of tissue on the desk behind me and pulled out three pieces. She brought her hand out to me, but as I tried to wipe it, she pulled her hand away.

“Don't do that just yet; I want to look at it."

"Why?"

“Because it came out of you, so it means something,”

I reached for her hand and wiped it. “There are plenty of other times to look at it, Lyra; we have school tomorrow."

“Goodnight,”

She sat up to leave the bedroom, but I pulled her back. “Goodnight doesn't mean go, Lyra. I want you to stay tonight."

Her brow raised, “Sleep together?"

I nodded as I worshiped her with my eyes.

“We can't do that. What if my mother sees? Or worse? Your dad?"

“We'll lock the door."

“That would be suspicious,” she pressed.

I wrapped my arms around her. “Do I have to deal with this from her from now on?" I mumbled.

“What do you mean?" she asked.

“An overthinking girlfriend,”

She finally pulled in closer to me. “No, you don't."

“Better,” I pressed a kiss on her forehead.

The next morning, I carried her to the couch to sleep; it was soft and comfortable. Thankfully, she didn't wake up.

Soon a knock came to the door. “Come in, Mrs. Whitman,” I said.

Lyra's mother always came in at this time to clean up the bedroom. The door opened as she walked in with a big smile on her face.

“Good morning, Mr. Sal…," her voice trailed off as she caught Lyra sleeping on the couch behind me.

“Oh, sorry, I called her last night to help me do homework, and she fell asleep,” I lied.

“Oh well, that's good, but how could she sleep in here?" She rushed to Lyra and tapped her. “Lyra? Lyra, get up."

I chuckled; Lyra seemed to be a deep sleeper.

"Lyra!" Her mother slapped her arm in annoyance.

My eyes widened. How could she hit her like that in front of me?

"Lyra!" she hit again.

“How about I help you wake her up, Mrs. Whitman?" I offered, hoping she didn't break Lyra's arm.

“Oh no," she waved her hands frantically, “I don't want to be a bother,”

You are bothering my girlfriend's arm.

I so badly wanted to say that.

She tapped Lyra again, this time I saw a red fingerprint on Lyra's arm.

"Mrs Whitman!," i shouted before she could tap her again.

Her head swung back , startled, I had never screamed at her like that before.

"D...do you want something Mr.slavatore?,"