Chapter 70 Sensual lessons

Chapter 70 Sensual lessons


Salvatore flung both of the men out of the room after beating them to a pulp.

I watched him stand entirely on the wall, the intercom pressed against his ear as he shouted at somebody. Maybe he was talking to the manager.

When the call ended, he turned to face me, panting. “I'm sorry you have to see me like this.” He rubbed his eyes and walked to sit on the bed.

I walked to him. “It's okay…” I rubbed his back.



The next morning, the ringing of his phone woke us both up. I was wrapped in his arms, my head against his chest. He groaned and reached for the phone. “Dad?” he cleared his throat as he answered, putting the phone on speaker.

“Did you come to Spain with a woman?” he asked.

I looked up at Salvatore. What was the question about?

Salvatore’s brows pinched together. “No… I mean, Lyra is with me if that’s what you…”

“The manager told me you beat up two of the hotel staff because you made remarks about your girlfriend… I know you don't have a girlfriend. You would never open your heart to a woman, so tell me, did you bring a woman here just to piss me off?”

Salvatore adjusted himself on the bed. Before he could speak, his father continued, “Does the poor girl know they are using her to make me mad? I don't care who she is. Send her back, now.”

“Dad, what I do with my life is none of your business. You lost the right to have a say in it after what you did to Mom.” He slid out of bed in his black underwear, his body swaying as he walked to grab a glass of water and gulped it down.

Was it just me, or did he look physically bigger?

I looked at his chest. His abs were more defined now. His blonde hair was messy. I looked down, tracing his body with my eyes until it met his bulge through his pants.

“…besides, there is no girl. It was a misunderstanding,” he said. “Don't call me. I'll be there for the wedding when it starts.” He hung up and placed the phone on the table.

His grey eyes moved to me. “Did I wake you?”

I shook my head, swallowing hard. How could a person possibly look that good early in the morning?

He walked back to bed, cuddling me in his arms. He placed a kiss on my forehead, his fingers caressing my back. “You look beautiful,” he complimented, his voice raspy.

I blinked, a smile forming on my lips. “You look handsome,” I responded.

His hands strolled down and unclasped my bra. “Really? Not… sexy?”

I laughed. “You look sexy.”

“Hell yeah,” he breathed and lowered his head to my chest. His tongue slid against my skin and he placed kisses on it. “Do you want to stay in all day or explore the streets of Spain?”

I pouted in thought. “I'm too jet lagged to go out.”

“Okay,” he said and stepped out of bed. My mouth opened as he casually took off his underwear and tossed it in a basket, his dick hanging down as he walked barefoot into the bathroom.

I gripped the bedsheets, pinning it between my thighs as I listened to him shower. After a few seconds, he moved to stand before the door, dripping wet. His blonde hair was slicked back with a few strands falling out.

He placed both hands on either side of the door frame. “Do you want to join me?”

“Huh?” I raised an eyebrow.

“I want to shower with you, please,” he said.

My heart raced with excitement. I got out of bed and tossed my bra aside. My underwear followed. He bit his lower lip as he watched me walk to him.

My cheeks flushed red as I walked in.

I avoided his gaze as I stood underneath the shower. I felt him watching me intently, his eyes following my every movement as if he was going to mark me. I reached for the shower head and let the water drip down my back.

I turned off the water and squeezed it out of my hair. When I turned to face him, he was still looking at me. My eyes scanned his body again.

“I want to do it,” he said.

“Do what?”

“Teach you to touch yourself,” he said.

I curled my toes on the wet tiled floor. “Oh really?”

He nodded.

“I want to see you do it to yourself first,” I said.

He smirked. It was devilish. He walked to me and grabbed my hand, carrying me to the bedroom. He made me sit on the bed and took a few steps back.

His hands moved to his chest, then strolled down and grabbed his dick. “Don't look away… until I finish,” he said.

I nodded.

He wrapped his hand around his dick and gently stroked it, his eyes fixed on my body. I watched him repeat the motion, his fingers moving faster.

“Argh…” he groaned. His face twisted into a pleasured frown. The veins on his dick had begun to pop. “Fuck… argh…” he moaned.

He raked his fingers through his hair as he stroked faster. “Fuck… argh…” he whimpered.

I pressed my legs together. I could feel myself dripping wet already. I gripped the sheets of the bed.

“Fuck… fuck… God… I… hmmmm…” he moaned as thick white sperm shot out of his dick, flying into the air. He panted. I noticed a smirk on the corner of his lips as he walked to me.

“Your turn,” he spoke as he leaned in and gripped my waist. Carrying me deeper into the bed, he climbed over me and leaned in. “Nervous?”

I shook my head.

“Show me your hand,” he asked.

I slowly lifted both hands. He grabbed my left hand and curled all the fingers, leaving my index and middle fingers. “Part your legs.”

I quickly obeyed.

He led both of my fingers between my legs and slid them across my core. “Feel that?” he asked. “Wet… it means you are sensitive.”

I gulped.

He led the fingers to my clit and pressed them against it. I felt a tingle and pressed my lips together. “Circle it…” He controlled my fingers to form a circle.

The more my fingers circled, the more sensitive I became.

“Gently,” he said. He removed my hand and let me continue on my own. His face was a few inches away from mine as he whispered gently, “As long as I want to be the one to do it… grab one of your breasts.”

I obeyed and grabbed it. My chest heaved and my lips parted, short breaths coming out as the pleasure down there spread through my whole body.

“Good girl… now faster.”

I obeyed. “Oh god…” I whimpered uncontrollably.

“That’s it… faster…” he said.

I obeyed. After a few seconds, my whole body jerked on the bed as I reached my orgasm.

He smiled at me. “That was beautiful.”

I reached for his face to hold it, but I quickly pulled my left hand away. He noticed and asked, “You good?”

“Well… I can't let the finger touch you when it's been…”

He rolled his eyes. “I have literally put my face in there. Do you think it matters?”

I said nothing.

His lips drew to my chest and he began to trace it with his tongue. I grabbed his head as his tongue strolled down.