25. Sinful Book 2

Antonio stepped out of the shower with his towel hanging loosely around his waist, showing off his beautiful body. I sat on the bed, watching him walk slowly to me, all the while my eyes were trained on that V line and what was below it. I bit my lips, with longing.

"You know, you keep looking at me like that and it's driving me crazy," Antonio bit his lips, taking my attention from his perfect V-line to his face. His long hair stuck to his body like a second skin because of how wet it was, and all I wanted to do was to run my fingers through it. I bit my lower lips with a sly smile playing on my lips.

"When you look at me like that, I can't help but think very bad thoughts," Antonio started towards me like a predator towards his prey. I laid my back on the bed when Antonio got to me. He stood between my legs, spreading them wide, then he leaned in, burying his face in the crook of my neck. I shut my eyes at the contact.

"What do you want to do to me, Sir?" I smile even more, loving whatever it is we were doing. Antonio raised my hands above my head, locking them with one of his own.

"I want to kiss every part of your beautiful body," Antonio groaned, leaving kisses from my neck down to my chest.

"I want to feel every part of you against me," Antonio's free hand snaked between us, going down to my pussy, which he stroked above my leggings. I let out a gasp, feeling my skin burn under his touch.

"I want to fuck you so hard you barely remember how to walk," he placed his lips on mine, kissing me, but before I could respond, he stopped, pulling my lower lip with his teeth. I felt so hot all over.

"There's nothing stopping you," I barely got the words out.

"We have a guest and a son that might wake up when you start moaning uncontrollably loud," Antonio teased. I didn't care, I didn't care at all.

I raised my head, taking his lips with mine as I let my head fall back to the bed. Antonio snaked his tongue into my mouth, and I groaned, as our tongues fought for dominance which Antonio won because he was in the better position.

"Let's make it quick," Antonio groaned, I nodded my head immediately. Antonio released my arms and I hurriedly pulled my shirt over my head, throwing it somewhere. Antonio helped pull my leggings down, and then he opened up his towel, letting his very erect dick break free. The thing did a little dance then settled. I smiled, opening my legs even wider.

"I like that you don't wear panties when we are home," Antonio whispered into my ear, then he stroked his dick a little before setting it at my wet entrance.

Just as Antonio slammed his dick into me, there was a knock on the door. I bit my lips hard, very hard I almost bruised it. I hugged Antonio to me, taking his attention away from the door so he focuses on fucking me, but the knocks came in even harder and louder. I let out a breath of frustration and released him.

"I'm sorry," it wasn't even his fault, so what was he apologizing for? Antonio pushed himself away from me, grabbed a long red velvet robe and walked to the door, while I buried my naked body under the covers.

"Sorry to disturb you guys, but Diego just woke up crying and he's asking for his father," Samantha's voice came in as Antonio opened the door. I could see from the door, how much Samantha wanted to see into the room. I rolled my eyes.

"I'll be out in a few," Antonio's voice was lace with annoyance too. He slammed the door and turned to me.

"I'll go get him," I told him, but he stopped me.

"Stay, I'll go out there and put him back to sleep, just wait for me, don't even move, okay?" Antonio rushed to me, gave me a chaste kiss and ran out the door to Diego.

I laid there thinking; what the hell just happened? Why the fuck did she have to knock on the door a t that time? She had been seeing Diego for the past few weeks and she couldn’t even stop him from crying? But it's strange; since when did Diego cry as soon as he woke up? The first thing he does is look for food. Even the day I took him from Samantha and Dan, that night he slept for a long while , and when he woke up he asked for food first. Diego has always been a smart boy, so I don't expect that he'd cry and ask for his father as soon as he wakes up, unless it's something very serious.

I peeled the covers from my bed, grabbed my own red velvet robe, put it on then made my way to Diego's room.

"Big boys don't cry you know," Antonio smiled as he bobbed Diego in his arms, while Samantha rubbed his back. They looked... like a family.

I didn't want to disturb the flow they already had, so I leaned against the door frame, watching Antonio handle Diego with so much care. Samantha noticed me first, and from the adoring smile she had for Antonio, it turned to a sly one to me. Like she was mocking me and telling me she won at something. I wanted to believe I was only seeing things, and she wasn't really thinking what her face was saying; but it was too clear, what her face was saying, and it's not something she can't not think about. For the expression to show on the face, it must collect information from the mind.

"Hey, I told you not to come. See? I'm handling it," Antonio finally noticed me. Diego turned his face towards me, and when he did, he asked Antonio to put him down, then he ran to me. I smiled, ruffling his hair.

"That's unfair," Antonio laughed. I looked towards Samantha, mirroring her former facial expression, since she had a different one now. She looked like she wanted me to disappear.

"The rain has stopped, but it's too late for you to go home," I smiled at Samantha. Samantha's face was void of any emotion because any little she'd let show, will tell everyone what she's thinking, and if she wanted to keep her act for a while longer, now's not the right time to show anything.

"Let's get you something to eat, right?" Diego looked up at me and nodded his head.

"You can stay in the guest room," I told Samantha before walking out of the room with Diego holding onto me for dear life.

As Diego munched on the sandwich I made for him, I looked at him closely trying to figure out what happened that made him cry. I wanted to ask him, but if Samantha had any hand in it, then I didn't want him telling me while she was still in the house. The day will break and whatever it was that happened won't be hidden from me.