CHAPTER 67

BIANCA'S POV

"Oh my fucking God!" He released a loud sigh as his head fell back to the bed. His chest heaved high and low as he tried to regulate his breathing. 'That was one interesting session', my subconscious said, and I couldn't help but agree. I felt so satisfied from the joy of pleasuring him to his own satisfaction.

I stood from my kneeling position with a little sting of pain in my knee cap, but it wasn't something too serious. Hopping onto the bed to join his presumed tired figure, I was suprised when he reached out and pulled me to himself.

"Babe." He muttered, sniffing my neck and dropping wet kisses along the slender curve of it. Oh God.

"Manuel... we can't, remember?" I muttered.

"Who said we have to?" He giggled like a boy, making me smile. What was he up to.... or rather, down to, now? He kept going lower and that was when I realized what he wanted to do, regardless of the fact that it had been my move just moments ago.

"Manuel, no." I whispered with gr