My breasts swayed with my movement as I hooked my fingers into the sides of my panties and tugged them down.
‘Fuck,’ he rasped.
He attacked his own shirt, instantly distracting me with the unveiling of inked bronzed skin lovingly etched with swirling patterns, a Sicilian inscription I intended to read… later, all encasing a mouthwatering eight-pack. Courtesy of a brother who needed to keep himself in prime health for the same reason Cesare did, I knew not every man could achieve the coveted eight-pack.
‘You like what you see,bedda?’
‘Yes.’ There was really no point playing coy or pretending he wasn’t an exceptional, mouthwatering specimen. Virile and masculine. And with the massive bulge pressing so aggressively against his fly…
Yeah, I was saving embarrassment for when my inexperience inevitably filtered through because even now, I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. All I knew was that I wanted to lick every inch of Cesare’s skin.
A smug grin curved his lips as he caught my eager gaze on the belt he was releasing. The sound of his zipper lowering flooded my mouth with drool so fast I flushed.
‘I would give my pinkie to know what’s going through that mind of yours.’
I pressed my lips together and prayed my gaucheness wouldn’t spill.
With a move brimming with confidence, he stepped out of his loafers and dragged off his jeans and briefs.
Cesare was thick. And long.
The prospect of taking all of that inside me made my thighs clench in half dread, half anticipation.
It would hurt. No two ways about it. My past experiences may have been little more than forgettable fumbles in the dark but I’d been present enough to know that none of them had beenthisendowed.
Oh God.
‘Maddelena?’
My gaze jerked up to his half smile and crooking finger. I took a step, then stumbled, my heels getting caught in the panties I hadn’t fully taken off.
He lunged, he caught me, swung me into his arms.
‘It’ll fit or I’ll fucking die trying,’ he rasped in my ear. Then he marched towards the archway leading to an inner suite with a massive king-size bed.
Planting one knee on the bed, he dropped me into the middle, his hooded gaze watching my tits bounce. One large hand closed over his length, caressing from root to tip, as the other trailed down my throat, lingering at my clavicle, the upper slope of my breast, toying with my nipple. When I shuddered again, a thick groan left his throat before he cursed and let go.
‘You’re so fucking responsive. And those dirty little sounds you make…’ He shook his head. ‘You were made for fucking,bedda, and I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget your name as you scream mine.’
He turned away long enough to tug open the nightstand drawer and toss a condom onto the bed. Then he prowled over me, dropped onto his elbows and recaptured my lips.
I lost myself to delirium a second time as he kissed his way down my body. With the last experience fresh in my mind, I thought I knew what to expect.
I was wrong. He took me to the brink repeatedly, making me hiss and cry in bittersweet frustration. And then he plunged two fingers inside me.
The sting of it yanked my head from the pillow. ‘Cesare!’
Cesare
‘Damn, you’re as tight as a locked vault.’
I paused for a second, sucked in oxygen and control before I blew prematurely. ‘What’s the key to opening you up, I wonder? Shall I play with your little clit, baby?’ I thumbed the swollen nub, revelled in her gasp and shudder, then her slight give as she grew slicker, more relaxed. I pushed in and she tensed up again.
‘Fuck, baby. You’re gonna kill me before I get in this sweet pussy, aren’t you?’
I flicked her bundle of oversensitive nerves again and her mouth gaped as she sucked in desperate breaths. I was confident in that moment that no one else had made her feel like this.
That widening of her eyes? The way they clung to mine with a sheen of wonder? It reeked of inexperience. And while the primal beast inside me roared with outrage for not being her first, I wasn’t hypocritical enough to take her to task for it.
