13
Bianca
Vinnie holdsmy hand as he stalks through the ballroom like a man possessed.I don’t say anything as we walk, still processing everything he just said to me.My mind and body are too consumed by lust to think about much else.My six-month sex hiatus is blowing up in my face.
“In here.”He pulls me inside the empty coat room before I can object.
What is it about this guy that has me acting so unlike myself?I’ve never had any problem resisting men.Then Vinnie Gallo happened.Six-plus feet of solid muscle, green eyes, and tanned skin and I’m ready to jump into bed with him with barely a moment’s hesitation.
He locks the door and stalks toward me with hunger in his eyes.“I can’t wait any longer.”
I stand here like I’m helpless, playing with the hem of my dress.“This isn’t a good idea,” I whisper and try to swallow down the need that’s building inside me.“We shouldn’t.”
He wraps his fingers around my chin.“Tell me you don’t want me, and we’ll stop.”His green eyes bore into me, challenging me to lie.
God, I want him.I want him so fucking bad, my entire body is vibrating with need.I stare at him, unable to form words as my heart hammers in my chest like I’m running a marathon.Before I can say anything, his lips crash down on mine, sealing away any doubt I have left.
I place my fingers against his abdomen, feeling his muscles ripple and flex underneath his shirt.The kiss deepens, and for a moment, I can’t breathe.He’s literally rendered me breathless.Like something out of an old movie or one of my romance novels.
My knees weaken, but Vinnie wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer and keeping me upright.
I slide my hands around to his back, finding the deep ridges near his spine, and anchor myself to him.He grunts, and my pussy contracts from the sound and the way his tongue sweeps along mine.Like it needs to remind me of how immensely empty and lonely my mouth has been.
He digs his teeth into my bottom lip and tugs as he grips my ass, grinding against me.I moan, loving the way he feels against my body and how infinitely small I feel in his hands.
“Hands or mouth?”he asks against my lips.
I open my eyes, finding him staring at me with those blazing green eyes, just as breathless as I am.“Both,” I whisper, wanting everything he’s willing to give.
He instantly drops to his knees with his hands sliding up my legs, pushing my dress up around my waist.I glance down, unable to take my eyes off him.A satisfied grin spreads across his face when I’m fully exposed.
“No panties, baby?You wanted my mouth on your beautiful pussy, didn’t you?”
I bite my lip, trying to pull off the innocent look, but God…I wanted this more than anything.He’s so close, I can feel his warm breath caressing my bare skin.
His tongue darts out, sweeping across his irresistibly full lips as he lifts my leg over his shoulder.I hold my breath, leaning back against the wall for support and praying I can stay upright.Besides grinding against his cock separated by two pairs of sweat pants, my body hasn’t been touched by another person in so long, I know it’s not going to take much to get me off.
“She wants me,” he says as he brings his face closer to me like he’s talking to my pussy.His gaze flicks up, and my breath hitches as the overhead light shines on his face, making his green eyes almost glow.
As his lips press against my skin, my body rocks backward and I move my hips toward him, begging for more.I feel my eyes roll back.I can’t keep them open.The pleasure is too much and yet not enough.
“So wet for me,” he murmurs against my skin before his tongue sweeps across my clit.
Every fiber in my body comes alive as my body jolts.I forget everything else except this moment, his lips and tongue, and the orgasm I so badly crave.My fingers tangle in the hair on top of his head, holding him there, making sure he doesn’t stop.
I rock into his face as he seals his lips around me.He grips my thigh as I try to balance on one leg when all I really want to do is climb on top of his shoulders and ride his face to ecstasy.
He strokes his fingers between my legs, front to back, sending an entirely new, magical sensation through my body.
“So wet,” he says again like I don’t know I’m practically dripping with need.
“Shh,” I whisper in the darkened room, wanting his mouth busy with my body and not with words.“Don’t talk.”
“My baby’s bossy.”
I don’t need to look down to know there’s a smile on his face.I can feel his lips curve up against my sensitive skin.I don’t correct him that I’m nothis baby.I’ll be whatever he wants me to be as long as he doesn’t stop again.
A single finger rubs against my opening, circling the sensitive skin so slowly, I almost start to beg to be filled.Inch by inch, he pushes the tip inside me, torturing me.I moan as he pulls his finger back out a bit, crooking it inside and rubbing against my G-spot.I want more.I need more.
