I bend and press my lips to her neck.
She gasps.
She tastes like honey, smells like vanilla.
I lay her back against the pillows and kiss her breasts.
Her back arches, and her hands grip my shoulders.
I take her nipple into my mouth and suck.
"Yes," she says, her voice breathless.
I tease her with my tongue.
Her fingers dig into my skin.
My hands glide over her ribs, her hips, her thighs. Her skin is like velvet.
My heart hammers.
I can't think.
I can't stop.
I don't want to.
My hands part her thighs.
"Luca." She has a hand pressed to my shoulder, pushing or pulling. I'm not sure.
"Let me, Elena." It's a command.
One that she obeys.
She nods and relaxes back.
I slide down her body and settle between her legs.
Her skin is flushed.
My mouth waters.
I breathe her in, and her head falls back.
I trace a finger along her slit, and her hips arch.
"Please," she says.
I bend and press my mouth to her, licking her gently.
Her hips arch, pressing her eager pussy into my face.
I slide my hands beneath her ass and hold her steady.
She whimpers, and the sound drives me wild.
I want her.
