He standswith me bracketed against the sink. I can feel his heart pounding, strong and sure. “Bedroom,” he says, voice rougher now.
I nod, because I can’t seem to speak.
He leads me upstairs, then picks me up and lays me on the bed. Stands at the edge and watches me for a moment, breathing harder than he lets on.
“You stop me whenever you want,” he says.
“I won’t,” I answer, too fast, too honest. My cheeks heat up instantly, but I don’t take it back.
His mouth twitches like he’s fighting a smile.
He climbs onto the bed and kisses me again, deeper this time. His hands move under the hem of the shirt I borrowed, sliding up my ribs, slow enough that I can stop him if I need to.
I don’t. I never want him to stop touching me.
“Lift your arms,” he murmurs.
I do. He pulls the shirt over my head and drops it on the floor. His eyes drag over me, hungry and careful at the same time.
“Beautiful,” he says.
Heat rushes through me. I reach for the hem of his shirt, wanting him closer, wanting skin.
He stops me. “You’re sure about this?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “I want you.”
That’s all it takes.
His mouth trails down my stomach, his hands spreading my legs gently, checking if I tense. But I don’t. I’m melting under his touch, softening all over.
He kisses the inside of my thigh, and I feel the breath leave my lungs. “You’re so fucking beautiful, kitten.”
I realize what’s about to happen seconds before it does.
The first stroke of his tongue pulls a sound out of me I’ve never made before. My fingers grab the sheets. He holds my hips steady and takes his time, slow and thorough, learning what makes me gasp, what makes my thighs shake, what makes my back arch off the mattress.
“Riccardo,” I breathe.
He groans when I say his name and works me harder. The pleasure builds fast, like something that’s been waiting years with no place to go.
He licks me deep and rough. It feels like he’s kissing me, like he’s eating me up one inch at a time. He looks ravenous. I’ve never seen him this hungry.
I try to hold back, but he doesn’t let me. “Feel it,gattina,” he whispers. “Feel it all.”
He slides two fingers inside me. I had no idea I was wet enough for that, but apparently, I am, and I’ve never wanted anything more. I’m moaning shamelessly, bucking my hips like the clueless little virgin I am, because I’ve never felt like this before.
He curls his fingers, sucks lightly on my clit, and that’s it.
I fall apart.
My whole body trembles. My breath breaks. I feel the orgasm rush through me, sharp and overwhelming, and he doesn’t stop until I’m shaking and pulling him up by the collar because I can’t take another second.
He kisses me, slow again, letting me come down.
When I catch my breath, he pulls back just enough to see my face. “Fuck, kitten. You taste amazing.”
It should embarrass me. But the truth is, I’m too high on pleasure to feel anything else. All I know is that I want more of him, closer,deeper.
