I've never felt anything like this before.
"Luca," I whine.
"Let go, angel," he growls. "Come for me."
I do.
My head snaps back, eyes squeezing shut, as the orgasm slams into me.
I've never experienced anything like this. I've heard about it, but no one told me how good it felt. How freeing.
My body shudders. Shakes. I collapse against him, and his arm snakes around my waist, holding me upright.
He presses a kiss to the top of my head, murmuring words in Italian that I can't make out.
Then he lifts his right hand.
His fingers glisten in the dim light.
They're covered in a sticky, viscous fluid.
Embarrassment floods me.What did I do? How did I... what was that?
I cover my face with my hands. "I'm so sorry. I'm so embarrassed. What was that? How did you make me... like that?"
"Shh." His hands pull mine away from my face. He holds them between us. "You're beautiful. Don't hide your face. You did nothing wrong,angioletto."
I'm trembling. Overwhelmed. I've never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. Yet, safe.
"It's okay," he murmurs. "Breathe. You did amazing."
Then he licks his fingers clean.
Right in front of me.
"Mmm." He grins, wolfish. "Delicious."
I flush. It's filthy, depraved. For some reason, it turns me on even more.
"You... you don't have to do that," I mumble. "If you don't want to."
"Do what?"
"This."
"Oh,angioletto.You have no idea what I want to do to you."
My breath hitches as his lips found mine again. His lips are hard, hungry, devouring. I taste myself on his tongue, and it makes something inside me twist with longing.
I'm still reeling. Shaking. Dizzy. And yet, somehow, his kiss centers me, anchoring me.
Makes me feel like the world isn't spinning off its axis.
I’m still trying to catch my breath when he reaches for my hand again, grounding me. He’s so warm. I never want to let go.
Then I remember, suddenly, stupidly, that I’m still on shift. “I…I need to wipe the tables.”
“No, you don’t,” he says, firm as steel. “Your shift is over.”
