I was all sensation then as Venezio’s fingers traced, rolled, and twisted.
Then, when I was sure I couldn’t take it another second, he leaned forward and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.
I gasped as my vision went white for a second.
I arched backward, pushing my chest outward toward him, silently begging for more as my hand went to the back of his neck, holding him against me as his lips sucked, as his tongue traced, as his teeth grazed.
Then his head shifted, teasing my other nipple until my fingers were digging into the back of his head.
He moved between, pressing a sweet kiss to my skin before sitting back.
My own hands grew bold then. Desperate to feel his skin against mine, I worked the knot of his tie free before tossing it on the cushion. Next went his jacket. Then I worked the buttons of his shirt downward and pushed the material free.
A soft whimper escaped me at the sight of him. The subtle indents of muscle, the mosaic of his tattoos, the pink and white slashes of healed scars—more of them than seemed normal.
My fingertip moved out, tracing over the largest of them. Beneath my touch, his abdominal muscles twitched, tensed, shook. Emboldened by that reaction, I traced another scar, then another.
Beneath me, his hips involuntarily bucked upward as his fingertips dug into my thighs.
I teased a fingertip down the center line of his stomach. Venezio swallowed hard, his gaze molten as I found the waistband of his pants, tracing it for a second before working his belt clasps loose and then turning my focus to his button and zipper.
Finished with that, I reached inside, closing my hand around his thick length, loving the way Venezio’s whole body jolted and his breath hissed out from between his lips.
I stroked him up and down. Once. Twice. Three times.
My thumb teased across the head, and the movement had his hips jerking up into my hand.
“Do you…” I said, my hungry gaze sliding to his.
Please, please, please have what we need to do this,I silently begged as the pressure in my core became acute, painful.
Venezio gave me the tiniest of nods as he shifted slightly to snag his wallet, searching blindly in it, then coming out with the foil.
A relieved whimper escaped me, the sound making Venezio’s eyes warm and his lips twitch.
He pushed my hand away, then quickly protected us before fisting his cock with one hand, and reaching for my hip with the other. He pulled me down, but just slightly.
My brows furrowed as my gaze landed on his.
Then the tip of him traced up my cleft, teasing around the sensitive bud of my clit until I was rocking, until I was moaning, until the pleasure felt close to pain.
Only then did he guide himself back down again, pausing as he pressed against me, a thick, promise of fulfillment.
Desperate for the fullness of him, I lowered down. As he slid inside me, dual gasps escaped us at the stretch.
The look of pure, primal pleasure on Venezio’s face as he settled deep inside me was an image that would be seared into my brain forever.
“Babe,” he rasped, fingers tightening on my hips. “I need you to move.”
My body agreed with that, my walls tightening around him in a way that had a growl escaping him.
I shifted up, then lowered back down, letting out a moan at the sensation.
The need overtook me then, removing any chance to take it slow and easy, to savor the moment.
I started to ride him hard and fast, letting out a deep groan as he began to rock up into me, forcing me to take him deeper each time.
“Venezio,” I whimpered, shaky, breathless.
