Our temporary break hadn’t cooled either of us down.
Brando was a man who brought me all-consuming pleasure in bed, buthispleasure. My pleasure was his alone to give, my needs his alone to satisfy. Sometimes, though, he allowed me to explore what belonged to him this way, watching, wanting, holding back on a tight leash.
When I did, there was always a jealous glint in his eye—almost a ferocious need to stop me and take over. He always did.
“I take back what I said,” he said, his voice rough, his body moving closer. “You’re going to fucking killme.”
“Then we’ll go together,” I said, opening my eyes to his. Not an ounce to drink and he was drunk on something. “I’ll welcome it.”
Growling, he came down, finally stopping me, his mouth crashing into mine. He kissed me until I was breathless, panting, not a thought, sane or not, in my mind.
“Even your thighs are fucking slick.”
His mouth roved over my skin, lower and lower…until…he opened me up wider, his tongue,oh my God…The ceiling really did start spinning and stars danced behind my closed eyes as I cried out his name.
He didn’t stop there.
Rising above, his mouth came over mine again as he entered me in a hard stroke.
He groaned, his head tilting back, his mouth parted. “I’d die if I couldn’t have you,” he said in Italian.
I’d die if I couldn’t have you.On anyone else’s tongue, the words would have been cliche, outdone, but on his, they seemed made for him to speak.
I couldn’t answer. One stroke and he’d stretched me close to beyond my means.
Slowing, he gave me time to adjust, to welcome him, but then he became thunder under the covers. Pushing us both to sweat, to make noises he usually had to swallow when other people were in the villa.
He was just getting started.
He hadn’t given over, not entirely, and to spur him to almost violence, I wrapped my legs around him tighter, my heels digging into his firm ass, pulling, taking, settling into an oblivion full of pleasure and pain—the pain made the pleasure almost unbearable.
“More.” He pressed deeper, face full of complete ecstasy. “Più profondo.”
“I—” I shook my head, hardly able to agree or not, but my body defied my mind. I welcomed him even deeper, and he took his pleasure, almost splitting me in two, but at the same time giving it back tenfold.
He was holding back, not killing me, but coming close.
“Ah!” A strangled moan seemed to shake my world before I knew I couldn’t hold on any longer.He had exhausted my stamina, pushed me closer and closer to the edge, and when I went over, I went over hard.
I shook and trembled and quivered.
The noise he made when he emptied himself inside of me made me shake and tremble and quiver all over again. The third time was even stronger, because I was so effing sensitive from the last two.
My eyes refused to open, my entire body lifeless, all my energy siphoned and drained. After a minute or two, he moved us so that we were facing one another, but still joined.
He leaned in and kissed my face. All over. “You’re going to be sore.”
“Yes,” I breathed out, the high still surging.
He went to move, to separate us, but I held him close.
“Don’t,” I said. “I don’t think I could stand the separation.”
He kissed me once more, then relaxed with a sigh. I could tell he was staring at my face. “You’re drunk, baby.”
“Maybe.”
He snorted. “Matteo’s going to feel neglected if you keep making him take the bottle. He eats because I have his food, but he gives me the evil eye.”
