While the beauty squad started to set up their things, Nazzareno took the ties of the robe and pulled me close with them. Staring into my eyes, he backed me up until we were in our suite. The door clicked with a softting, and it was the opposite of the look on his face.
His hand slid underneath the robe, caressing my bare skin, until both of his hands were on my hips, burning me down to the bone.
“What did you say to me in Rome? My woman has needs…”
“Yes,” I breathed out, closing my eyes, and then breathed in deep. His cologne and my perfume made the perfect scent in the room we shared.
If both of our essences danced through it, it was an erotic one. And I took another shuddering breath when it hit my nose at the same time one of his curled fingers drifted over my thighs.
“Open your eyes,uccellino selvatico.”
As slowly as his finger had floated over my skin, my eyes opened to his. At the intense look, like he was ready for dinner after he’d been out hunting too long, my hands reached for his wide shoulders. I clawed at him, and he hissed out a breath at the same time he pulled my back toward him, my hips jutting out to give him easier access.
He said something in Italian when his eyes roamed over my soaked thighs and stilled on mycucchia.
“Mine,” he snapped, but it was almost whispered.
I could only nod. Words were failing me as I opened to him.
His fingers slipped inside of me, and I gasped out at the surge of pleasure. Slowly, he started to move them, until I was begging into this mouth, asking for more.
“Is this what you need, Ava?”
“Yes!”
“Tell me what you need.”
Garbled words came out before I could form coherent ones. “More of you.”
It felt like he curled his fingers inside of me, and my entire body convulsed as I rode out the drowning wave. When I could breathe again, my cheeks heated some at how fast he could make me orgasm. My eyes blinked open to his.
Nothing had cooled.
He stuck his two fingers in his mouth and pulled them out slowly, groaning as he did. “You taste so fucking sweet on my skin.” He used the opposite hand to skim my lips. “Do not be ashamed of what my body can do to yours. This man’s body bows to his woman’s only.”
My hands reached out for the wall as he got down on his haunches, just like he did the night he set me on the pedestal and started to kiss my skin.
Higher and higher, until his tongue was licking my thighs clean.
When his mouth pressed against me, breathing me in, tasting with flicks of his tongue, my cries sounded like they were hitting turbulence.
It felt so, so fucking good.
He increased the tempo, and I sank my fingers into his hair, pressing myself against him even harder.
The Rose 5000 had nothing on him.
His fingers pumped into me as his mouth sucked and his tongue licked.
I was so sensitive from before, but my body stubbornly refused to give in. It wanted more, more, more…
“That feels so good,” I barely got out. “Ah!”
He started biting me, sucking, increasing the tempo.
Fuck.
I couldn’t hold on.
