He crashed his lips against mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as his hands roamed over my body. I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his hair as I kissed him back just as desperately, my skin burning wherever he touched me.
He palmed my breast through the lace before slipping his fingers beneath it. I gasped against his mouth, my body arching into his touch as his thumb grazed my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck. His breath was hot against my skin, each kiss and nip leaving a trail of fire in its wake. “Absolutely perfect.”
I shivered as his lips moved lower, teasing the curve of my breast before his tongue flicked over my nipple. A moan spilled from my mouth, and I clung to him as he alternated between soft, teasing licks and firm, deliberate suction. My body was a live wire, every nerve-ending alive and begging for more.
“Raffaele,” I gasped, my voice breaking as his teeth grazed my nipple. The combination of pleasure and pain left me trembling, my hips shifting against him in a silent plea for more.
His dark eyes flicked up to meet mine, his lips curving into a wicked smile. “Tell me what you want, Vivian.”
“I want…” My words faltered, my cheeks flushing as I struggled to find the courage to say what I was thinking. But I didn’t need to. He already knew.
I pushed against his chest, and his brow furrowed for a moment, confusion flickering in his gaze. But he let me guide him, sitting upright on the couch as I rose to my feet. His hands rested on my hips, his thumbs brushing against my bare skin as I stood in front of him.
“What are you doing?”
“Something I’ve been thinking about for a while.” My cheeks burned as I reached for him, my fingers trailing down his chest to the waistband of his pants. “Something I want.”
“Are you sure?” There was an uncharacteristic vulnerability in his voice, like he was afraid of pushing me too far.
“I’m sure.”
His eyes darkened, his lips parting as I tugged his pants down and freed his thick, hard cock. The size of him made me hesitate for a fraction of a second before I wrapped my fingers around, and he let out a low groan, his head tipping back as I stroked him slowly.
“Fuck, Vivian,” he murmured roughly. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I smiled, confidence sparking in my chest as I sank to my knees in front of him. His hands moved to my hair as he watched me with a mixture of hunger and disbelief.
“You don’t have to?—”
“I want to, Raffaele.” I leaned forward, my lips brushing against the tip of him. His grip on my hair tightened, a low curse slipping from his lips as I flicked my tongue over him, tasting the salty evidence of his desire.
I took him into my mouth slowly, my lips stretching around him as I worked to accommodate his size. He was so thick, so impossibly hard. I moved slowly at first, my hands braced on his thighs as I focused on him, on the way he groaned my name, the way his body tensed beneath my touch.
“You’re so good,” he murmured, his voice rough with praise. “So fucking good, Vivian.”
His words sent a thrill through me, and I took him deeper, my hands sliding up to cup his balls. He let out a low growl, his hips jerking slightly as his hand tightened in my hair.
“Relax your throat,” he instructed. “Let me in.”
I breathed through my nose as I took his cock even deeper, my lips brushing against the base of him. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t care. The way he was responding to me made it all worth it.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his other hand coming up to cup my cheek as he guided me, thrusting slowly into my mouth. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”
I moaned around him, the vibrations making him curse again. I hollowed my cheeks, my hands moving in time with my mouth, and that was all it took.
“Vivian,” he cried out, his release hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed every drop, still stroking him as he shuddered beneath me.
I pulled back slowly, my lips swollen and my chest heaving as I looked up at him. He pulled me into his lap and crushed his lips to mine. His hand slid between my legs, his fingers finding my clit.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured against my lips, his tone filled with both awe and satisfaction. “Do I do this to you?”
I nodded, moaning as he circled my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me. I reached down, intending to still his hand, but instead, my fingers brushed against him, finding him already hard again.
“How is that even possible?” I asked.
“Because you’re so fucking sexy, Vivian. I can’t get enough of you.”
