"Please what?" I pull the lace aside but don't touch her yet.
"Please, I need—" She breaks off on a moan when I finally taste her properly.
"Così perfetta," I murmur against her. So perfect. "Così dolce." So sweet.
Her hands tighten in my hair as I work her with my tongue. When I slide two fingers inside her, she nearly comes off the bed.
Sophia
His mouth on me is everything and not enough. My hands tangle in his dark hair as he works me with his tongue, and I can't stop the sounds spilling from my throat.
"Lorenzo, please—" I gasp when he adds another finger, curling them inside me.
He pulls back just enough to look up at me, his brown eyes nearly black. "Please what, tesoro?"
"I need you inside me."
"You have me inside you." He demonstrates by thrusting his fingers deeper, making me cry out.
"You know what I mean."
He stands slowly, deliberately, never breaking eye contact. His shirt comes off first, revealing the lean muscle I've memorized with my hands but never get tired of seeing. When he reaches for his belt, I sit up.
"Let me."
My fingers shake as I work the buckle. He's so hard I can see the outline through his pants, and my mouth waters. When I finally free him, he groans.
"Sophia—"
I wrap my hand around him, stroking once, twice, before he grabs my wrist.
"Not yet," he says roughly. "Lie back."
I do, scooting up the bed. He follows, covering my body with his. The weight of him, the heat makes me feel safe and wild at the same time.
He positions himself at my entrance, then pauses. "Look at me."
I meet his eyes as he pushes inside, slow and steady. The stretch burns in the best way, and I dig my nails into his shoulders.
"Fuck," he breathes against my neck. "You feel incredible."
He starts to move, each thrust deliberate and deep. I wrap my legs around his waist, changing the angle, and we both moan.
"Harder," I beg.
His next thrust is rougher, deeper, and I cry out in pleasure.
"Like that?"
"Yes, God, yes."
His pace becomes punishing, perfect. The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust. I want them to hear. I want everyone to know I'm his and he's mine.
"Touch yourself," he commands, voice strained. "I want to watch you come."
My hand slides between us, finding my clit. The combination of my fingers and his cock has me racing toward the edge embarrassingly fast.
"That's it," he encourages, watching my face. "Let go for me, tesoro."
