But it’s not just the way his mouth moves against mine.
It’s deeper in my core, a mounting sensation that makes my toes curl and my skin sing.
Delirious.
The back of my legs hits the side of the bed and I fall back, Alessandro discarding his pants quickly before climbing on top of me.
He slides a hand under my back and pulls me up until I arch for him.
His lips move from my lips to the curve of my jaw, imprinting himself on me.
They move to my mouth—kissing, sucking, nipping in a way that makes me moan.
His hand moves to palm my breast, fitting inside his hand perfectly.
Like a perfect puzzle piece.
His tongue traces down my chest to my nipple, swirling around the bud as I keen, his teeth biting down just so, eliciting a delicious pleasure that radiates from my chest across my body like the sun—burning heat.
A noise escapes my lips as I feel liquid pool between my legs.
Fuck—it’s insane how much I want this man.
How much I cannot get enough of him. How much I want to be devoured. Consumed.
And I want to consume him in return.
Reaching down, I undo the button at the top of my pants, kicking them down my legs.
There’s too much barrier and I want skin. Friction.
After a moment of struggle, the fabric of my underwear and his boxers are the only separation between our bodies—preventing the connection I so desperately need.
Alessandro chuckles. “Someone’s eager,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting along my jaw.
“The audacity,” I murmur.
He laughs before he sits up, ripping my underwear off before he removes his boxers to expose every last glorious inch of him.
God, seeing him naked is such a treat. I so deserve this.
Reaching forward, I wrap my hand firmly around his cock.
He’s just so thick and big.
Every time we have sex, I worry he won’t fit.
He groans—a guttural noise at the back of his throat as I pump him a few times, running my fingers down the vein protruding underside.
“You’re fucking wicked, Bianca,” he murmurs, moving forward as I let go of his cock.
He positions himself at my entrance and his hazel eyes meet mine. I give a single nod of consent.
Without waiting another second, he moves his hips forward, pushing the length of his cock into my pussy.
I cry out at the stretch, my fingers grasping at the bed sheets, pulling them up as my body adjusts to him sheathed inside of me.
“You okay?” he whispers, his body bent over mine.
