He nuzzles my neck. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. You’ve driven me fucking mad.” His tongue licks a stripe up the side of my neck. “Fuck, Bianca. I wonder—do you taste as good as you smell?”
I peer at him over my shoulder. His lips are parted, his eyes dark with desire. “You could find out,” I say coyly.
Alessandro’s smile is devilish. “I think I will.”
I fully expect him to slide between my legs, but to my surprise he brings his fingers to my lips and arches a brow, lips curving in a sly smile. “Go on. Taste.”
I open my mouth to dart out my tongue, but Alessandro presses between my lips, his fingers heavy against my tongue.
I hold his gaze, my tongue curling between the knuckles of his fingers. His breath falters, cock twitching against my ass.
“Stop,” he croaks. He slides his fingers from my lips, the sound of their departure making a quietpop.
I manage a gasp before his mouth comes crashing down on mine, tongue parting my lips, plundering my mouth.
There isn’t a part of me he doesn’t taste or explore.
He growls into my mouth, one hand gripping my waist, the other wet with my spit and arousal and wrapping around the front of my throat, tilting my head just so.
He closes his teeth around my bottom lip, biting down, the sudden but subtle sting making me moan.
He holds me tighter, fingers biting into my skin, his tongue once again parting my lips as if he can eat me whole until there is nothing left.
Alessandro tears his mouth away, the tip of his nose brushing against mine.
His breath fans against my face.
Fuck.
I try to rub my thighs together to alleviate this horrible ache but he’s quicker. One hand drops, his grip against my thigh bruising.
“What did I say, Bianca?”
Fuck if I know. He’s said lots of things.
“When you come”—he rolls his hips against me—“it’s going to be on my cock.” He hums, grip relaxing, fingers no longer biting into my skin. “Well, the first time at least.”
It’s hard to think when his fingers dance up the inside of my thigh. “The f-first time?”
“Did you think it would just be once? Now that I’ve got you right where I want you, why on earth do you think I’d let you go?” Alessandro chuckles darkly. His fingers graze my center over my underwear, making me lurch. “I think I’ve decided, the next time is going to be with my tongue up your pussy. And the third time…” Alessandro rubs me slowly, driving me absolutely fucking mad. “I think the third time I might let you decide. If you’re good.”
I can’t help myself. I whimper.
His grin is absolutely wicked. “You want to be good for me, don’t you, Bianca?” He drags my underwear to the side, baring my pussy to the cool air of the room. “You want to be a very good girl.”
“Please, I want—” I bite down on my lip when he slides his fingers back inside me.
“What do you want?” His thrusts are lazy, but each glide makes the most vulgar noise that makes me nearly cringe from embarrassment. He gives a throaty chuckle. “Imagine how you’ll sound after we’re through.”
My thighs tremble, muscles quaking. “Alessandro.”
“What do you want?” he asks. “You want to come? Ask me for it.”
My head feels heavy on my neck when I nod. “Yes.Please.”
He lets go of my waist, hand gathering my hair off the nape of my neck and brushing it aside.
His lips rest against the bare skin where my shoulder met my neck, his kisses dizzyingly sweet when his fingers are still making filthy noises between my legs.
