I gasp when the pads of his fingers brush against the swollen spot inside me.
The curl of his fingers quickens, pressing, pressuring rising within me like a tide.
Alessandro’s breath stutters. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you for so long. I want—I want things I shouldn’t want. I want to—I want to swallow your sighs and taste your tears and bury myself so deep inside you that you won’t be able to figure out where you end and I begin.”
His teeth rake against my neck, a gentle scrape follows a nip and a huff of laughter when I gasp, one hand scrambling to grab the wrist of the hand between my thighs.
I am so fucking close, if he just presses a little harder, a little more.
But it’s futile.
He won’t let me come, not unless it is on his cock.
“Please.” I rock against him, my left hand gripping his knee.
The hand between my leg stills and I bite the inside of my cheek, stifling a sob.
“You’ve been so patient,” Alessandro praises. “Do you want that? Do you want me to fuck you? Tell me. I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes. Fuck, yes. I want…” I wet my lips. “I want it. I want everything.”
“My cock?” Alessandro smirks.
Asshole. But I nod. “Your cock.”
He hums, fingers tracing abstract patterns along my thighs, painting my skin wet with my juices. He taps my hip. “Stand up.”
My knees tremble but I manage to haul myself to standing.
“Stay there.” Alessandro’s hands drop to the waist of his pants.
He pops the button and lowers the zipper, lifting his hips to tug his pants and boxers down, stopping as soon as his cock is free.
I press my lips together, trying to fight my moan.
His cock rests against his belly, jutting out from a thatch of neatly trimmed black hair.
He is thick, so thick I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to wrap my lips around more than the head of his cock.
Alessandro runs a fist up his length, watching me with heavy-lidded eyes.
He’s the one exposed and yet the look in his eyes assures me that within the confines of these four walls, he’s the predator and I’m his prey.
Fuck.
He wants to swallow my sighs and taste my tears?
I want him todevourme.
His lips twitch. “Would you like to have a seat, Bianca?”
I exhale loudly.
Alessandro reaches for my hips, drawing me backward onto his lap so quickly after I lost my balance.
I land on his thighs, splaying out, heart racing.
He kisses the shell of my ear. “Breathe. You have my permission to pass out after.”
