Without preamble, I stroke my fingers over her nipples and Bianca’s breath does more than hitch now.
“You’re—you’re making it hard for me to think right now,” Bianca says breathlessly, her fingers carding through my hair.
“Good,” I murmur, one hand on her breast while the other starts to undo her pants.
I pop open the button before I finish popping off the last of her shirt buttons with a series of sharp yanks.
It’s a power move, wrecking her clothes, and I know it and she knows it but whatever.
I’m just so fucking glad she’sokayand that she passed.
Bianca giggles as she helps me out of my shirt. “But I really want to tell you how it went. I don’t think the video does it justice.”
“You can tell me later,” I mutter against her mouth, nipping her a little bit. I let my shirt fall to the ground and buck into her. “Much,muchlater.”
Bianca grips my neck as I drag my knuckles down her stomach to her waist, feeling the soft skin rasp against my calluses.
I start to undo her belt. “I mean it when I say that seeing you step into who you are supposed to be is such a fucking turn on.”
She laughs, pushing her hair out of her face. “Has anyone told you that you have issues?” she teases me.
“Yes,” I say honestly. “You’ll want to not do that to your hair.”
“Why—?”
I lock my eyes on hers as I sink to my knees, dragging her pants and underwear—black lace, god it’s the gift that keeps on giving—down with me. “Because you need to hold on.”
“Hold on to?—”
I shoulder her thighs apart.
There should be foreplay.
I should tease her, leave a couple bite marks on the soft skin inside her knees, and take her back to my place to finish the job.
But I’m good with my mouth and I’ve never been good at waiting, so I brace my forearms against her thighs and lean in, pressing my mouth against her pussy.
I nearly groan at the first taste of her. She tastes so good.
Above me, I hear Bianca exhale and when I glance up, her lips are parted and she bucks her hips. “Ohshit, Alessandro,” she gasps, eyes fluttering shut. I shift one arm up across her hipbone to hold her upright and lavish her clit with my mouth.
Bianca moans as I figure out her sweet spots and memorize the way she tastes.
I move the hand that’s not holding her up and gently, carefully, work two fingers inside of her.
Above me, she swears, tightly, and there’s a thud that must be the back of her head landing against the door.
She’s warm and slippery and it makes me dizzy.
I keep up my rhythm, adding a third finger and smirking when I hear her cry out.
“You should have seen Dominic’s face,” Bianca pants, “when I was successful.”
I pull away to look at her. “I never want to hear Dominic’s name cross your lips when I’m three fingers deep in you,” I snarl, feeling a surge of possession run through me.
She looks down at me. “I’m just trying to tell you how much it pissed him off that I succeeded.”
“And I’m telling you I don’t want to hear it when I’m eating you out. I can stop.” I make a show of removing my fingers from her wet heat.
