“What the hell?” I demand, pressing my hips into the ground. I’m so fucking desperate for any friction right now.
“Lie back,” he orders as he unbuttons his shirt and tosses it to the side, exposing his sculpted body. I push myself up to my forearms and admire him.
Alessandro is all muscle—lean and toned with a well-defined chest.
A light sprinkling of hair forms a dark patch in the center of his chest and a dark line trails down into the waistband of his pants.
Alessandro quirks a dark brow at me. “Do you see something interesting?” he drawls.
Smirking, I get up onto my knees and look up at him, sliding my hands along his inner thighs. “Yeah, you.”
He fumbles with his belt and pants and they slap against the ground, his belt buckle pinging as it hits the hardwood floor.
But I pay it little attention as I slide my hands up to grasp his ass.God, what a work of art.
“Bianca,” Alessandro rumbles warningly.
I hush him as I massage the muscles of his ass and thighs. “You got to tease me earlier. It’s my turn.” I pull my hands out and slide them over the material of his boxers instead before pressing a kiss just below his navel, letting my tongue flicker over the downy line of hair.
He groans, sliding a hand over my hair.
With one swift motion, I yank his boxers down and help him step out of them, tossing them aside with the rest of our clothes.
Alessandro’s cock is before me now, erect and beautiful. Mouth drying, I wrap my hand around him and stroke gently.
Alessandro leans his head back, breath hissing in through his teeth. “I—oh fuck,” he manages to get out.
God, I love it when he can’t form coherent sentences.
It’s so nice to see other than the calm, collected Alessandro.
I bend forward and swirl my tongue around the head of his cock.
“Fuck!” he moans as his hands move to thread through my hair, guiding my head up and down his length.
I slide my mouth up and down his cock, enjoying the feeling of his hands curling around my head.
The sounds he is making causes my blood to boil as well as making me completely soaking wet.
I lose myself in what I’m doing: in the velvety texture of his cock, the spicy scent of his skin, the salty, musky flavor in my mouth, the rock-hard muscles of his body where my free hand caresses in small circles—and always the sounds: throaty, masculine, needy.
And all for me.
Alessandro yanks my head back so hard that I’m pulled away from his cock. “I can’t take it any longer,” he rasps. “I’m going to fuck you.’
About fucking time.
I was going mad earlier when he had me pinned against the door and was eating me out. “Then get on with it,” I counter, tossing my head with a smirk, my lips swollen and tingling.
He pounces on me and rolls so I’m on top of him.
Well, this is surprising. I would have thought he’d want to be on top.
Kneeling astride his hips, I reach down to take his cock in my hand again.
He moans as I position it at my entrance, then he groans again, louder, as I sink down onto him, taking every last thick inch of him fully into my warmth.
I throw my head back, reveling in the feel of him within me, of being filled and stretched and joined with him.
