Regardless, I settle into the chair, getting comfortable as she undresses for me.
Moonlight spills in through the window, casting her in a divine light as the material of her dress slides down to pool around her feet. She holds my gaze as she removes her bra and shimmies out of her thong, leaving her in nothing but a pair of gold stilettos.
My eyes burn a path down the length of her body, drinking in every detail of her full breasts and the feminine flare of her hips. She didn’t need a dress to look like a goddess tonight. She already was.
She comes to me on her own and straddles me, and my restraint hangs by a thread. I want to sink deep inside her and fuck her until my dick gives out, but Abella has other plans.
She touches my face, soft fingers mapping out every detail with naked reverence. It’s the most unguarded I’ve ever seen her.
“Angelo,” she whispers my name like a prayer, leaning closer, lips a breath from mine.
When I don’t refuse her, she kisses me hesitantly, still waiting for my rejection.
I slide my palms over the curves of her hips, gripping her roughly. “Take it.”
She lets out a moan, slipping her fingers through my hair and holding me there as she deepens the kiss. When her lips part, I sweep my tongue into her mouth and taste the sweetness of cherries and a years-long addiction.
My participation feeds her urgency, and she starts grinding down on me as she works open my trousers between us. A second later, she has her hand around my cock, stroking me like she has to get me off—she doesn’t care how or where. But I fucking do.
I break the kiss and lift her by the hips, growling out my demand.
“Sit on it,cara.”
I have a VIP seat as she drops herself onto my cock with a shudder, sliding down the length as I stretch her apart.
She grabs my shoulders, using them for leverage as she starts to rock up and down. For a moment, I sit back and soak it all in, watching her ride me.
There has never been a better view in my life.
Her eyes fall back to my mouth, and she brushes her lips against mine, teasing me with another kiss.
“Do you like it?” she asks.
“Yes.”
A rough breath escapes me as she tilts my head back, kissing and biting her way down my neck. She pauses to suck my skin, and I let out a groan. It feels like she’s trying to eat me alive, and if this is how I’m going to die, I’m okay with that.
Before I can see the light, she stops moving entirely, leaning back to ask me the question I knew was coming.
“If you like it, then why didn’t you let me do it before?”
There’s so much vulnerability in her eyes, I can’t lie to her.
“Because I can’t hide the way you make me feel,vita mia.”
I reach up to stroke her face, and she leans into that touch, closing her eyes and letting a single tear slip free. We linger there, letting the weight of those words settle, and then she resumes her worship.
She fucks me sweet, and kisses me rough—licking inside my mouth and biting at me until our lips are raw.
I’m too fucking close to blowing my load, and she hasn’t come yet. So I pick her up and carry her to the bed, wedging my body between her thighs. She wraps her heels around my back as I thrust into her and fuck her deep.
Twenty seconds later, she’s coming all over my cock.
I sink inside her and unleash what feels like ten years of pent-up tension, coming so hard the edges of my vision go black.
I collapse on the bed beside her, then tug her back against me and drape my arm over her waist.
A long stretch of silence follows as I close my eyes, losing myself to the softness and warmth of her body. I could fall asleep right here, but her voice pulls me back.
