“You’re my addiction, Valentina… and now I’m going to use my mouth until you overdose.”
“Enrico…” she breathed, almost pleading, her hips lifting toward me.
“Easy, amore mio,” I murmured against her sensitive skin, my lips brushing her clit, drawing a sharp moan from her. “I want to savor every inch of you. I want to lick you until you beg for more.”
Before she could answer, I dragged my tongue slowly from her entrance up to her clit, feeling every tremor, every involuntary spasm ripple through her body.
The hot, wet pressure of my mouth on her most sensitive spot ripped a deep, uncontrolled moan from her that echoed through the kitchen.
I gripped her thighs, holding her open as I ate her with hunger, taking my time, exploring every reaction, every sound, every taste.
Valentina writhed, moaning loudly, unable to stop the spasms taking over her body as my attention intensified.
My hands slid to her hips, holding her firmly in place, keeping her completely exposed for me. When I felt her nearing the edge, I pulled back slightly, lifting my gaze to meet hers — her eyes glassy with desire, desperate.
“Please… don’t stop,” she begged, her voice weak and shaky.
I smiled wickedly.
“I won’t, tesoro. I want to feel you come in my mouth. Then I’m going to fuck you until you forget your name.”
Without waiting, I went back to her with even more intensity, sucking her clit almost aggressively, driving her straight into orgasm.
Her hands tangled in my hair, her legs shaking violently around my shoulders as she screamed my name, completely losing control.
Valentina came hard against my tongue, moaning desperately. And that was only the beginning.
She was still trembling when I rose, taking in her flushed face and glazed eyes. Her chest heaved, lips parted as she tried to catch her breath.
“You have no idea how long I waited for this, Val,” I rasped, my fingers gliding over her hot, damp thighs. “You can’t imagine how many times I thought about you… how many times I dreamed of tasting you again. This was just the first.”
I still have five years of longing to take out on you.
She bit her lip, shooting me a loaded look as her hands slid down my chest to the waistband of my pants, urgency burning in her touch.
“Then don’t make me wait,” she whispered, opening my zipper, her eyes daring me. “Show me how much you need me.”
Her sweet, provocative voice nearly destroyed me.
Her hand wrapped around my cock — rock hard, throbbing — pulling a rough, satisfied groan from my chest. The sensation of her touching me again after so many years was indescribable — pleasure and relief colliding like a shockwave.
She stroked me slowly, confidently, with a familiarity that drove me even crazier.
I yanked her dress up and off in one swift motion. Her bra and panties followed in a rush. I paused only to take in the sight:
Valentina.
Naked on the kitchen counter.
Flushed.
Open.
Waiting.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I murmured honestly, sliding a hand over her breasts, squeezing gently, feeling her nipples harden against my palm. “I never forgot how perfect you are. No other woman compares to you.”
She swallowed, eyes locked on mine as she spread her legs wider, inviting me.
