A couple of beats of silence pass as my words slowly register. "Y-you wanted to kiss me?"
“I did,” I rasp, sliding the hand on her chin around her neck to cup her nape. “More than I want anything in the world.”
“I… I’m not drunk now.”
“No, you’re not.” I push in and fasten my lips over hers in a kiss I have every intention of taking slow. All good will and intentions fly out the window when I taste her lips. A low growl climbs out of my throat as I move my lips over hers in a kiss that quickly turns hot and wet. She whimpers, her hands landing on the center of my chest as I take possession of her lips.
“Mia passerotta, open for me,” I breathe into the kiss, using my free hand to nudge her mouth open. My tongue sweeps in the second her lips part under mine, groaning at her taste. Heaven above, she’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
I've wanted this – her – for so fucking long. I fantasized about the moment I would get to possess her sweet lips. Any control I had snaps in half as I slide my mouth wetly over hers, my tongue stroking hers with the need to possess. To mark. To claim.
Mine.
I slide a hand down to her ass, squeezing her over the skirt and pulling her tight against my erection. She kisses me back with just as much vigor, making these tiny gasping noises as she rubs her tits against my bare chest. Her hands slide over my shoulders and chest, trying to touch and feel everything at once, even as she arches against my cock.
With a growl, I lift her onto the dresser, tugging up her skirt to bunch around her waist before settling between her legs and pushing against her pussy. Fuck, I could come like this, thrusting against her panties as I ravage her sweet mouth. I slide my hand to the back of her knee, making her whimper as I caress her soft skin.
Fuck!
“I want to taste you,” I rasp, tearing my mouth away to trace it up her neck. She moans when I gently bite her earlobe and kiss the flesh behind her ear, tracing my tongue over the shell. “I bet your pussy tastes just as good as your lips.”
She shudders against me, her breathing growing ragged as I kiss a path down her neck. Her head falls to one side to give me better access, and her hands tighten on my shoulders. “You’re wet for me, aren’t you? Am I going to find your panties drenched when I touch you?"
“Dante,” she whimpers when my right hand starts gliding up her thigh and jerks against me when my fingertips touch her panties. Her hands tighten on my shoulders as I slide my middle finger over her cotton-covered crotch and press against her softly before rubbing at her slit.
She cries out, her head falling back and rapping against the wall as I start stroking her clit in firm circles. “Dante, oh my God!” she chokes, her eyes fluttering and chest heaving with every panted breath.
My eyes drop to her small breasts with the little points pushing against her top and my mouth salivates at the thought of licking her, feeling the velvety softness of her nipples against my tongue.
“Your pussy is so wet for me, baby. How long have you been this way?” I rasp, rubbing her clit as I nuzzle my face into her neck, kissing and nibbling her skin, moving down. “Tell me!”
“From before,” she whimpers.
“When you were watching me?”
“Yes. When I was watching you.”
Her admission sends blood roaring in my ears. I ache with need. My breathing is labored as I pull my hand from between her legs and reach up to pull down her top. I groan when the move exposes the pale and pink of her tits, nipples pebbled for me. I’m practically salivating as I lean down to close my lips around a pink bud.
“Fuck!” I growl into her chest, rolling my tongue hungrily over her nipple until we’re both panting and she’s writhing helplessly under me. “I need to have you!” I say hoarsely, dragging my tongue between her breasts before surging up and taking her mouth in a hard kiss. I pull back and press my forehead against hers, my heart racing with need for her. My cock throbs fiercely with the desperate need to be inside of her. To take and claim her as I've longed to for months!
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you this way?”
She shakes her head. “I thought you didn’t want me.”
“I’ve wanted you from the moment I spotted you in that church, looking like a goddamned angel. You stole my breath away,” I rasp, brushing my mouth over hers before moving back down, trailing my hungry lips over her neck and tits, sucking the tight buds between my lips before moving down to her belly, my breath ragged as I kiss her. “I saw you walk in with the bride, but you shone the brightest to me, and I wanted to damn it all to hell and fuck you against those church pews.”
“You wanted me?” she whispers, seemingly in disbelief.
“Why don’t I show you just how much?” I growl, dropping to my knees next to the dresser. She gasps when I twist her thong in my grip and yank it down her thighs before tearing it off. I grab her ankles and yank her to the edge, leaning down to brush my lips over her inner thigh. My nostrils flare when I catch thescent of her arousal, so sweet and delicate. Just like the rest of her.
“Fuck!” I push in and bury my nose between her thighs, groaning as I breathe her in, cursing myself for waiting as long as I have.
Three fucking months! I’m practically a saint at this point.
I could have had this—her—sooner if I’d been clear with her about my feelings. So much time wasted pretending I didn’t want my tongue and cock buried in her pussy. But I don’t have to wait any longer.
I grip her thighs and dip my tongue between her folds, groaning fiercely at her flavor. Sweet. Arousing. Intoxicating.
