He pushes back. “Take the rest of your things off.”
He gestures toward my underwear as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed to watch. I’ve forgotten how to breathe as my trembling fingers fumble with the clasp of my bra. I can’t get it undone. I start to panic. I bet he’ll send me away if I cry and how mortifying would that be?
“For fuck’s sake, take a seat.” He pats his thigh, and I practically collapse in his lap, feeling small and vulnerable, but his warm hand grazes over my back as he murmurs in my ear, “Relax. This part won’t hurt a bit.” I take a shuddering breath, grateful for the assurance as he undoes the fastening with ease. My bra falls to the floor, my nipples pebbling from the cooler air.“Bellissima.”He drops a soft kiss on my shoulder. And another. He peppers my collarbone with butterfly kisses, muttering endearments in Italian as he moves toward my throat and then my jaw. Tendrils of excitement slither along my skin, sweeping my nervousness away. “I want to kiss you everywhere, Francesca.”
I nod helplessly because I want that, too. He shifts me in his lap so that we’re facing one another, my legs tucked on either side of his hips. My fingers curl into his strong shoulders when he claims my mouth. The liquor flavors our kiss, the first time I’ve allowed myselfto savor the taste. I tentatively return his exploration with my own tongue. Just as kissing doesn’t feel quite so awkward for me, he twists us around again, laying me back on the sheets. They’re cool and my nipples tighten further under his heated gaze.
He tugs off one of my heels and then the other, the pair clunking on the floor. “Good riddance.” I’m still not a fan of high heels.
He chuckles. “I’ll buy you a pair of stilettos for the wedding, so you’ll dance barefoot with me.”
“Youwouldhave done that, but we’re not getting married.”
My reminder dies under the force of his devilish grin as he crawls over me, nuzzling my throat and kissing my chest before he captures one of my nipples with his lips. Heat sizzles between us as he sucks, the sensation streaking down to my pussy. I squirm beneath him. He’s making it impossible to stay still, and there’s this throbbing building between my legs. I feel like I’m already on the brink of an orgasm. Touching my breasts on my own has never had that effect. His hand palms the front of my panties, covering my mound. I arch like a bow, desperate for his touch. “Please,” I pant.
Pressing down firmly on my clit, he starts to rub and stars explode behind my eyelids. I twist beneath him, bucking my hips, insensible of everything else. A wavering moan pushes past my lips. My toes curl and, as I crest, I see how he drinks in every second of my climax, like it’s a performance he wouldn’t miss for anything.
I came for Carlo. Really fucking fast. "Another first and all mine," he rasps.
Before I can be embarrassed, he rises to his knees and grasps the waistband of my panties. He yanks them down, exposing the rest of me, and there’s that rumbling sound of satisfaction again when helightly touches the trimmed curls down there. “My sweet Red,” he groans, appreciatively. I think my entire body blushes in response.
The picture I painted in my mind when I thought this up isn’t reality. I’m not the seductress. He’s in control. I imagined it would be something to endure. Carlo seems determined it will be something I enjoy.
He shoulders my knees apart, his hot breath tickling my heated skin. Curiosity thrums through me, and I watch with wide eyes as he kisses the insides of my thighs. Then, he settles a little lower and gives my slit a leisurely swipe with his tongue. “Oh God.”
“No, you’ve turned away from that path, remember, Sister Donnelly? I’m the only god whose name you’ll scream tonight.”
He spreads my legs further, nipping at my most sensitive, private places. He flicks my clit with his tongue and then licks me from front to back. I can feel myself getting wetter as he laps up my arousal and groans about how delicious I am. His thumb takes over circling my nub. My nipples are aching for attention. He grasps one of my hands and places it there. “Play with them,” he orders. I’ve decided to be his good girl tonight, so I obey.
Any knots in my stomach unraveled long ago as he teases me. I’m going to come again. This one takes longer to arrive. I try to chase it, but he is patient, locking down my hips so I can’t scoot away and promising it will happen. It does. Powerful and earth-shattering, it’s heavenly. Everything else sort of melts away. There's only me and what he's doing and the moment as the aftershocks continue to pulse through me.
With his mouth glistening, he gives me a wolfish grin as he stands and admires my naked body. He starts undoing his belt. Propping upon my elbows, I watch as his pants drop to the floor. His erection hides behind his boxer briefs, but I can tell how excited he is. And how big. I swallow hard.
“Do you want to back out of our deal?” he asks. I shake my head. “I’ll be as gentle as I can.”
The consideration catches me off-guard, like it’s some trick. Stubbornly (and stupidly), I shake my head again. “Fuck me how you want it so you can get this out of your system.”
He shakes his head this time. “More spirit than sense.”
I glare at him, but it doesn’t stop my eyes from tracking over his broad chest with its sprinkling of dark hair as his powerful arms push his underwear down. His abs are chiseled. His body narrows at the hips where he has that lovely V, and there’s a trail of dark hair leading from his navel to his cock. I can’t help the way my eyes widen, but hopefully, he won’t tease me. Nestled among a thatch of black curls, his cock is veiny, thick and very much erect.
“Okay,” I whisper, trying to assure myself I can do this.
His brow furrows. “Just okay?” Startled laughter escapes from me at his annoyed tone until he pulls a condom out of the drawer. “I wasn’t sure if we’d use these once we marry.”
“We’re not getting-”
“It would impede your plans to have a kid this soon anyway.” Is he suggesting I’d have a say in how soon we'd have one? I shove those questions aside as he climbs back on the bed. “Are you certain you want this tonight, Francesca?”
His concern over my consent isn’t what I expect. Maybe I should make him swear again not to marry me once this is over. As it is, I can’t do more than nod.
“Thank fuck,” he growls, nudging my legs apart with his own and centering himself. I barely have a second to draw a deep breath before he starts pushing his way inside. Oh God, what have I talked my way into? My eyes squeeze shut, waiting for this invasion to be over. “Breathe,” he murmurs in my ear.
I inhale, exhale, and he pushes forward a bit more. It's…uncomfortable. Seeking distraction, my fingertips drift over those scars on his back. What exactly caused them? His wife might ask, but she won’t be me. I continue to inhale and exhale until his cock has fully claimed my pussy.
“Are you alright?” His voice is strained, and I realize my nails are digging into his skin.
“I’m okay.”
