He then climbs off the bed and unzips his trousers, pushes them down along with his boxers.
And then he's naked before me.
And he's… magnificent.
He's all hard muscle and raw power, a predator in his prime.
But it's the look on his face that truly undoes me. A look of such raw, unfiltered hunger that I feel it like a physical touch.
My gaze drops to his cock, heavy and erect, jutting out from his hard body.
My mouth waters.
The memory of my head dangling off the arm of the couch, Roberto feeding me his cock until even my breath belonged to him
I want that. I want him in my mouth.
He climbs back on the bed, and I expect him to climb on top of me, to finally give me what I've been craving all night.
But he doesn't.
He kneels between my legs, his gaze hot and intense.
He leans forward, bracing his hands on either side of my head, and lowers his head to my ear.
"I'm going to eat you now, Olivia," he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. "I'm going to eat your pretty little pussy until you scream."
My body clenches, a fresh wave of arousal flooding me.
"I want everyone to hear you screaming my name," he continues, his words a dark, delicious promise. "By the end of the night, everyone in this hotel will know you belong to me."
He kisses my neck, a soft, possessive kiss.
Then he starts to kiss a path down my body, a trail of fire that leaves me aching for more.
He's in no hurry, and it's driving me insane.
He takes his sweet time, exploring my body with his mouth, tasting every inch of me, from the sensitive skin behind my knees to the hollow of my throat.
He's marking me, claiming me, and I love it.
I love the feeling of his mouth on my skin, the rough scrape of his stubble, the possessive way he holds me down.
I'm writhing on the bed, my hands fisted above my head, my body a live wire of sensation.
I've never felt so wanted, so desired, so utterly consumed by another person.
He's not just having sex with me.
He's devouring me.
He finally reaches the apex of my thighs, and I hold my breath, my entire body tensing in anticipation.
He looks up at me, his eyes dark and fathomless in the soft light.
"Look at me," he commands.
I force my gaze to meet his, and the intensity I see there almost makes me come undone.
