But he’s looking at me like he wants me for dessert. Hell, breakfast, lunch, dinner, then dessert.
"Take your top off," he orders. "I want to see those perfect tits."
My hands fly to the hem of my sweater, pulling it over my head. My nipples tighten as he watches me, his eyes dark with a hunger that’s better than any food.
He leans in, taking a nipple into his mouth, and I arch my back, a cry escaping my lips. His tongue circles, teases, and I’m lost to the sensation. I tangle my fingers in his hair, holding him to me, desperate for more, as I work the buttons on his shirt, trying to remove it.
"Roberto," I moan. "Please."
He releases my nipple with a pop, blowing cool air across the wet peak. "Please what, Olivia? Tell me what you want."
"You," I gasp. "I want you."
He chuckles, a low, deep sound that vibrates through my chest. "You have me. All of me."
He leans down, and I think he’s going to kiss me again, but instead he throws his shirt on the floor to mingle with his discarded pants, then wraps his arms around my thighs andpulls me to the very edge of the counter, my legs dangling. A bag crinkles, and the soy sauce bottle rattles.
I’m exposed. I’m completely, deliciously exposed.
He licks a slow, hot stripe up my center, and I cry out, my head falling back. He’s not gentle. He’s hungry. I am so, so wet for him, and I am not ashamed. I let out a moan when he pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking hard. His tongue is everywhere, hot, slick, demanding. I’m writhing, I’m trying not to, but my hips are rocking, chasing the feeling.
He doesn't stop.
He adds two fingers, curling them inside me, finding the spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes. The pressure builds, a tight, coiling thing in my belly.
I lean back on my elbows and watch him, his dark hair moving erotically between my spread thighs. His tongue lapping at my clit.
I feel the orgasm starting, a warm, tingling rush that starts at my toes and works its way up. I'm close, so close.
He pumps his fingers in and out of my pussy, stretching me, filling me, and I'm lost.
“Come for me, Olivia,” he commands.
And I do.
I shatter, a wave of pleasure so intense it steals my breath. I'm crying out, my body convulsing on the cool counter, my hands fisting in his hair as I ride out the aftershocks.
“Youtaste so good,” he says, and then he licks my pussy again, slow this time, making me cry out in sensitivity. I can see the evidence of my arousal glistening on his lips. "Taste."
He leans forward and takes my mouth in a deep, all-consuming kiss.
His tongue slides inside, a warm, wet invasion. He kisses me like he’s trying to consume me, and I kiss him back with the same desperation. I can taste myself on him, a tangy, intimate flavor that makes me even wetter.
He pulls away, and I try to follow with a whine.
"Spread your legs wider," he says, his voice a low growl.
I do, my muscles straining. I feel the cool air on my pussy, and I can't help but blush.
His fingers return, circling my entrance. He pushes in slowly, deliberately, stretching me.
"Are you ready for me, Olivia?" he asks.
I nod, unable to speak.
"Use your words."
"Yes," I gasp. "I'm ready. Please, Roberto. I need you."
