I unbutton the top of her jeans and slide them down over her hips, letting them drop around her feet. Now I’m faced with sheer lace, the hint of golden curls just visible beneath the fabric. I inhale her scent deeply; clean, sexy woman and a hint of arousal. More than a hint if I get my way. I want her naked in front of me, but my fucking chest screams like a bitch when I move my arms, goddammit. And if she catches the hint of a flinch from me, she’s going to go all “Sister Lovie” on my ass again.
I tilt my head back to look into her face. “Take off your shirt, beautiful,” I tell her. “I want to see those gorgeous tits.” She reaches for the hem of her shirt and tugs it over her head. When she stretches her arms behind her to unclasp her bra, I suck in a breath at the sight of those glorious globes swinging free. Now I’m torn between burying my face between that lush flesh or drinking from the nectar between her sweet thighs. I brush my lips over her navel, and she sucks in a breath, her stomach muscles twitching. Which makes up my mind for me.
I nudge her panties down, following the trail of neat curls over her mound with my mouth. I press her thighs wider, then dip my head, extend my tongue, and trace it along the line of her slit. When the tip of my tongue flicks over her clit, her nails dig into my shoulders, and she sways. I suck down on the little bundle of joy and slide a finger into her heat. She’s so wet, her sweet juices trickle past my knuckles and coat her thighs. I pump them in, matching the motion of my mouth on her clit.
“Oh, Dario…oh fuck!” she gasps out in time with my deep thrusts. When I sneak a glance up at her face, her cheeks are flushed, her eyes slightly glazed. She’s grasped her tits in both hands, kneading the flesh, tweaking her nipples.
Jesus…that’s so fucking hot!
My cock twitches, and my balls pull tight. I could bring her off this way, but I’m not sure how much stamina I have right now, and I want to be in her.Goddamn!I hate feeling this way…weak as a motherfucking baby.
I pull away from her beautiful cunt, and she mewls.
“I need to be inside you, angel,” I rasp out. “I want to feel that sweet pussy clenching around my cock.” My voice is rough as shit, but that can’t be helped right now. I’m barely holding it together. It’s suddenly occurred to me that I nearly lost her. Not just in that bullshit gunfight, but before…when I told her who I am.WhatI am. Or was.
I don’t deserve her. So sweet. So pure.
But God help me, I need her more than air. I lie back on the bed. After a moment’s hesitation, she steps forward and straddles my thighs. I gaze up at her, so goddamn beautiful as she reaches for the waistband of my sweatpants and carefully tugs them down.
“I won’t break, baby,” I murmur when she moves with so much caution that I feel my impatience swirl. I want to be inside her, dammit. My cock bobs out like it’s ready to break free, and when she closes her fist around it, my breath hisses out. I grit my teeth. The last thing I want is to go off in her hand, but Jesus, every touch is like fire.
I’m burning for her.
Her eyes meet mine as she moves forward, sliding the head of my cock along her slit. Her lips splay over the spongy head, already gaping to receive me, but her intense stare is more about watching my response. Still worried about hurting me, for fuck’s sakes. I raise myself slightly, ignoring the pulling of the damn stitches as I reach for her hips. She gnaws her bottom lip as I ease her over my shaft and press my hips up.
“Oh!” she makes a little choking sound as I breach her. I pull her down more firmly, feeling her pussy stretch wide to take me in. “Oh…fuck!”
“Yessss…” I hiss out. “God…this is where I belong…” My hard flesh is engulfed by her heat. Her tits sway like tempting fruit as her chest heaves, catching her breath. When she moves, my groan is tortured. And she stops.
“Jesus…don’t fucking stop,” I grind out. “Ride me…ride me till you come, beautiful…take me with…”
Her eyes are wide, a little glassy, as she sets up a rolling rhythm with her hips. And I’m happy to let her take charge. Feeling the clutching and spasming of those deep inner walls.
“Oh, God…Dario…so good…” she whispers. Her eyes lock with mine, and I take her hands, fingers entwined as I sink into that hot gaze. I thrust up to meet her, pushing past the tentative pace she’d set, letting the coiling in my belly take us closer to the edge. “Dario! I’m—!” The flush on her cheeks has spread to her chest. Teeth sinking into her lip, pussy tight as a vise; I know the signs – she’s seconds away.
“Come, baby…come with me,” I choke out, not letting her tear her eyes from mine. I need her to know I’m right there with her. Taking as much pleasure as she’s giving. It doesn’t take much more. Her sharp cry of pleasure matches my own hoarse groan, and then I’m shooting off inside her. Feeling her deep spasms draining every last drop.
“Fuck…” I finally manage to gasp out as she folds over my chest. I clasp her face into the curve of my neck, feeling her lips moving there. “You’re so goddamn perfect,” I murmur into her ear. “Jesus…” I squeeze my eyes shut. “I don’t…fucking deserve you.” She draws away, cupping my face in her hands.
“Don’t you say that!” she says fiercely. “Don’t you ever say that again, Dario Caraldi!” She presses her lips against mine, and I feel my mouth curve into a smile. Perhaps I did something in a past life to earn this. Not in this one, that’s for fucking sure. When she lifts her hips and slides up off me, it feels like a part of me is being torn from my body. I swallow hard.
“Did I hurt you?” she asks immediately. I shake my head as she rolls into the curve of my body, nestling beneath my arm. Her fingers are moving over my chest, exploring, examining.
“I’m good,tesoro…my treasure,” I reassure her. “So damn good…” I stare into her face for a second, feeling something falling into place in my mind…in my heart. I rise and leave the bed.
“Where—?” she begins.
I touch a fingertip to her lips. “Wait one minute,” I instruct her, getting up from the bed and heading to my closet to the safe there. I punch in the code, open the heavy little door and extract a black velvet box. Her eyes widen when I return to the bed.
“Dario…”
“Shhh…” I say, opening the box and removing the shining item within. She’s pushed herself up into a sitting position, staring as I remove a strand of glittering diamonds. “I want you to have this,” I say, unclasping the catch at the back and reaching forward, to fasten it around her neck.
“Dario!” she shakes her head. “I can’t…you…”
I lean forward to brush my lips over hers. “You can…it’s yours,” I say firmly. The pendant that nestles between her breasts is like a radiant star…and it couldn’t be more perfectly placed. She trails her fingers along the strand, her lips parted. She shakes her head in wonder as her fingertips trail over the pendant. She pauses as she feels the inscription there. She dips her head, trying to read the words.
“It says ‘Amore Puro,’” I tell her, adjusting the jewelry against her throat. “Pure love,” I translate.
