Her balance as precarious as her heart’s yearning, Sam bowed back.
Something dark and wicked shone in his eyes as they trailed over her breasts and lower. Much lower where her pink thong was mostly damp and swallowed up by her folds. “You’re so beautiful, Sam. I don’t know where to begin. If I’m not careful, I could—”
“I don’t want careful, Alessandro,” Sam said, leaning forward. “If so, we should stop now before I—”
Another kiss and this one was pure male dominance, with all his expertise pitted against her relative inexperience.
His fingers trailed all over again, tracing her scar, playing with her breasts, drawing circles around her nipples, tugging at the diamond piercing at her belly button, leaving pockets of heat wherever they went.
“God, you’re such a tease.” Sinking her fingers into his hair, she tugged.
Laughing against her thudding heart, he bent. Tongued her nipple in a wet lash. Did it over and over, a featherlight touch that disappeared too fast for her to pin down.
She looked down, and he looked up as his mouth closed over the taut peak. That simple, searing eye contact was the most erotic thing she’d ever known.
How Alessandro looked at her—as if everything about her was fascinating, as if he couldn’t get enough—was just as arousing as what he did to her with that mouth. He thrummed her other nipple with his fingers as he drew the first one into his mouth and suckled, hard.
Rivulets of sensation zoomed down to concentrate at her core.
Fighting his hold, she moved up on him, and they both groaned. He sucked and tugged at her nipples until she was so sensitive that she couldn’t take it anymore. She writhed on him, trying to find the right angle, while release hovered just out of reach.
Sinking her fingers into his hair, she tugged hard. “Give me what I need. Make me come. Now.”
“I told you I like you best demanding and clingy.” With that, he ripped her thong off. His thumb found her clit and stroked, slower and gentler than she needed, fingers dipping into her wetness.
“Cristo, you’re so wet,” he said and then dripped her dampness all over her clit. Over and over, up and down, he played with her folds, flicked her clit but not enough to get her off.
Sam bent her spine, buried her mouth in his neck and bit him.
His laughter joined the symphony of sensations sizzling across her skin, a kaleidoscope of pleasure urging her on and on. Then slowly, ever so gently, he penetrated her. One finger, then two.
The fit was tight and burned, and Sam never wanted him to stop.
“Maledizione, you clench me so tightly. What will you do to my cock, Sameera?” He thrust his fingers in and out, stretching her, his long fingers pressing and nudging a spot inside of her that made her shudder.
Sam rocked in tune with his thrusts, every inch of her coalescing at that spot.
On and on, he caressed her, urging her on with his filthy words. Never shifting his gaze from hers. She was chasing his mouth at her nipples for a deeper pull, his fingers inside her for a better angle, but it was his eyes that made her fly.
One second it wasn’t enough and the next too much. Pleasure fluttered its wings across her body, spiraling down and down, until it splintered. She moaned and rocked into it, desperate to hold on.
Alessandro lavished openmouthed kisses over her neck and shoulders, his fingers still wrenching the after-tremors inside her.
“You come so prettily, Sam. The sounds you make…” he said, his mouth at her temple, his fingers pulling out of her with a squishy sound, leaving her feeling achingly empty. “I need to feel you bare,bella.”
Then he was pushing down his sweatpants onto his corded thighs, pulling her up onto his abdomen until his shaft pressed up against her sensitized clit. The heat from his skin burned her, the slide of that thick length against her folds making her arch into him.
“Inside me,” Sam whispered. As long as he made her feel like this again. As long as he looked at her as if he wanted to consume her. “Now, Alessandro.”
She was a rag doll in his arms as he lifted her up, tore open a condom packet and rolled it down his length. And then the broad head of his erection notched at her entrance. The sight of him playing with her folds, draping himself in her wetness…made new embers heat through her.
Sam watched in growing fascination and spiraling alarm. He was big, and it had been so long for her. It was going to hurt. Just as she braced herself to not betray too much, he cupped her hips, lifting her.
Panting, she pushed down her weight, hands on the slopes of his shoulders. “No, here. Now.”
“Even if you’ve come, it will hurt like this. You’re fragile.” His refusal was steel even as his gray gaze was hazy with lust.
It was the wrong word to use on her. She wanted no accommodation, no second-guessing on his part. She wanted him to take her without apologies.
