He jerked his hips up, his sweatpants came down. Her breaths became a struggle as he took her palm and wrapped it around his shaft. A shuddering hiss filled her ears.
He was steel cloaked in velvet as she pumped up and down slowly. Sensation fizzed around in her body, thrill and power and arousal colliding like fizzy bubbles.
His fingers pulled her hair away from her face, a dark humor in his eyes. “Open up, then, Sameera. Let’s see what you can do today then,sì?”
It was her turn to swallow.
His mouth curved into a sardonic twist. “Not time yet to swallow,bella.”
“Don’t mock me, Alessandro.”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
Leaning forward, she licked the head where a bead of pre-cum glistened. He was salty and musky, and Sam went back for more. But for a breath before that, she looked up at him.
Head thrown back, the thick veins in his temple and neck stood out in stark relief. That didn’t last for long, though.
As Sam continued to lap him up, up and down, over and under, his thighs turned granite under her fingers and his gaze locked down on her. As if seeing her do this was more arousing than the sensation of her mouth on him. Every new thing she tried, he let out a long growl, thrust his hips up as if he couldn’t help himself.
Opening her mouth wide, Sam took as much as possible of him, and that wasn’t much. His head barely touched her throat.
He cursed, long and filthy. “Slow down,bella. Breathe through it.”
When she did it right, he went a little farther. In and out, she followed his command, hollowed her cheeks out, until the head hit the back of her throat. But he always pulled back before it became too much.
“You’re such a good girl here, Sameera,” he said, his words husky and gravelly. “If I had known you would submit so prettily to whatever filthy demands I make of you, I’d have made you go down on your knees the first time.”
Sam looked up, eyes blazing, heart pumping fast, his taste an explosion on her tongue. “Well, now you know,” she said catching a breath.
His grin was wicked, harsh, full of arrogant need. The floor at her knees was rough, his grip in her hair was rough, her mouth began to ache, but she had never felt more gloriously alive.
“Basta, Sameera!” he said, pulling out of her mouth.
“No, I want you to finish in my—”
Lifting her into his lap, Alessandro smiled against her mouth. She kissed him back sloppily, breath out of rhythm, cheeks aching, lips sensitized, but God, she wanted him to know how she felt. “Come in my mouth,” she said with a pout. Between their bodies, his erection notched tightly against her belly.
He was shaking his head, tugging her to her feet. “Whatever you’re trying to prove, Sam,” he said, tightly clasping her face in his palms, “you don’t have to. You’re more than enough for me.”
Words burst out of her. “Prove it, then.”
A teasing glint appeared in his eyes as he played with her lower lip with the pad of his thumb. It was a gentling of sorts… “Prove it how,bella?”
“I don’t know… I just want you mindless, like you make me.”
“Come with me, then.” A wicked glint shone in his eyes.
Sam followed him as he brought her to a vanity table. New sensations skittered across her skin as he got her naked within seconds. His legs kicked hers out wider, and pockets of heat broke out all over.
While she watched their reflection in the mirror, he thrummed her all over. Her skin was flushed damp, she was panting and vibrating with need when he finally bent her over and stroked into her without hesitation and Sam had no rational thoughts left.
Everything on the vanity went flying as he slammed into her. “Look at me, Sameera,” he whispered, his chest falling against her back. Watching her, moving through this moment with her. Binding her to him.
Sam looked in the mirror, and there he was. Dark and broad, eyes shot with lust, skin damp, desire etched into every pore. “See how mindless you make me,bella. See how I do not care that you’re all swollen and puffed up down here. See how much I mark your tender flesh. See how desperate I am to come inside you, over and over.”
A dark smile edged his lips. “You ruin me every time you let me do these things to you, Sam. And somehow you remake me too.” His mouth came to her shoulder.
Sam braced herself, her core fluttering, clenching and releasing, around his thick length. But there was no escape from him, inside and out, and she didn’t want that. Tingles raced down when he dug his teeth into her shoulder just as he stroked out and in.
