His hand slipped beneath the robe, fingers gently stroking my sex. “I’m going to take a shower. Care to join me?”
I had other plans. I stroked him through his pants, tilting my head back as far as it would go. “I’d rather wait for you here… on the bed.”
Then I pulled him into a deep kiss. He responded instantly, his mouth crushing mine with a hunger that sent a thrill rushing through me. Minutes slipped by, each kiss rougher, needier than the last.
When he’d had enough, he bit down on my lower lip, ignoring the flicker of pain that crossed my face. Without a word, he turned and headed toward the bathroom, leaving me breathless.
I slipped into one of the sexiest pieces of lingerie I owned, a sheer lace bikini with thin leather straps that hugged every curve. After smudging a smoky shadow across my lids and glossing my lips, I skipped the perfume.
Instead, I sprayed the room with the scent of my favorite cologne. The second I heard the water shut off, I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself dead center, my eyes trained on the bathroom door.
A few minutes later, Carlo appeared. A towel sat low on his hips, and droplets of water slid down, over the tattoos inked across his sculpted body. The moment he saw me, his eyes darkened with lust. Without hesitation, he untied the towel and let it fall to the floor. His cock stood hard and heavy, framed by thick, powerful thighs.
He started toward me with slow, deliberate steps. Our eyes stayed locked, the heat between us crackling. At the edge of the bed, he climbed up and crawled toward me. I lay back, anticipation prickling across my skin.
He used his knees to push mine apart, making room for his massive frame. As he moved over me, he guided my hands above my head with quiet authority.
I didn’t resist. There was something intoxicating about giving in to Carlo, letting him take control, letting myself disappear into the intensity of his dominance.
The scent of his skin, mixed with the faint trace of shampoo, blended with the sultry air in the room, wrapping around me, heightening everything. I squeezed his shoulders firmly and lifted myself slightly, signaling that I wanted to switch roles. No words were needed. Carlo lay back.
I straddled his stomach, placed my hands on his chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart under my touch. Carlo reached up and tore my bra apart. My breasts spilled into his waiting palms.
That wicked grin of his returned as he cupped them. “It’s like these were made for my hands.”
I leaned down to kiss him, slow and soft. Then I moved lower, trailing kisses down his jaw, his neck, his abs. Wet, deep, lingering kisses that made him shiver under me. Carlo clasped his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, savoring every second.
When I reached his length, a low groan escaped him. His fingers tangled in my hair as I teased the tip with a lick. I looked up and met his eyes, never breaking contact as I took him deep and drew him in with each pull of my mouth. Before I could finish him off, he pulled himself out of my mouth, fast.
In a flash, like a wrestler flipping his opponent, he grabbed my waist and slammed me down onto the sheets. In one brutal rip, he tore away what was left of the lace on my body and tossed the scraps aside.
Then he leaned down, tongue circling one nipple, warm and wet, making my back arch off the mattress. Goosebumps exploded across my skin.
His hand claimed my other breast, making sure nothing was ignored. At first, his touch was gentle, slow squeezes, soft sucking. But it didn’t stay soft. His grip tightened. His mouth grew rougher. He sucked harder, his teeth grazing my skin, making me gasp.
I cried out his name, but he didn’t stop. He kept going, relentless, hungry, driving me closer to the edge with no mercy. After a few agonizing moments, he bit down on my stomach, not gently, and I gasped.
His mouth moved lower, repeating the same delicious torment along the edges of my sex. I squirmed under his touch, torn between panic and raw desire. My fingers skimmed over the short stubble on his scalp, my voice trembling. “Carlo…”
He lifted his head, eyes burning into mine. “Do you trust me?”
I nodded after a second of hesitation. He lowered his mouth again and devoured me, slow and purposeful. His tongue danced over every nerve ending, dragging me to the edge, only to pull me back.
“Harder!” I moaned.
But he cruelly denied me. He pulled away and lay behind me, his body flush against mine, control absolute.
“Please, Carlo. Make me come,” I whimpered, broken.
He slid his hand under my side, cupping my breast. His other hand hooked under my leg, dragging it over his, keeping me spread open and helpless. His palm flattened against my stomach, anchoring me down. I’d never been this turned on. My body trembled, one touch away from shattering. He knew it. And that’s why he didn’t touch me there.
Instead, he hovered above me, lips brushing mine, his grip possessive. My breast in his hand. My leg over his. My sex exposed and throbbing with need. And all he did was smile.
Then, to my absolute shock, Carlo raised his voice and called out. “Come in.”
My eyes flew open. “What?”
The door opened. A girl with a cascade of black hair stepped inside, leading a man at least three times her size by the hand. Both of them were completely naked. The man wore noise-canceling headphones and a blindfold over his eyes. I stared, mouth open, completely stunned. I had no idea what the hell was going on.
