“Why?” I demanded.
“Because.”
“That’s no answer.”
“You want my dick filling you up all night long,duci, then it’ll be?—”
Before he could finish that audacious demand, I snatched the foil wrapper and tossed it over my shoulder. Not letting him argue, I stroked his cock until he moaned.
“Miedda, Kitty, what you do to me.”
“It’s mutual. But if I wanted you to use a condom, I’d have asked.”
I squirmed on top of him because I was so unbelievably ready to have him fill me. Still, I knew better than to move on my own. I felt his tension, knew he wanted to come, and that he was so ready turned me on even more.
When, with a huff, he helped me sit higher on my knees, his hands on my hips and taking the brunt of my weight, I held his cock upright and then, slowly, gradually, I sank onto it.
My high-pitched groan of relief was nothing to the Sicilian curses that flew from him.
I’d come to learn that when he switched into his mother tongue, that was the equivalent of his brain—not his mind—being blown.
“You feel so good, Stan. So hard. So thick.”
He growled something else I couldn’t understand, but his body bowed beneath me, his tension clear.
“You didn’t… take care of thisbigproblem on your own?” I drawled, giving his dick a squeeze with my internal muscles.
More Sicilian.
Hiding a laugh, I let him bring me down, humming delightedly at the connection. I needed to come so badly that it hurt, and I knew he felt the same, but mostly, I wantedthis. The bridge between us. Nothing, not even latex, separating us.
With his help, curses in Sicilian falling from his lips, he repositioned me back where I’d been earlier. On our sides, my thigh cocked over his hip, his hands on my ass to keep me close.
“You ever need to torture me in the future,duci.” He sounded breathless. “This is the way to do it.”
Smiling, I hid my face in the curve of his throat, feeling the comforting presence of his bobbing Adam’s apple against my cheek.
Gradually, his breathing calmed, and I didn’t tease him that much, just held him deep inside me. Hot. Full. Safe.
God, I’d needed this more than I realized—the craving for release was nothing in comparison to the craving for him. Forus. For the beat of his pulse over my skin, my fingers blindly tracing the shadows where flowers and paisley motifs decorated his pecs, his heat warming me through.
The tension in his body dissipated. His dick might have twitched inside me, and his fingers might have clawed at my ass, proving that he got it too—but he remained silent.
No words required.
We had enough action to speak for us.
THIRTY
STAN
It might have started out feeling like hell, but it quickly turned to heaven.
And I slept.
I fucking slept.
The whole goddamn night through.
