“Say my name.”
Her voice came out as a rasping whisper. “Angelo.”
“Goddamn right.” He flattened his tongue over her bundle of nerves and swished it back and forth, alternating with the pressure of his relentless pulls. She began to climb, her insides clenching, her body rocking to the internal rhythm he’d set inside her.
“Yes!Yes!Angelo!” The peak came too fast for her to brace, and he knew it because he took that moment to drive her higher by sinking two fingers into her channel.
Her inner walls clamped on him as her release hit hard and fast, stealing her breath and most of her brain cells.
When her body landed, she was cradled in Angelo’s arms and his lips were on hers.
The flavor of her own release shocked her, but mixed with the taste of him, it sent her into overdrive. She grabbed his shoulders and locked her ankles around his back.
He was all muscle and masculine perfection, his stiff cock huge and pulsating against her needy center.
But he didn’t join them yet, just continued to plunder her lips until she was shaking for more.
“Please. I need you inside me.”
He hummed against her, and the vibration made her toes curl.
“Condom,” he gritted out like it was a curse to be dealt with. Bracing his weight on one arm, he reached out with the other. Through her haze of desire and the release he’d just given her, she registered the sound of the drawer opening, then a condom packet tearing.
She opened her eyes, determined not to miss a single moment of him rolling it over his thick cock.
Her insides trembled at the way the tendons in his forearm rippled as he rolled the latex to the base in one stroke.
When he positioned himself, his gaze pinned her. “Last chance to change your mind.”
“I never change my mind,” she managed in a breathless voice.
He sank into her in one slow thrust that forced the air from her lungs. Her inner walls clamped around his length, and she threw her arms around his neck to pull him down on top of her.
When he was rooted deep in her core, they shared a moan. She rolled her body against his, and his breathing went ragged.
“Move!”
He laughed against her neck, but it turned into a growl as he pulled out almost all the way before driving back in. Each thrust hit something deep inside her that made those stars burst across her eyelids again.
She met him stroke for stroke, digging her nails into his back as he moved faster. His thrusts turned punishing, and she cried out with increasing desperation.
Their mouths collided in an endless kiss. There was nothing soft or gentle about this. Just two people finally taking what they needed from each other.
“Harder!” she gasped out.
He angled his hips, driving deeper. The new angle had her seeing white. She was close again, tension building, coiling impossibly tight.
“Christ, Trouble. I can’t last. Fuck! Come for me.” His rough command in her ear sent her body into spasms. The orgasm ripped through her, more intense than the first, and she felt him follow a heartbeat later, his entire body going rigid as he groaned her name.
They stayed like that for several moments, panting and coming down from their high. He kissed her with a tenderness that shouldn’t fit with the brazen lust they’d just shared.
But it did.
When he finally withdrew and disposed of the condom, he returned to bed and pulled her into his arms.
Neither of them spoke, as if they both knew words would complicate this.
And she wasn’t ready for complications.
