“Hmm?” he hums in the back of his throat, eyes locked on my breasts and hands plumping the sides.
“Will you kiss me again?”
Cool blue eyes shoot back to my face. “Oh,cara…” He leverages up, his erection pressing back against my stomach as his face hovers over mine. “You never have to ask.”
Hard lips meet mine, and I let my eyes slide shut as I meet him stroke for stroke. Giulio kisses like a man who knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s dominating and in control, and yet there’s also a hint of fierce need that reminds me I’m not the only one who’s been thinking about this exact moment. We lie there just like that, our mouths meeting in a tangle of teeth and lips and tongue. I suck in a breath when I can, right before he dives down and kisses the oxygen from my lungs all over again.
It isn’t until the fabric around my rib cage loosens abruptly that I realize his hands have moved around to my back and unlatched my bra. I keep kissing him as he pulls the straps the rest of the way down my arms and then removes the item from my body completely. I’m bared from the waist up, my chest ondisplay, and a flush rises up from the bottom of my soul to pepper my skin with a pink hue.
Giulio chuckles as if he senses it, and when I peek my eyes open, breaking the kiss, I realize it’s not because he senses anything—it’s because heseesmy blush. His own eyes are open and roving down over my mostly naked body, hunger in their depths.
“Oddio,” he rasps, the accent of his Italian phrasing thick.
My breasts rise and fall with rapid movements as I inhale sharply, trying to catch breath that doesn’t seem to want to stick around. His hands cup my breasts again, and his thumbs flick over the hardened nubs of my nipples, making my back arch toward him as a startling pleasure shoots through me.
Man, being married rocks, I think absently as Giulio leans down, and this time, when his mouth touches my skin, it’s without any barriers. Kissing each nipple in turn, Giulio lavishes them with silent praise and attention. The skin of my thighs chafes against the roughed hair on his as he continues to hold me open so that his cloth-covered cock can brush against my panty-covered pussy.
A frustrated groan rumbles up my throat.I want more!My hands delve into his dark curls, and I lock on, tugging lightly to let him know that playtime better hurry the fuck up. Otherwise, I might just flip him over, straddle him, and end it all right now.
The earlier hunger that’s been eating away at my lower belly is blooming into a full-blown gluttonous rage. I can feel how wet I’m becoming beneath the thin fabric of my underwear, and every minute brush of my pussy against the panties is quicklymaking me lose my damn mind. More moans fall out of my lips as Giulio ignores my tugging warnings and bites down on one nipple before suckling it with reverence.
No one has ever spent this long just paying attention to my breasts, and though I like it—really fucking like it—my needy pussy is screaming for some care of its own. Undulating my body under his much larger one, I settle my grip into his hair and yankhard.
“Giulio,” I gasp out his name, a desperation that is all new to me.
When he comes up, his lips glittering with wetness, I have to catch my breath. If I thought he was handsome when he smiled, like this—all sex-ready and carnal hunger—he’s devastating. Keeping my hands locked into his hair when he moves to go back to my breasts, I let loose a very unladylike growl.
“If you don’t get my panties off in the next ten seconds and fuck me, I’m going to scream,” I warn him.
One corner of his mouth quirks up. “I have a feeling,cara,” he says, one thumb coming up to rub, teasingly, against my lower lip, “that you’re going to be screaming before the end of the night anyway.”
I have absolutely no response to that because I hope he’s right. He takes pity on my poor sexually starved soul, anyway, and doesn’t make me wait any longer. In the split second it takes for me to absorb his words, Giulio’s weight comes off me and then his hands latch on to the sides of my underwear. A quick yank, and the fabric is gone, sliding right off my legs.
When he comes back over me, I realize he’s removed his boxers as well. The hot, hard heat of his erection rubs againstmy skin, and I can’t help but look down at it. Thick and long, with a vein running up the underside of the shaft, Giulio’s cock is a magnificent, proud thing. Curving slightly upward toward his belly button even as it juts out from his body, I’ve got to admit that it’s kind of pretty.
Weird, I think.Cocks aren’t usually pretty.
Reaching down with one hand, I cup him and realize that I can’t close my fingers around the circumference. Mean Daisy grins wide and welcome.
Oh, shut it, you bitch, I mutter mentally, but I can’t fault her for her smugness. This is turning out to be an incredible idea. Sex with Giulio La Rosa is mind-blowing, and he isn’t even inside of me yet.
Because she is me, Mean Daisy hears that thought and laughs.You know what they say about criminals, she says.
I mentally frown.What do they say about criminals?I ask.
Criminals fuck like they fight—hard, fast, and with a lot of expertise.
Her answer is there one moment and gone the next as Giulio groans and rocks into my hand, stealing all of my attention. I squeeze him a bit harder, watching with fascination as his jaw goes rigid. Then, with a carefulness that I struggle to maintain, I rub my thumb up over the mushroom head of his cock, smearing the clear bead of fluid there.
Giulio’s groan turns into a growl of need. “You better stop that if you want this to last, Daisy,” he warns me. I’m not sure I want it to last. The longer he’s on top of me, naked and sexy as hell, the more I want him to fuck me—fast, hard, and without reserve.
Pressing down against the mattress with one elbow, I leverage up and kiss the underside of his jaw as I squeeze his cock down below again. “We can always go a second time,” I murmur with a smile.
Just like that, playtime is over. My hand is ripped from his shaft and pressed into the mattress, and my smile is devoured by a harsh kiss that steals the breath from my lungs. My legs are spread, and his cock notches right at the entrance to my pussy.
I gasp out a plea as he rises away from me and glances down at our nearly joined bodies. “Damn you, Daisy,” Giulio mutters, sounding aroused and angry.
“What did I do?” I pant.
