“Oh!” I arch into his touch, my entire body a livewire of sensation. His movements slow as he removes my dress and bra, leaving me in just my underwear.
I should feel exposed, vulnerable, but all I feel is beautiful and wanted as his gaze travels over me with raw hunger.
"You're perfect,” he says with a reverence in his tone that makes me believe it.
His mouth traces a path down my neck, across my collarbone, until he reaches my breast.
I gasp when his lips close around my nipple, the wet heat of his tongue sending shockwaves through me.
My hips rise involuntarily, seeking friction against him.
"Cristian," I breathe, not even sure what I'm asking for, only knowing I need more.
He seems to understand what I can't articulate. His hand slides down my stomach, fingers playing at the waistband of my underwear.
When his fingers slip beneath the fabric and find me slick and ready, we both groan.
“Fuck, you’re so wet," he murmurs against my skin. “Just for me.”
Yes, for him.
Only him.
But I can’t form the words as his fingers brush over a sensitive bundle of nerves.
Oh, my God, it feels so good.
Just like it did in the car, except better.
When his finger finally pushes inside me, I’m about to come undone. “Cristian.”
"Relax," he whispers, kissing me deeply as he adds a second finger, stretching me gently.
But I’ve been here before where he pleasures me but then pushes me away. This time, I want all of him. “I want you inside?—”
"Patience. Let me take care of you."
I do, surrendering completely to his touch.
His thumb continues its relentless circles while his fingers curl inside me, finding a spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
The pressure builds and builds until I'm panting, clutching at his shoulders.
"That's it," he encourages. "Come for me, Valentina."
And I do, shattering around his fingers with a cry he captures with his mouth.
As I float back to awareness, my body still buzzing with aftershocks, Cristian presses gentle kisses down my stomach. Amazingly, each touch of his lips sends new tremors through me.
"Amazing," he murmurs against my skin, moving lower and lower.
He slides down the bed, settling between my thighs.
My breath catches when I think I understand what he’s planning.
“Cristian?” Suddenly, I feel shy, unsure.
“You’re alright. Let me show you how good you can feel. Trust me?” His eyes lock with mine, dark and intense.
