I close my eyes, my head falling back, and just let myself feel.
This is what I've been missing. This is what I've been craving.
Her.
I can feel the pressure building, the familiar tightening in my balls. I'm on the edge, so close I can taste it.
"Elsa," I groan, my hips rocking against her. "I'm going to come."
She moans again and takes me deeper, her hand moving to cup my balls, gently massaging them. That's all it takes. I come with a guttural groan, spilling myself into her mouth. She swallows, her throat working, her lips still tight around me.
She keeps going, drawing out my orgasm until I'm spent, my body limp and trembling. I slump back against the bed, boneless, my heart pounding in my chest.
She lets me slip from her mouth and looks up at me, her lips glistening. She licks her swollen lips, and I groan.
"Sei incantevole," I say. "You're going to be the death of me."
She crawls onto the bed and straddles my lap, her knees on either side of my hips. The skirt of her dress is still bunched up around her waist, and I can feel the heat of her through my pants. I'm still half-dressed, and she's still mostly dressed, and it's all wrong.
"What does that mean?" she whispers against my lips.
"It means you're enchanting," I say, kissing her.
She furrows her brows lightly. "No one's ever called me enchanting before."
"Everyone you've ever met is an idiot," I say.
She laughs, a real, unbridled laugh, and I feel it in my soul. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me again. This kiss is different from the others. Slower. More deliberate.
More intimate.
I can taste myself on her tongue, and it's surprisingly hot.
My hands go to her hips, and I pull her closer, rocking against her. She gasps into my mouth, her hips rocking back.
This dress is an affront to my sanity.
But before I can do anything about it, she's climbing off me.
"Where are you going? Get that gorgeous ass back over here, or I'll drag it back myself," I say.
Chapter Six
Elsa
I stand and let him watch me. Let him see the dress he does not like. First, I take my shoes off, toss them somewhere behind me.
When he realizes what I’m doing, Antonio leans back, propped on his elbows, watching me with those heated eyes.
I hook my thumbs into the sides of my panties and slowly slide them down my legs.
I can hear him breathing in the quiet room.
He pushes himself up to sit on the edge of the bed. His dark eyes are locked on my hands. He looks half-wild, all that practiced charm gone, stripped away to raw desire. The sight sends a fresh wave of heat through me. I drop the panties to the floor.
His gaze is a brand on my skin, and my body responds, nipples hardening into tight peaks, a fresh gush of slick heat between my thighs.
I reach under the dress and unhook my bra, then slowly slide each strap down my arms. I pull it out and toss it with my panties. He groans, the sound so low and guttural it sends a shiver through me.
