"Yes, let you." She caresses my cheek. "And afterward, when we are both spent, you will hold me and tell me how lucky you are to have such a beautiful, sexy woman by your side."
"You think you're in control here?"
"For tonight I am." She pushes up on her tiptoes, getting closer to my ear. "So what do you say, Gabriele?"
The way she drags my name out sends a shiver of desire down my spine. She pulls back and waits for my response. There's only one I can give her.
"Lie on the bed, on your back, dolcezza, and prepare to see stars."
ELEVEN
Katya
For a momentI thought I'd gone too far, but when Gabriele tells me to lie on the bed, satisfaction washes over me that he's prepared to do things my way tonight. It's not that I haven't enjoyed the way he's fucked me before, because I have. The pleasure he's brought me has been more intense than anything I've known before.
It's just that I want something more, to feel connected, if only briefly. Though he'd never admit it, I understand he's not ready for us to be face-to-face and I won't push him on that.
But I need to believe it will be possible for us to stare into each other's eyes as we make love one day.
Lying back on the bed, I part my legs. It feels a little embarrassing to display myself so blatantly, but the heat in Gabriele's eye banishes my self-consciousness immediately. I prop myself up on my elbows and watch as he strips out of his clothing. This is my first time seeing him undressed.
In a suit, Gabriele is a commanding presence, a man I just can't help staring at. Naked, he's a god.
The first thing I notice, of course, is his cock, jutting proudly from his body. It's impressive but I don't dwell on it, allowing my gaze to drift over the rest of him instead.
His legs are long, his thighs powerful. His abs are toned and his chest is muscular. I'm surprised to see he has a tattoo. So far he hasn't struck me as a man who favors embellishments but there it is, over his heart. The tattoo is of a pair of jet-black wings shaped like a V, with an inscription above them I can't read.
"Voliamo nell'ombra," he tells me. "We fly in shadows."
Interesting. "Is that your family motto?"
"No." He offers no further explanation. I’ll ask about it some other time.
"Can I get a tattoo?"
"And ruin your flawless skin?" He shakes his head. "I don't think so."
I'm about to sass him with the news that if I want a tattoo, I'll damned well get one, when he stalks toward me, grabs my ankles and yanks my ass to the edge of the bed. He treats me to a smoldering look that makes my pussy clench before dropping to his knees.
"So pretty," he murmurs as he spreads my thighs farther apart.
I hold my breath waiting for Gabriele to begin, hoping he can make this good for me. He doesn't disappoint.
The first swipe of his tongue along my sensitive flesh sets the tone for what's to come. There's a confidence in the way he laps at me that tells me he knows exactly what he's doing.
With his palms on my thighs, he holds me open for his thorough exploration. He licks me with the flat of his tongue, eliciting a moan from deep in my throat. Then he swirls the tip of his tongue around my entrance before pushing it inside me.
I throw my arm over my eyes as he continues his ministrations. My hips buck off the bed as the intensity of this sensual torture threatens to overwhelm me.
Gabriele flattens a hand across my abdomen to hold me down. I try to wriggle free but it's impossible. He's got me where he wants me, and I won't be moving until he decides to let me go.
He murmurs something in Italian that gets me all hot and bothered and pushes two fingers inside me. At the same time, he circles my throbbing clit with his tongue.
If I thought him a god, the way he worships my body makes me feel like a goddess. He slides a hand up to curve around my breast, teasing my nipple until it hardens into a tight peak as he curls his fingers to tease a sensitive spot inside me.
The pressure that's been gradually building inside me bursts free and I scream Gabriele's name as I hit a climax that makes me temporarily lose my senses. For a moment I feel as if I'm floating high above myself. Then I slowly come back down to earth.
My body still trembling from the aftershocks, I sit up. Gabriele still kneels between my legs, looking entirely too pleased with himself. He's an arrogant bastard but he has reason to be.
