“You told me it’s your favorite,” I say, twisting my hands nervously before pulling my hands apart when I realize what I’m doing. “I made gelato for dessert. I had an Italian roommate once who taught me how.” I spent several hours making tonight special even before I learned it was going to be our last together.
“They’re both my favorite,” he says, flashing a boyish grin that tugs at my chest. “My family always found it odd for an Italian boy to like meatloaf as much as I did, but I guess that should have been my first clue that I didn’t belong.” He doesn’t lose his smile as he walks to me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into a kiss that sends my toes curling. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
“God, I’m starving,” he rasps, dipping his face into my neck and I hiss out a breath when he licks my throat even as the hand around my waist drops to my ass, fondling me over the sexy little dress I chose for tonight. I whimper when he pulls our groins together, the press of his erection against my sex working only to send an ache to my most intimate parts. “Hmm, I could work up an appetite.” He mouths my ear, licking at my shell and biting at my earlobe, making me shudder.
“We should eat,” I whisper, my arms circling his shoulders, burying my face in his hair as he nuzzles my skin and sighing at the scent of his cologne, one I am madly going to miss.God.“The food will get cold.”
“You worked so hard on it, I ought to give my thanks to the chef first.”
“You haven’t even tasted it,” I chuckle, the sound quickly turning into a moan when I feel his hand snake between my thighs, squeezing me. A moan catches in my throat when his hand trails inside my leg until his fingers are rubbing my soaked folds. He stills against me, pushing back to look at me.
“You’re not wearing anything under this dress,” he says, those dark eyes lighting up with heat. Enough of it that I feel my skin get scorched. “How can you expect me to focus on dinner knowing you have nothing underneath?”
“It was supposed to be a surprise… Oh!” I cry out when he draws his finger between my folds, sending a wave of heat rushing through my body when his digit brushes against my clit. “I…I had a plan to seduce you.”
“Well, it’s working.”
“Not like this,” I choke out a laugh, fingers squeezing his arms when he begins to rub small circles around my clit. “Oh God…Ghost…” I bury my face in his neck when his fingers start moving roughly over my clit. He uses his knee to force my legs further apart and I’m helpless to do anything but comply.
“Why don’t you tell me about this plan you had?”
My head is swimming with pleasure, unable to make sense of what he’s saying. Not with his fingers quickening over my swelling bud and sending pressure building in my core. “Oh God.”
“Your seduction plan, baby. What was it?”
“Dinner first,” I choke out, digging my nails into him when he pushes a finger into me. “I…oh God, I was going to…I can’t think. Jesus, Ghost, I can’t think.”
“Should I wait to see for myself then?”
“Yes, oh God, yes…” I tear at his shirt when he starts thrusting his digit in and out of my wetness. I get lost in the pleasure of it. Those hard muscles holding me up, the warmth of his breath fanning my skin and sending goosebumps licking up my body. He pulls me closer to the edge with every stroke.
“I want you to come for me,gioia mia,” he rasps into my ear, a crook of his finger sending me over the edge. I come with a sob, clenching and unclenching around his digit in pulsing motions. He strokes me through the orgasm, thrusting through my wetness, and all I can think of is his hardness inside of me,filling me with his cum. Marking me as his so that I’ll remember the feeling no matter what corner of the earth I’m in.
“You’re so fucking hot when you come, you have no fucking idea!” he growls, backing me to the wall. My hands hang loosely on his shoulder as he unfastens his jeans and yanks down the zipper. He pulls my hips closer and I whimper when the blunt head of his cock nudges at my entrance, a fresh wave of need flooding through me. “I can’t get enough of you, Iris. I never will.”
“I can’t either,” I whisper, burying my face to kiss his neck so he doesn’t see the wet sheen in my eyes. “I always want you, Ghost. Take me. Make me yours.”
He thrusts himself into me with enough power to send me up the wall. I cry out, fingers digging into his skin as he buries every inch of that hard cock into my pulsing pussy. He’s so big and my body hasn’t yet adjusted to his wide girth, so I welcome the pain that comes with the pleasure. He yanks down the top of my dress, letting my breasts spill out of it and when he leans down to take a beaded nipple between his lips, I cry out. My sex clenches hard around his shaft, pulsing needily as he sucks at my bead, rolling his tongue around it until I’m practically rocking into him, hoping to ease the ache between my thighs. “Ghost!”
He releases my nipple with a wet pop and brings those heated eyes back to mine. The need in them floors me. I read affection in his eyes and it chips at me. What I’m going to do to him chips at me.
Will he ever forgive me?
Whatever feelings he has for me…how long will they linger before he moves on to another woman.
“Iris,” he rasps deeply, grabbing my ass cheeks as he rocks into me, those intense eyes unraveling me. “So beautiful. All mine. You’re mine.”
“Yours,” I choke out, pushing in to kiss him as he drives his cock into me, stroking me faster and harder each time. The kiss is wet and desperate, loaded with feelings neither of us dares to voice. Our bodies fit together like a puzzle, moving as one. My mouth clings onto his as he hammers into me, faster and deeper, pulling me back onto the edge I just climbed off.
Yours.
Forever yours.
The words are silent in my heart as I come apart, clenching hard around his shaft. He slams hard into me twice before he follows, groaning against my mouth as he pours himself into me. Our bodies tremble together, shaking through the orgasm that robs us of our breath. I sob as pleasure floods through me, cinching hard around him until I’ve milked him to the last drop.
We’re panting when he collapses against me, burying his face in my neck. I nuzzle his hair and push back the tears that threaten to spill. I can’t cry. Can’t let him know how much heartbreak we’re about to endure.
