His hands slid up my legs, and my skin broke out in goosebumps. He moved his fingertips slowly, teasingly, from my knees up, pushing the hem of my dress up higher to my hipbone. My legs parted, and he looked. A shivering moan danced out of his mouth as he slipped beneath the soaked lace of my underwear. “Fuck, Carolina. Come sei bagnata.”
“Yes. I don’t think I’ve ever been that wet before.”
His thumb found my clit and moved in circles. Then his finger—no, two— dipped down into my wetness and pushed inside me, building a heavy ache between my legs. I pushed into him, wanting more. “Good God, Mike,” I gasped.
“Yes,” he whispered, yanking at my underwear until it was off. I watched his mouth come closer, his eyes fixed on my pussy. He inhaled me and swore, my low groan joining his curse. The look that crossed over his face, the way his eyes closed at the way I smelled made me spread my legs wider.
Then he tasted me. Fuck. I clenched hard. With his tongue now swirling and his fingers thrusting in and out of, my breath snagged and then came out shakily, my fists digging in the softness of the bed covers.
I heard the unbuckling of his belt, his expert tongue unleashing a custom-made fire inside me. “Don’t do it now. I’m about to come,” I said between breaths.
“I won’t. Gonna come with you.” His mouth continued fucking me. The combination of his voice saying those words, his fingers, and his tongue almost made me fall to pieces.
“Oh, fuck. I can feel you. Don’t fight it.” He slipped a third finger inside me, his shoulders rocking from jerking off, and I screamed.
“Yes, Maggie, scream for me. Vieni per me.” With this, telling me to come for him, he stretched me to the blissful edge of pain. My head fell back, my hands tangling in his curls as I let out successive sharp moans, climaxing over his hand.
“Cazzo,” he groaned repeatedly, his breath catching, and then gasped my name with the final shudders of his own orgasm.
Grinning, I smoothed my dress down and lowered my gaze to his in a daze. This must have been a dream, coming for Mike, Mike coming for me, whisperingmyname as he did. This only happened in my forbidden wet dreams, not in real life.
But he was here, looking back at me, sweating, panting, his eyes on my mouth for a long moment. “Now that that’s out of the way, we can make love all night.”
Scene35
Maggie
With Mike still kneeling in front of me, I sat, panting, as his lips traveled from mine down to my chin, my throat, my collarbone. “Do you have to smell this fuckin’ good all the time?” I asked, my sighs loud, my hands fondling his back down to his narrow hips.
“It’s nothing compared to yours. Been driving me insane.” His mouth glided up to my ear. “And now that I smelled your pussy…” He bit my earlobe, and his groan made me shudder.
I bent my head to his shoulder, my mouth kissing, licking, biting, and tasting his skin. Yummy. Even his sweat tasted sweet.
“I wanna see you,” he murmured, his breath tickling the space behind my ear, his hands pulling on the front of my dress. “I’ve been dying to rip this off you all night.”
My throat suddenly was too dry.Would he like me as much when he saw me fully naked? He had to know I wouldn’t—couldn’t—stack up against the models and movie stars he was used to.
He ripped the zipper of the dress with one swift move. I gasped as my breasts bounced out of the leather, and he swallowed, his eyes glazed with arousal. He pushed the dress open, his hand shaking, my whole body exposed.
“You’re so fuckin’…” His face reddened as his gaze leered back and forth along my figure. He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes hungry as an animal about to devour me.
He swallowed again as he rose, getting his legs out of his pants and underwear. My eyes glued to the cock before me. Mike Gennaro’s cock. The gorgeous, glistening erection of the Italian Heartthrob. My taboo, too-old-for-me, mother’s friend. My own best friend.
All these years, I never dared glance down there, and Mike—despite his movie choices—never went full frontal. Now, his cock was a couple of inches from my reach, fully erected, forme, ready to pleaseme.
All my insecurities blurred away at that moment as I curled my fingers around him, my free hand gripping his ass. His stomach quivered as he arched into my palm. So fucking warm: soft skin, hardwood beneath.
He leaned in, his hands firm on my breasts, moving in slow circles then squeezing. Shaking, I pushed myself back on the bed, and he poised against me. His mouth suckled on my hard nipples, sending a frisson of need down to my center. As his tongue moved along my breasts, it met my scar. I’d forgotten I even had it, but when he glanced up from it to me, the memory hit me hard.No. Not now. Please.
As if he heard my thoughts, he resumed his kisses along my stomach, his hands lingering on my breasts. “I can’t wait anymore.”
“You don’t have to.” I swept the tip of his cock across my entrance, and he trembled.
Mike Gennarotrembled for me.
“Fuck.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Gonna go find a condom.”
My hands tightened around his ass, stopping him. “No rubber. I wanna feelyouinside me.”
