“When did you know for sure?” I asked.
His fingers moved, gently pinching my nipples. “That I love you?”
I gasped as wetness gushed between my thighs. “Um-hum.”
“Guess.” His fingertips slid on my sides, teasing.
A quiver ran through my body. “And if I’m right?”
“You get to pick which private island we’re going to when we finish shooting.” He edged two fingers between my thighs, and I hissed with pleasure. “But if you’re wrong,” he added, his breaths shallow as his fingers moved in a slow rhythm inside me. “I get to go with you to the Tribeca.”
The sensations he rippled in me scrambled my thoughts. “As…my date?”
He laid me on my back and settled on top of me. “Your date.” He sucked my tit. “Your maid.” And the other. “I don’t give a fuck as long as I’m there with you.”
I laughed. “Okay. How many shots do I get?”
He rubbed his cock against my moisture as he kissed me. “One.”
“Just one?” I panted, my heart and pussy throbbing. “That’s not fair. Not when I can’t focus like this.”
“I never said I’d play fair.” He pushed deep inside me, and I gasped a moan. “Cazzo, come sei stretta, come sei bagnata. You feel so fucking good,” he whispered, his playful tone now shuddering.
I gasped again, my fingers digging in his ass. My mind searched for the right answer, not because I cared whether I won or lost—I was going to ask him to the premiere anyway—but I wanted to know the moment Mike Gennaro, the Italian Heartthrob that had every girl’s heart in the country wrapped around his finger, figured out he was in love withme. “Okay, let me think. When you broke up with Patricia, I was starting high school senior year…”
“Yes.” He began with a slow thrust.
I moaned. “You were shooting that stupid thriller… ” Another moan left my mouth as he pushed a little harder. “When you were done, it was…spring break.”
“Yes,” he groaned as he picked up the pace. He kept his weight braced on his arms so he could look at me.
I swallowed. “We went to Florida with you. You had a fight with Andrea about which movie to make next. You were…ah…unhappy. Thought about quitting.” My hands clenched around his ass. “We became best friends then.”
His strokes were long and smooth. “Yes, Carolina.”
“You wanted me to go to the premiere…and I said no.”
He plunged into me, and I pressed back, the pleasure suddenly overwhelming. “Mike,” I cried out. “Fuck me, babe.”
His arm moved behind my back, lifting me and sliding me a little down. Then he bent, sucking my lips one at a time, his hand squeezing my left tit. “I love feeling your heartbeat as I fuck you.” He slowed down, delaying my orgasm. “I feel your pussy tightening around my cock. God, I love your fucking pussy.”
His thick masculine voice and his way uttering dirty words poured fuel on my desire. “You haven’t guessed yet,” he reminded me, breathing hard.
Who the fuck cares now?
“Okay… You didn’t make any more movies till I finished high school.” I wanted to swallow, but my throat was too dry. “Then I told you I was thinking about going to college in England, and then…” I closed my eyes, and it hit me. He had told me he wanted to go to England, too, for a year to take a break and think about his next move. Then when I told him I got accepted there, suddenly, he changed his mind and signed for another one of his romantic comedies.
That was the moment.
“Fuck!” I opened my eyes, almost into tears.All this time. All this time, Mike.
His thrusts sped up, and I was almost there with him. Then I felt his release inside me as he arched his back with a long groan.
That IUD was a great choice to make. I didn’t know why I’d been denying myself the pleasure of feeling his cum in my pussy. Him coming inside me drove me to my own orgasm. I bucked into him, feeling the damp flesh of his lean, hard body as I clung to him with both arms and legs.
He lowered his head and kissed me. I was still shivering from the force of my release. “Did you figure it out yet?” he asked.
“No. Maybe when I returned from college,” I lied.
