"Nina? Is that what this is about?" I whisper in her ear as I start to sway us to a slow rhythm that I know she loves. For amoment, she lets me, then she turns around, nostrils flaring in anger.
"How come you never told me you were engaged?" she shouts, crossing her arms. "You never mentioned you had a perfect, high-fashion wife waiting for you here!"
"Katarina," I say, leaning my head just inches from her stunning face. "Our families signed an agreement. It was about as romantic as a tax return."
She snorts.
“Liar!” She huffs and walks away from me. “You were both giggling like giddy teenagers!”
When I catch up to her, I pull her into my arms again and press my body to hers. Enjoying the wrath of jealousy, she has never shown before.
"I was laughing because she told me I looked like I’d been hit by a truck. Cause you know, I have this woman who turned my life upside down, and I can’t seem to stay away from her." I say, reaching out to cup her face with my hands, my words shutting her up, finally.
She rolls her eyes and turns away, refusing to look at me. So I kiss her cheek, then her neck, and lift her from the floor. She gasps in surprise, but her legs wrap around my waist anyway.
"She’s a friend,Dolcezza, Nothing more," I say as I walk us towards the bed and lay her down gently. When I’m on top of her, I kiss her cheek, then her chin, then her neck until she lets out a sigh.
"I don't believe you," she mutters, though her resolve is melting underneath.
"No?" I ask, pulling away to look at her eyes, her breath warm against my lips. "Then why is your heart racing? Why are you looking at my mouth like you want to bite me?"
"I want to slap your face, that’s what I wanna do,” she whispers, though her hands have somehow found their way to the lapels of my jacket.
"Do it," I challenge, dropping my voice to an intimate whisper. "I wouldn’t be opposed to a bit of slapping here and there."
“Shut up.” She says.
“I’ll do anything you want,baby. You know I’m yours.” I growl, planting more kisses on her face then down her neck.
I don’t whisper another word.
I pull back, then crash my mouth onto hers in a kiss.
She kisses me back, hard, her good hand fisting my hair, pulling me closer. Her jealousy fuels every stroke of her tongue. It makes me burn. I slide my hand under her dress, pushing the fabric up around her waist. She doesn’t stop me. Instead, she arches into my touch.
I break the kiss and move down her body, trailing my mouth over her neck, her collarbone, then her full breasts. Then I push her dress higher and settle between her thighs. She looks down at me, eyes dark and breathless.
“Damiano…” I don’t answer with words. I spread her legs wide, pushing the fabric of her panties aside so I could taste her. She gasps, her hips jerking at the first slow lick. I take my time, savoring her, circling her clit with my tongue before sucking gently.
“You taste so fucking good,” I growl.
Her hands fly to my hair, fingers tightening as I work her with long, deliberate strokes.
“Yess… just like that,” she moans, hips rolling against my mouth. As I feel her getting wetter, I slide two fingers inside her, curling them slowly while my tongue keeps the same unhurried rhythm. She’s trembling, her breath coming in gasps. I can feel her getting closer until her thighs tighten around my head.
When she comes, she cries my name, her back arching off the bed, thighs shaking around me. I don’t stop until she’s ridden every wave, until she’s gasping and whimpering for me to stop.
I kiss my way back up her body, tasting all of her. She looks so wonderfully wrecked, eyes glassy, face flushed, and chest heaving. I reach into the nightstand, grab a condom, and tear it open. She watches as I take off my clothes and roll the condom on, her gaze dark with need.
When I settle between her thighs again, the head of my cock nudges at her entrance.
“Tell me you want this,” I rasp, voice rough.
She nods, then whispers, her eyebrows knitting together in a silent plea, “I want you...”
As soon as I hear her needy whisper, I push inside her in one slow, deep thrust. She moans loudly, her nails digging into my shoulders. I give her a moment to adjust, then start moving—slow at first, savoring the tight heat of her. But the slower I go, the more she demands.
Then she wraps her legs around me and pleads, “More, please.”
