I’m too self-conscious to ‘spread’ but I open my legs enough to allow his shoulders to squeeze between them. My heartbeat is thrumming unevenly.
He dips his head from view and I feel a wet heat between my legs. He licks me from back to front, completely unabashed, and taking his sweet damn time over it. I go to buck my hips but an arm comes down across my middle, pinning me to the bed.
After a few thoroughly long licks, he positions himself over my clit and laps at me gently, alternating with soft sucks and nibbles that have my head spinning.
How can this man, who started out so rough, be so gentle now? I don’t give it too much thought because he does something with his tongue deep inside me that turns my world upside down.
I grip the headboard with one hand to ground myself while I thread my fingers of the other through his hair, tugging it with each stroke of his tongue.
Last night my pussyhurt. I was sore and ruined, despite having had an orgasm. It’s made my flesh extra sensitive, but he seems to know that. Every swirl of his tongue is decadent and thoughtful, making my toes curl.
“I could eat you out all fucking day,” he murmurs between nibbles. “I always knew you’d taste this good.”
I let his words wash over me until something taps at the back of my brain.He always knew? Since when?
He sucks my clit into his mouth once more and I come without warning, my head falling back on a cry, my thighsparting, my nails digging into his scalp. I’m floating on a long, deep climax, and everything else fades away.
I open my eyes to see him braced above me like last night.
“Do you think you can take me again?”
I nod, rapidly. I feel looser for having come just now, but still not sated. Now that I know how it feels to have a part of him inside me—so deep and so intimate—I want more of it. So this time I part my thighs again without being asked.
He takes his cock in his fist and shifts until the crown is positioned at my opening. Then he places his hands either side of my shoulders, bending at the elbows to sink onto my lips. With his tongue sweeping across mine, he slides right inside me.
My insides are tender but he moves slowly and gently, as if he knows. It’s only when unplanned, moderately unhinged noises start to fall from my lips that he drives a little deeper, moves a little faster.
“You feel so good,” he breathes. “I’m not going to last.”
“Kiss me again,” I whisper. He bends his head and slants his mouth across me, gliding his tongue dreamily across mine.
Being fucked by Fiero Bellucci is an existence-altering experience. His weight is delectable, his heat just enough to make my eyes steam. His thick thighs bulge between mine, the muscles lengthening and contracting. The entirety of him thrusts, like he’s fucking me with his whole body.
He moans gruffly into my mouth, sweeping his tongue into me. I return soft sounds and run my nails down his back.
“I’m gonna fill you,cucciola,” he whispers, hoarsely.
His sexy threat makes an orgasm rocket through my bones and I grip him tightly, my nails digging in.
He pistons into me with his full might, stilling his mouth on mine, and releases a loud groan that ripples through my whole body.
His come floods into me, deep, and I make a mental note to get onto birth control the second I get out of here.
But, for now, I allow the high to settle over us while I trail kisses over his face and neck.
We’re already halfway through the month and I’ve just discovered mind-blowing sex. I’m going to enjoy this for as long as I can.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Fiero
Ten nights to go.
“Say that again.”I swirl the amber liquid in my glass, watching it catch the low light of my office.
Across from me, Remo shifts his weight. He doesn’t like repeating bad news.
“The Irishman wasn’t here for business,” he says carefully. “He was here for her.”
