There was nothing but a tiny slip of fabric left covering her. I dragged my tongue over the front of it, then I curled my fist into the side of the thong and snapped it off her with a sharp pull.
She sucked in a harsh breath.
I looked up. Swiped my palms up the backs of her thighs. “Spread your legs, Nettle. Let me show you howattentiveI can be.”
She held my gaze as she took a small step to each side, exposing herself to me. Her pussy was pink and slick with her wetness. I dragged my palm over my mouth, just looking. Getting my fucking fill. “You’re even more perfect than I imagined,” I muttered.
And then I dove in. I traced her clit with my tongue, pulled it into my mouth, sucked on it. The taste of her coated my tongue—salt and something sweeter.
Her little gasps and moans imprinted themselves into my memory, and I realized that whatever relief I’d hoped tonight would bring would be short-lived. I’d only have more things to obsess over now.
I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs, holding her steady as I dragged my mouth lower, sliding my tongue inside her entrance. She whimpered, her hips jerking forward.
“That’s it,” I growled.
My cock throbbed against my trousers, aching, but I ignored it. This wasn’t about me. Not yet. Not until she broke for me.
I lapped at her until her body began to coil with tension. I slid two fingers inside her sopping folds just in time. She clenched around me with a broken sob, and then she folded over, grabbing hold of my head to keep herself from falling.
I curled my fingers inside her, drawing the orgasm out until her moans quieted.
The air stilled.
I drew my fingers out and brought them to my lips.
She watched me taste her with hooded eyes. “I forgot how much I liked seeing you on your knees,” she teased.
Amusement tugged on me. I gave her cunt a light slap, pulled her down to the floor with me, and smacked her ass for good measure. It earned me a sharp gasp. I swallowed it with my mouth and rolled us over.
For the next few minutes, we just kissed, her body beneath mine. I’d always thought kissing was overrated, but that was before I’d kissed her. There was something so earnest about the way she kissed me… It threatened to undo me.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I pushed myself up on my arms and took in the view of her. Her lips were pink and swollen, her hair a little wrecked, her dress deliciously askew. The dazed,sated look inside her emerald gaze made something terribly needy rear up in me. I wanted to see her like this over and over again, and I wasn’t sure what I’d do if I couldn’t.
I slid a hand inside the front of her dress and wrapped it around a soft breast. Her nipples were peaked, desperate for contact, and when I rolled my thumb over it, her back arched.
“Oh God.”
I wanted those tits in my mouth, but this goddamn dress didn’t have enough give.
Frustrated, I gave it a harsh jerk.
Rip.
It slid down, freeing her just the way I wanted.
“Cosimo. The dress,”Fabiana hissed, sounding panicked. “It’sexpensive.”
“It was in my way.” My mouth moved from her cheek to her neck, trailed a path over her collarbone and down to her chest. My teeth caught a nipple, and I sucked it into my mouth.
“You’re…Ooooh?—”
Whatever protest she was about to stage died on the tip of her tongue. Dress forgotten, she moaned and moved her hands into my hair, tugging me closer. I gladly obliged. I could spend hours just playing with her tits if she’d let me, but she didn’t.
Instead, she slipped her hand between us and gave me a stroke through my pants.
I groaned.
When she did it again, I knew I wouldn’t last long. “Stop,” I ground out. It’d been three years, and there was a good chance I’d blow right inside my slacks if she kept going.
