Andrea pulls up in front of the house. I’m out of the car before he slows to a stop.
“Hello to you too,” Stephanie scolds in the kitchen.
I don’t give a shit what she or anyone else has to say.
I need her.
Bianca’s brows pinch under a crown of spiral curls dancing above her shoulders. Chairs knock over and I crush my lips to hers. She tips her head back as I cradle it to not hit the window above the sink. The soft moans from her mouth claw at my chest, easing the pain. I can’t lose her. I won’t.
My hands roam the sides of her breasts down to the small of her back. The cotton material of her dress gathers under my fingers as I hoist her into the air. Plates and food crash to the floor from my single swipe to the kitchen table to lay her down.
Andrea’s voice is faint when he tells Stephanie to come with him. It’s too early in the evening for Nonna to be asleep. She had better not come in here unless she wants an eyeful.
My mouth moves from Bianca’s lips to her neck.
“Benny,” she purrs, back arched, fingers dragging through my hair.
She gasps at the first tear in her dress. I shred the fabric in my hand, never pulling my mouth from hers. Buttons spill across the kitchen floor as I lash the tip of her nipple, teasing the tight bud with my teeth.
“Fuck!” she cries.
I drag my tongue across her dark areola before switching sides. Bianca widens her legs. Her hands fly across my belt to lower my zipper. She forces my briefs down with my trousers and drags her tongue over the palm she wets to run her hand up and down my shaft. My groan is deep as I pump into her grip. She tightens her fist.
“Fuck, Trouble.“ I hiss, willing myself not to come.
She sucks my bottom lip. “I want to feel you.”
On a growl, I smack away her hand and rip her bra. Bianca is a feast spread across the table. Delicious breasts. Shaved pussy. Pretty pink toes I suck. I watch her contort with pleasure when I ease into her.
We groan at the friction of nothing between us.
Every inch of her feels like home.
She winces at the slow stretch of her walls as I glide deeper. “You okay?” I pant.
“Yeah.”
Heat licks my skin with sweat. I thumb her nipples and surge my hips up to tap her spot. Her pussy clenches as I thrust harder.
“Benny,” she whines.
I kiss her chin. “I’m here, baby. I’ll always be here.”
“How does that feel?”
“Mmm.” Bianca’s lip rolls between her teeth.
I kiss her and tilt her hair into the shower spray, working the shampoo across her scalp. She closes her eyes and smiles.
We’d been in the shower washing each other before I took over her hair. There’s a good chance my dick is somewhere on the tile, shriveled with third-degree burns.
“How can you shower in this fucking sauna?” I wince.
She pops an eye open. “It could be hotter.”
“Don’t cry to me when you need skin grafts. Do you use olive oil?”
“Huh?” she laughs.
