Page 170 of Valentino

He leans down and kisses my inner thigh, his eyes flutter closed and he’s lost in the moment.

“Anna,” he mouths as he parts my legs. “Beautiful Anna.” He then parts my lips with his fingers, his eyes drop to my opening and linger there for what feels like an eternity, I hold my breath as I wait for his reaction.

He moans as his eyes flutter with arousal, my chest expands and falls as I try to control my breathing, and how is it that every time we are together it feels like the most intimate experience of my life?

He never misses, not once.

Every single time with him the fire between us only escalates.

His eyes rise to meet mine and something shifts. A tangible entity can be felt in the air between us, a message floating, and a collective consciousness of perfect intimacy.

“Anna,” he whispers as his eyes search mine,

But in a weird way I can feel a melancholy oozing out of him, it’s silent, barely a whisper in the air.

What’s wrong?

A lump forms in my throat, tears threaten, and this feels …too intimate.

He drops his head and kisses me softly on my sex and I beneath him; my sensitivity is at an all-time high.

Every glance, every breath on my skin, his scent, his power…. Everything feels magnified.

He parts me with his fingers before licking me, my breath catches and so does his.

Though is it at my taste or by my bucking beneath him?

With dark eyes, his tongue slides deeper, my head throws back, the sensation too much to bear. My knees lift by themselves into the air and he slams them back to the mattress.

He gets into a rhythm and now I know why he gagged me, because damn it, I would be screaming the house down right now if able.

This man….

He sucks and flicks his tongue and…. Oh. My. God.

I shudder and he lifts his head to look at me, his face glistens with my arousal on his whiskers. He reaches up and unhooks my left hand and then my right and then slides my gag off.

“Valentino,” I pant, overwrought with emotion.

He goes back down to my sex and sucks me again.

“Come up here,” I whimper as I run my hands through his hair. “Get up here.”

His eyes rise to meet mine.

“Please…” I whisper. “I want to hold you.”

He crawls up over me, and his lips take mine, softly at first and I taste myself, before it turns into something almost spiritual, the most perfect kiss of my life. There’s so much emotion behind it that we both screw our faces up against each other’s.

Oh….

He drops his hand to between my legs and slides his thick fingers into my sex, my body instantly contracts around him as he builds up to work me hard.

Almost violently.

I moan into his mouth and cry out as an orgasm slams me hard and I pull him toward me, my arms around his broad shoulders. “I need you,” I whimper. “Now, I need you.”

He crawls over me again and kisses me deeply, his tongue sliding through my lips as I hold him tight, and then as if struck by lightning, he jerks back from me as if burned.