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"So what happened to instant pleasure?" I murmur while he plays around.
"It's not appropriate in every situation, Ella."
"Since when?"
"Since right now."
"Why are you torturing me so?" I whine. Tit for tat, I guess. I have done this too.
"How am I torturing you?" He smiles, giving my hip a slap.
"I think you know." I bite his lip but he pulls back. I gaze up at him, and his expression is difficult to read. He wants my answer. He’s hungry for me. I just want to surrender myself to him.
"Well then I am into delayed pleasure, too," I whisper, smiling shyly. He tugs my hand unexpectedly, and suddenly I am in his arms. He grabs the hair at the nape of my neck, pulling slightly so my head tips back.
"What can I do to make you marry me?" he asks fervently, throwing me off balance once more. I blink at him—at his lovely, serious, desperate expression.
"Give me some time, and I will think about it," I murmur. “Perhaps.” He groans and finally kisses me, long and hard. Then we're in the penthouse, and we're all hands and mouths and tongues and lips and fingers and hair.
Craving, thick and strong, lances through my blood, clouding all my reason. He pushes me against the wall, pinning me with his hips, one hand in my hair, the other at my chin, holding me in place.
"I own you," he whispers. "You are mine." His words are intoxicating, and in my overheated state, I want to rip off his clothes.
I push off his jacket, and we tumble out into the hallway. Tommaso pins me to the wall again, his jacket falling to the floor, and his hand travels up my leg, his lips never leaving mine. He lifts up my dress.
"You hottie," he breathes, and abruptly he lifts me.
"Wrap your legs around me." I do as I'm told, and he turns and lays me down on the wooden table, so he's standing between my legs. I'm aware that the usual vase of flowers is missing. He wanted this, just like me. Huh?
"Do you know how much you turn me on?”
"What?" I pant. "No... I–”
“Well, you do,” he mutters, "all the time." He suddenly pulls out his cock. Oh, this is so quick, but after all his tormenting and teasing, I want him badly—right fucking now. He gazes down at me as he squeezes my breasts, then puts his hands under my thighs, spreading my legs wider. They feel warm.
Positioning himself, he pauses. "Keep your eyes open. I want to see you," he whispers, and grasping both my hands with his, he sinks slowly into my pussy. I try, I really do, but the feeling is so exquisite. What I've been waiting for after all his teasing. The richness, this feeling.... I groan and arch my back off the table.
"Look at me," he growls, tightening his hands on mine and thrusting sharply into me so that I cry out. I blink my eyes open, and he stares down at me.
Slowly he withdraws, then slides his cock in me once more, his mouth slackening and then forming an "Ah..." but he says nothing. Seeing his thick cock harden, his reaction to me—I light up inside, my blood scorching through my veins. Every time.
His brown eyes burn into mine. He picks up the rhythm, and I fall into it. I cry out as I explode around his cock, and Tommaso releases inside me. His cum is hot and I can feel my walls convulse.
"Yes, Ella!" he cries. He collapses on me, releasing my hands and resting his head on my chest. My legs are still wrapped around him, and I cradle his head against me and struggle to catch my breath. He raises his head to look at me.
"I'm not finished with you yet," he mutters and leaning up, he kisses me again.
I lie naked in his bed now, sprawled over his chest, panting. Holy shit—does his energy ever fade? Tommaso trails his fingers up and down my back.
"Satisfied, Miss Hart?"
I murmur my assent. I have no energy left for talking. Raising my head, I turn unfocused eyes to him and feel his warm, fond ones. Slowly, I angle my head down so he knows I am going to kiss his chest. He smiles, and I plant a soft kiss in his chest hair, breathing in his unique scent, mixed with sweat and sex. It's heady. He rolls onto his side so I'm lying beside him and he gazes down at me.
"Is sex like this for everyone? I'm surprised anyone ever goes out," I murmur, feeling suddenly shy.
He grins. "I can't speak for everyone, but it's pretty damned special with you, Ella." He bends and kisses me.
"That's because you're pretty damned special for me," I say, smiling and caressing his face. He blinks down at me, at a loss. And I see love in his eyes.
