“Are you hard?” I heard my own voice, low and raspy. “Is licking me, tasting me, making you hard?”
In response, he lowered one hand under the waistband of his boxers and pulled out his cock, which was indeed hard and long and thick, glistening with a bead of moisture on its tip. He gave it one slow stroke and then kept working it as his mouth brought me closer and closer to climax. When I moaned, he muttered under his breath and pushed the boxers down his legs, kicking them away, so that I could see all of him and watch the way his hand moved over his erection.
When he spoke again, his voice was almost guttural, commanding me.
“I want you to come like this. I want you to give in and come against my tongue, screaming until you can’t speak.”
I panted, shifting restlessly. “I’m so close. So fucking close—”
“Then dive over.” The second he said the words, he thrust two fingers into me, even as his lips sucked hard on my clit. I arched backward, no longer able to keep my eyes open, so intent on the sensations and the pleasure that I lost the ability for rational thought. I heard myself chanting his name, interspersed with the occasionalFuck, yes, harder, yes, oh, god, oh, god, yes.
And then I was gone, both hands gripping his head, bucking upward once with a long, keening cry that echoed off the cream walls of my living room.
Vincent trailed kisses over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, which was trembling as I drifted back to the earth, my chest rising and falling rapidly. I’d dropped my hands from his head, and they lay useless alongside me. I didn’t move much beyond letting my head roll to the side, watching him as his lips lazily made their way across my stomach, my ribs and between my breasts, until his torso covered mine.
“Amanda.” He murmured my name, bracing himself over me. “That was so fucking hot.”
“Yeah, well ...” I gave a breathy laugh. “I try. You know, laying here receiving incredible pleasure takes real talent.”
“You own it, baby.” He touched his lips to mine, and his erection brushed over my leg. I managed to lift up my hand to take hold of his length, smiling a little at Vincent’s hiss of surprise.
“So ...” I stroked him languidly. “It seems as if you like my living room. Want to see my bedroom?”
A grin spread over his face. “I think I should. It would be rude to say no, right?”
“That definitely sounds like something your evil twin Vincenzo might say,” I agreed.
“Then I guess we need to find the bedroom.” Without warning, he stood, lifting me with him and hoisting me over his shoulder as I shrieked again, this time in laughter. “Point the way, sweetheart.”
