He nipped at the nape of her neck. “I won’t.”
She was sore and stretched in ways she didn’t know she ever wanted to be, but it felt so good as he beat out a secret rhythm for only the two of them, driving her higher and higher. Every part of her body was tingling, so sensitive to his touch as he filled her completely.
His pressure and speed increased. She was dancing on the edge and trying to hold the pieces together when he slid a second finger into her ass and she could no longer control how hard she was thrusting back against him, her body overcome with the mindless need formore.She was so full, so deliciously full.
“That’s it, contessa. Use me. Fuck me until it feels better.” He scissored his fingers, stretching and teasing her and it was so dirty, so unbearably hot. “You’re so perfect, contessa. So tight and warm and wet.” He trailed kisses over her spine. “You’re so beautiful like this, my fingers in your ass and my cock in your cunt. I wish you could see how beautiful you are.”
“I’m gonna come,” she panted as he drove into her harder, the familiar tinging, burning sensation racing down her spine to the bottoms of her feet.
“Then come, baby. I’m going to make you come again and again. With my fingers and my tongue and my cock. All night. Until you don’t think you can take any more.” He increased the pressure of his fingers on her clit and she started to convulse around him. “And then I’ll make you come again.”
All that was left in the world was this man, his filthy mouth, his fingers, and his punishingly large cock. The edges of her vision went blurry, her toes curled, and she cried out. Shaking and rocking against him. She broke apart moments before he cursed and pulsed his own release into the condom.
And she knew, there would never be anything better than this, this man and this pleasure, as they fell back, exhausted and tangled in each other.
∞∞∞
Liam pulled Min against his chest, their skin slick with sweat as she nestled her head against the drum of his heartbeat. He smoothed back her hair and kissed the top of her head as she threw her leg casually over his hip, snuggling closer. He couldn’t remember ever being this happy, this at ease with a woman in his home. He couldn’t remember ever being this afraid that he would lose the woman in his arms.
He traced small circles on her arm with his fingertips. “O soave fanciulla. O dolce viso di mite circonfuso alba lunar,” he recited the lyrics fromLa Boheme.
Min kissed his chest and nestled closer. “Where did you come from?” she asked. He could feel her smile against his skin.
“Amsterdam,” he laughed.
She pushed playfully against his chest, and he laughed harder, pulling her closer.
“Nobody recites aria lyrics in bed. But here you are,” she said.
“Here I am,” he agreed, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers. “Hereyouare.”
She kissed him, soft and sweet. He was still having trouble believing she was real, that after all this time, he really got to touch her and kiss her whenever he wanted. Well, notwheneverhe wanted. His chest tightened thinking of the coming week and how he would have to keep his distance from her on campus. How was he going to see her and not touch her? He was mentally calculating the risk involved with sneaking a quickie in his office when she spoke again.
“I bet you recite poetry to all the girls,” she said.
He tugged on her hair to tilt her chin back to him, to make her see the sincerity in his eyes. “No. Just you.” She started to crack a joke and he pressed his finger to her lips. “Only you.”
She nodded and dropped her head back to his chest, but something had shifted.Does she really believe I’m pursuing other women? Does that mean she’s pursuing other men?He felt sick at the thought. His hand clenched against her hip, like if he could hold her closer, he could keep her.
Min nuzzled her face into his chest, closing her eyes. “I’m sorry. Can we just forget that I said that?”
He stroked her hair. “We can. But if there’s something you want to know, just ask me.” He knew his voice was tight and he hated that he couldn’t just swallow it down.Does she really not know how much she means to me?
“There must have been other women…” She trailed off, but the tension in her body was unmistakable.
Liam wished he knew where the hell she was going with that particular line of questioning. And he really did not want to think about any other women, not when he had the most captivating woman he’d ever met curled naked against him. Not when he could still taste her.
“Yes, there have been other women,” he said slowly, treading lightly. “None of it matters.” He slipped a finger beneath her chin and tilted her face to his again. “Min, what are you trying to ask me?”
If he didn’t know her so well, he wouldn’t have noticed how hard she was working to keep her face neutral. He hated it. He didn’t want her controlled and closed off – he wanted her raw and uninhibited, wild and bold.
“I guess you don’t do relationships then,” she said.
His eyes went wide with shock at her assumption. “Why would you say that?”
“If none of them mattered…” she trailed off.
Liam pressed his lips to her forehead, hoping she could feel the way he wanted to mark her with his kiss.
