I nodded, totally mute now. My throat was as raw as the rest of me, my sex so swollen it felt as if I had a bowling ball between my thighs.
He sat down on the bed and gripped my wrist, then pulled me towards him. ‘You must ride it,’ he said, the amused tone husky with need.
I nodded again. He chuckled, the rough sound scraping across my nerve endings.
‘Then take off the shoes and mount me.’
The…What?I glanced down, realising all this time I had been naked but still wearing the heels.
I blushed, but it took me less than a second to toe off the shoes. He held my arm as I climbed onto the bed, placing my hands on his shoulders, aware of the thick erection brushing my inner thigh.
He cupped my chin and kissed me again as he grasped my hip in his other hand, positioning me. His thumb slid along the seam of my sex, making me jump slightly as he stroked my tender clit. He laughed, but the sound was thick with desire, the thread of emotion still there between us. Holding himself, he guided me down until the head spread the lips of my sex. I sucked in a breath, the penetration already immense. But the desire to take more, to take all of him, was overwhelming.
The slickness of my orgasm eased his way, until I was sitting on his lap, his huge cock stretching me unbearably. I panted, shifted, trying to ease the sensation. He held me in place and kissed me again, his tongue thrusting deep into my mouth, owning me, insisting I adjust to the brutal invasion.
The fog of desire descended over me, my mind hazy with lust, the passion pressing against me. I could feel the throb of his cock inside me, buried to the hilt.
He dragged his mouth away, ending the kiss. Then he rasped, ‘You are so tight. You must move, Mia—or I will finish before you.’
Grasping my bottom in rough hands, he lifted me, easing the pressure at last as the erection massaged my inner walls. I clung to his shoulders, letting him drag me down, slowly establishing a brutal rhythm of deep thrusts.
Pleasure bloomed and surged in devastating waves. I clung to him, moving with him now, using my knees for leverage. The sensations built, merging, blending, becoming so intense I couldn’t breathe.
His grunts matched my sobs. I felt conquered, owned, forced into a maelstrom I couldn’t control. The pleasure became vicious and all-consuming, rising, building, draining.
‘I can’t come…’ I moaned, desperate to reach that final peak so I could escape the terrifying storm of sensations battering me, my body trapped in a vortex of pleasure too tumultuous to bear.
‘You must…’ he demanded, then found the place where our bodies joined and stroked the perfect spot as he impaled me one last time.
The pleasure crested like a tsunami, tearing free, ripping me apart as I screamed.
‘Vito!’
The orgasm slammed into me, shattering, surreal, as he threw back his head and roared his own release—his hot seed branding my insides.
I collapsed onto his shoulder, shaking. His arms wrapped around me, holding me up, holding me close. His face pressed into my hair, our shattered breathing the only sound but for the distant beep of car horns and the buzz of the nighttime city which drifted in on the breeze.
My heart was still thundering, my sex sore from the pounding he’d given it, my shattered senses scattered. The afterglow shimmered around me like a golden cloud—glittering and glorious—while the sultry air brushed over my damp skin.
I’d never made love like that before, the need so basic, so elemental, so wild and untamed, and it had been magnificent. But when his hand brushed down my spine to clasp my bottom, I felt the slickness between my thighs.
I bolted upright. Reality returned in a rush of panic, accompanied by the slap of shame. The condoms Evie had bought me at the airport—as a joke—were still tucked into the purse Vito had handed to the bodyguard on the boat. Which the guard had never handed back to me, I realised now, too late.
‘Shit!’ I climbed off him, frantic.
How could I have been so reckless, so stupid? This wasn’t me. I always planned ahead. I wasn’t spontaneous or impulsive. And while doing what I wanted for once without thinking of the consequences had been beyond exciting, now I was paying the price.
I’d had unprotected sex, with a stranger…What the hell?It was exactly the sort of thing my mum had done to get pregnant with me.
‘I have to go,’ I said, rushing over to grab my dress and bra from the floor where I’d tossed them away. ‘I need to find my purse.’ How the heck was I going to get morning-after medication in Italy?
‘Hey! Mia.’ He stood and strode towards me, comfortable in his nakedness.
He snagged my wrist, preventing me from putting on the dress. The shiver of sensation darting up my arm was nothing compared to the deep pulse in my sex at the sight of him—so tall, so fit, so gorgeous. Even flaccid, his cock looked impressive.
‘You cannot leave,’ he said, his brow furrowing. ‘The night is not over. And your purse will be safe until morning.’
‘But we didn’t use any protection,’ I blurted out. ‘I have condoms in my purse, but I totally forgot about it…about them. Everything was just so…hot. I’ve never done it before without protection.’ Not even with Dave, I thought miserably, because sex had never been this hot or spontaneous with him. ‘And I just didn’t stop to think, so I have to…’
