Surrender. That’s what this feeling was. It was heady. It was dangerous, and she relaxed into it as if it were the ocean on a summer day.
She arched against him, luxuriating in the sensation of his mouth pressing kiss after kiss against her skin, as his hands caressed up and down the curves of her body.
“Cesare!” She gasped, as he softly bit into the skin just below her ear and palmed one of her breasts. He manipulated the sensitive flesh, applying just enough pressure to the nipple in his hand that her mind went blank.
“Please! Please, Cesare.” She pleaded.
“Please what, baby?” He rasped, his lips tickling her ear as she further pressed against him, gasping as he continued to squeeze her breasts, rhythmically pressing her nipples into the vice of his grip, sending shocks through her inexperienced body, and straight to the part of her she desperately needed to be touched.
“I need…” She gasped again, as a jolt went through her body, and she burrowed her face into the crook of his neck, where she kissed and nipped at the skin there until he gave a ragged moan of pleasure.
Warmth suffused Sabrina’s core at the sound, and she attempted to repeat the action, only to be thwarted when he pulled away.
She couldn’t help the sound of distress that left her, and dammit if the gentle shushing noise he made in response didn’t make her physically ache to be filled. The next thing she knew, Cesare was lifting her up like she weighed nothing, and set her on the kitchen counter.
He leaned down, pressing a kiss on her forehead, and Sabrina instinctively spread her legs as he stepped between them.
Cesare cradled her head in both his hands, but when she leaned in to kiss him again, she stilled in response to the slightest pressure of his grip holding her in place, away from him.
“Cesare?” She questioned in a husky voice.
“Look at you, baby.” He rumbled, soothing a hand down her waist. “So fucking beautiful. So responsive. Do you want more, tesoro?” He asked.
Sabrina gave a huff, her eyes suddenly wide and baleful. “Yes. But I haven’t…” She closed her eyes and shook her head minutely, taking a deep breath.
“Eyes, Sabrina.” He requested calmly and evenly.
She followed the command instinctively, looking up at him with wide, luminous eyes.
“Haven’t what, baby?” Cesare crooned.
She swallowed nervously. “I haven’t done much.”
Cesare swallowed thickly, his grip tightening. “Explain.”
Sabrina exhaled nervously, grateful for the feeling of Cesare’s hands on her; it was calming as it was grounding.
“I haven’t done much.” She repeated, the back of her neck flushing hot.
“Definemuch.” Cesare requested as he leaned in once more. As if sensing her distress, he wrapped his arms around her, gently running his hands up and down her back.
She melted once more into his chest, trying to find a momentary reprieve of the intensity of the moment. This feeling of want, yearning, and need was intoxicating.
“I’ve kissed. But not much.” She whispered. “I don’t really know what I’m doing because I haven’t done anything else.” She confessed, looking up nervously and biting her lip.
Sabrina wasn’t sure how she’d expected him to react, but it caught her by surprise that he seemed almost dumbfounded.
He stared at her in confusion, as the wheels in his mind visibly turned, trying to make sense of what she’d just said.
“Are you saying you…” He broke off, staring at her with an intensity that she was beginning to get used to. He blinked. “There’s no way.” He shook his head, looking at her now in disbelief.
Sabrina’s skin itched with embarrassment, and her neck heated.
“Never mind.” She scowled. “It doesn’t matter.” She pushed at Cesare so she could get off the counter, out of the kitchen, and leave as soon as humanly possible.
Cesare stood unmoved and took her hands in his, coaxing her to look at him. “Please look at me, tesoro.” He requested.
Sabrina shook her head with a scowl, refusing to meet his gaze. “I want to leave, and I’m irritated that you’re so freaking big that I can’t move without asking you to move first.”
