“Seems only fair. You got to feel me up at our first meeting, and I never even touched you!”
“You did,” I grumbled as she worked the tension I’d been carrying out of my back. “You put your hands on my chest when you climbed off the table. It took everything I had not to kiss you when you touched me like that.”
“You should have kissed me,” she whispered. “I wanted you to.”
“You thought I was Cesare. No fucking way.”
She giggled, and I let the sound wash over me, relaxing me even more. Her hands moved more slowly, digging deeper and turning me to mush. For the first time in longer than I could remember, I let myself stop. Stop thinking. Stop moving. Stop controlling. And it was fucking bliss.
“How’s the pressure?”
I smirked, remembering her answer. “I can handle it harder.”
She laughed. “Okay, as long as you don’t hold back your moans from me. I like to hear what makes you feel good.”
I groaned, crumpling the pillow beneath my head with my arms. Hearing her talk to me like that, fuck. I wanted to grab her, pin her beneath me and fuck the living daylights out of her.But no… be a good boy.
My mind was drifting when I felt her soft lips press against one of my shoulder blades. I let out a gruff noise of approval as they glided across my back, leaving slow, open-mouthed kisses down my spine. When she reached the base of my back, her fingers hooked into the sides of my boxers and slid them down my legs. She grabbed my ass in her hands, squeezed, then massaged. Fuck, that felt good. Too good.
I rolled over slowly, reaching for her, not to reclaim control but because I couldn’t bear the distance anymore. This time, she didn’t refuse me. Her perfect body blanketed mine as our mouths met in a passionate kiss that set my veins alight.
She broke the kiss too soon, gliding her lips down my body as I dropped my head back into the pillow. A loud breath escaped my parted lips as she took me into her mouth and rolled her tongue over my piercing.
Holy shit.
She licked and sucked before taking me all the way down her throat and drawing a guttural groan from me. I leaned up on my elbows because if I couldn’t take control, I had to at least watch her ruin me. Her eyes locked with mine as she sucked the soul from my body. When I knew I was too close to feeding her every drop, I sat up and reached for her, pulling her back onto my lap.
My hand delved into her hair as my other one wrapped around her waist and lifted her onto my dick. It was only then that I realised she hadn’t been wearing any underwear beneath that classy gold dress, and I lost my damn mind.
“Cazzo, la mia bella ribelle,” I growled into the kiss as she sank down the length of my dick with her hands on my shoulders.
She cried out, throwing her head back as she took all of me on the first thrust. We moved together, differently from ever before. It wasn’t driven by urgency or lust. It was deeper. I let her lead as she rolled her hips into me, her hands threaded through my hair, eyes locked with mine. I held her, felt every inch of her, and could do nothing but worship…her. She was all that existed.
When I felt her pussy tightening around me and her thighs shaking around my waist, I let myself go. The orgasm was intense as it crashed through us both in one long wave of euphoria.
I fell back onto the floor, taking her with me. She tucked her head into the space beneath my shoulder. We both started laughing for no apparent reason, justbecause—fuck, this was what being completely, disgustingly in love felt like. That feeling I’d wanted all my life? I’d found it. And I wanted to bottle it up to keep it safe, so nothing in the world could ever take it from me.
I kept my hand on her back, caressing her skin as her fingers traced theRibelletattoo on the other side of my neck, and I looked down at her. Her golden hair had that sexy, roused look after great sex, and her cheeks were flushed, and her blue eyes were so bright they looked like stars. One strap of the gold dress hung down her arm, one breast peeking over the top of the fabric, and the rest of it bunched at her waist. The soft candlelight illuminating her skin made her look almost dreamlike. I’d never seen anyone more perfect.
She caught me staring. A small, shy smile touched her lips.
“Did I do okay?”
The question hit me in a deep, unguarded place in my chest that only she could ever touch.
“Aria.” I brushed her hair back over her shoulder and kissed her forehead. “You have no idea what you gave me tonight. You gave me something no one else has ever been able to do.”
“What did I give you?” she whispered, her eyes searching mine.
“Rest.”
That confession seemed to stir something in her, and her eyes softened in a way that made my heart leap. I brushed my thumb along the curve of her jaw.
“You took away all the noise, all the stress, all the anger. You always do.”
“So I don’t have to compete with Cher?”
I chuckled. “Never. No woman can compete with you,Ribelle. Not even the Queen of Pop.”
