When my knuckles grazed her lower abdomen just above her pussy, she sucked in a breath. “No way are you getting a reversetramp stamp. Not only is it tacky, but it would take away from the aesthetic beauty of your cunt.”
“God forbid I do that.”
“Exactly.”
Gripping her waist, I turned her around so her back faced me. My fingers fluttered over her shoulder blade. “This would be a great spot. Somewhere you could easily hide it if you wanted to.”
She threw a glance at me over her shoulder. “I like to wear a lot of strapless dresses.”
“Mm, I like that visual.”
When I touched her lower back, she shook her head. “No tramp stamps.”
“Actually, I don’t think anyone would notice. Their eyes would be drawn only to this fabulous ass.” After smacking one of her round globes, my dick jerked at the sight of the jiggle. “What women would pay for your ass is astounding.”
“But thanks to my Italian heritage and being sporty, I get it for free,” Drea mused.
“So true,” I replied as I continued rubbing her cheek with my hand.
“You know, this isn’t fair.”
I turned her back around to face me. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve seen all of me, but I’ve not seen all of you.”
“You saw the most important thing–my cock.”
Drea grinned. “I want to see that fine Sicilian cake you have in those pants.”
“All you had to do was ask.”
After stepping out of my shoes, I started unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. I slid them and my underwear down my thighs and over my knees. I quickly stepped out of them to stand fully naked, and fully erect, in front of Drea.
With a smirk, she gripped my waist and turned me around as I had her. Both hands came to grip my ass cheeks. “Mm, these are practically edible. How did you know I liked a double cheeked-up man?”
“Lucky guess,” I replied.
Drea smacked one of my cheeks, causing my cock to jerk. “I’m going to dig my nails into these while you’re fucking me.”
Slowly, I turned to face her. “Not tonight, you’re not.”
“You want me on top?”
I ran my thumb over her bottom lip. “We’re not fucking tonight. We’re making love.”
With those words, I officially rendered Drea speechless.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: DREA
We’re making love tonight.
As Leo’s words echoed through my mind, I couldn’t help but stare at him in disbelief. Nothing about our present situation negated making love. We were thousands of miles in the air, locked into the bedroom on a private jet where his brother sat in noise-cancelling headphones.
Leo cupped my cheek. “I never thought I’d render you speechless.”
“Don’t get used to it,” I replied.
Leaning over, Leo swept me up in his arms and started carrying me over to the bed. After depositing me in the middle of the mattress, he climbed on top of me. After he settled between my legs, I tensed.
