“I’m sure,” I smile. “Make it feel good.”
“Madonna,” he moans, spreading his fingers wide. He grazes the tips over my nipple, watching each flutter of movement I make like a hawk.
“You are so damn hot,” he hisses.
He bunches the breast in his hand and brings his mouth toward it, sucking the nipple between his lips. My back arches involuntarily and an embarrassing noise leaves my throat.
I’ve felt his mouth there before, but his mouth and hand combined… I’m breathless already.
He looks back at me with a satanic glint in his eye.
People call him the Devil for many reasons. I call him the Devil for this one—the way he stares at me like he’s about to inflict every sinful act of desire on my body.
I take his hand and move it back down my body to between my legs.
“Cazzo,” he breathes as his fingertips touch my flesh.
I nearly come just from the tone of his voice.
He slides a finger inside me then crashes his mouth softly against mine, all aching tenderness and restrained devotion. The kiss deepens slowly while his finger moves in and out of my slick heat. A second finger joins it when I writhe; a third when I moan.
A slippery sound reaches my ears when he withdraws to circle my clit. It feels amazing. His fingertips do things his tongue can’t, fucking me and fingering me. The heel of his hand rubs against my clit when he goes knuckle deep and pumps me slowly.
“You feel so damn good,cucciola.”
“I want you inside me,” I whisper, heavily.
He slides his fingers out of my warmth and brings them up to his mouth, then he all out feasts on each one of them.
I can’t drag my eyes from the way his tongue laps up the evidence of my arousal.
Shifting onto both arms he inches down the bed, allowing his cock to find my entrance. When it does I draw my knees up and he slides all the way in.
I love this part. We lie still, breathing heavily, our bodies becoming acquainted again. And then he moves.
My head tips back and my spine bends, my toes curling hard when I come. It doesn’t take me long, and as soon as I’ve recovered, he flips us around so that he’s on his back and I’m straddling him.
“You’re sure I can touch you?” he asks again.
Instead of answering verbally, I grab his hands and move both of them up to my breasts. His cock leaps inside me as soon as his palms touch flesh.
His hands settle more confidently against my body, and for the first time in my life, being touched doesn’t feel dangerous.
His breathing roughens when I tip my head back, close my eyes and move up and down on his thick shaft.
“Porca puttana,” he growls. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I moan as I take him over and over.
“Put your hands on my chest,” he grits out.
When I do, his hands slide down my side, finding the dip of my waist, which he uses to speed up the movement until I’m riding him hard.
His cock thickens and my lungs seize as I stretch around him, then he tugs me all the way down. I thought I’d been taking all of him before, but I was wrong.
The power of speech is whipped from my mouth and the breath sucked from my lungs.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Take all of me, baby. You know you can.”
