Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
I slanted my head, kissing her harder. I couldn’t get enough of her. She ground against me, grasping the back of my neck, her hard nipples rubbing on me through the silk of her camisole. I lifted her higher, sucking at her nipples, biting and teasing them as she gasped and let her head fall back to the door.
“Did you wear this for me?” I asked, tracing the lace, then running my hand down her side and under the soft fabric, feeling the smooth, warm skin underneath.
“Yes. I bought it just for you.”
I covered her mouth again and carried her to the bed. I set her on the edge, breaking away. She stared at me, her eyes wide with desire, her chest lifting and falling in fast succession. Carefully, I lifted the camisole over her head. I wanted to tear it from her body, but I knew how hard she would have worked to buy it for me, and I didn’t want to destroy her gift. I would buy her others I could tear off—this one was special.
She cast her gaze downward as I revealed her body. I slipped my fingers under her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes.
“You are so beautiful,” I repeated. “Don’t hide from me.”
“I have marks—”
I interrupted her. “You. Are. Beautiful.” I kissed her. “Sexy.” I trailed my lips down her neck, kissing and licking as I went. “I want you so fucking much.” I grabbed her hand, pulling it to my aching cock. “Feel this. Feel how beautiful you are to me.”
She cupped me, and I groaned into her mouth. I rose, wrapping an arm around her waist, moving her toward the middle of the bed. I hovered over her, keeping my gaze locked with hers as I drew a hard nipple into my mouth. She gasped, arching up as I sucked and played with her breasts, alternating my mouth and fingers. She pulled on the drawstring, and I helped her pull away my shorts. I was impatient as I tugged on her tiny underwear, but I got them off without damage, hissing in satisfaction when I felt our bare bodies finally glide together. She was soft and supple and felt so right against my coarser skin.
She wrapped her hand around my cock, stroking and caressing. I slid my hand between her legs, the heat and wet of her like silk on my fingers. She whimpered as I teased her clit, stroking over it gently, the nub growing harder under my touch.
“You like that, Tesoro? You like me touching you?”
“More,” she pleaded. “Oh God, Stefano. More, please.”
I increased the pressure, pushing one finger inside, then adding another, keeping my thumb on her clit. She gasped, moving with me. I covered her mouth and kissed her. Sucked on her breasts. Laved her neck and nibbled on her ears. She grabbed at my back, dug her nails into my skin, stroked my dick in long, sure passes that made me grunt in pleasure. Her moans and whimpers grew closer together, and with a long shudder, she came, hard and pulsating around my fingers, drawing me deeper inside. My name fell from her lips, her long, airy sigh of pleasure filling my mouth.
I drew back, meeting her gaze. “That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen,” I murmured. “And I want to see it again—this time with my cock deep inside you.” I pushed up, grabbing for my shorts and the condoms I had slipped into the pocket earlier.
“You gonna let me?”
Her smile was all I needed.
GABBY
I felt euphoric, my body sated and relaxed, but still somehow needy.
Watching Stefano rip open a condom with his teeth, his gaze never leaving mine, I knew what I needed.
Him.
I needed his mouth back on mine, his teeth in my skin, and his cock—his glorious, thick, long cock—lodged inside me. I wanted to feel him moving. I wanted to see his face when he came.
Nothing prepared me for how it felt when he grasped my hips and pushed inside. Slow, inch by inch, until we were flush. Until I felt as if I would split apart from the girth of him. He flung back his head, and the sight of him, his neck cords pulled taut, his lip caught with his teeth as he sheathed himself inside me was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
The animalistic noise he made was the most erotic sound I had ever heard.
He lowered his head, his intense, dark gaze clouded with lust, but determined.
“Hold on, Tesoro.”
So, I did.
He was exactly what I thought he’d be. Exactly what I needed.
He pulled back almost to the tip then thrust forward again, making me whimper. He began to move in long, powerful thrusts. In and out. Over and again. Hard. Strong. I tilted my hips, grasping on to the blanket for purchase as he plunged so hard we moved across the mattress. He grabbed my hip in one hand and leaned over me, bracing himself on the headboard. He kissed me, nuzzled my breasts, and talked. He murmured Italian phrases, moaned out my name, cursed dirty words.