Chapter 15 #3
“Just for tonight,” I tell him, like it’s a promise I think we might both keep. “This isn’t going to be a repeat thing.”
“Until we’ve had our fill.” He’s unsmiling, his eyes eating me up, his fingers tightening on my hips. “I need to fuck you out of my system. One night wasn’t enough.”
No one has ever said something like that to me before.
No man has ever looked at me like he craves me. Like he can’t get enough. I’m drunk on the power. Drunk on him.
I feel like I’m someone else as I grab his tie and pull him to me. “What makes you think two nights will be?”
With a growl, he slams his mouth over mine. It’s the kiss I’ve been waiting for. The kiss I’ve been dreading. The kiss I’ve been needing. It’s like I’m awake again, thrown back into the raging fire of the night we met, when he was Alessio and I was Isla and nothing else mattered.
I kiss him with everything I’ve got, and he kisses me back like he wants to inhale me, like he wants to ruin me for anyone else who comes after him.
And I know instinctively that he’s going to.
That no one will ever make me feel the way this man does, even if the two of us are as impossible as day and night together at once.
“I’m going to fuck you all night,” he warns me.
And then he picks me up. I wrap my legs around his hips, twine my arms around his neck, and cling to him as he carries me straight to his bedroom.
He doesn’t say another word the whole way there.
Neither do I. He just walks us into his private domain, kicks the door closed behind him, and then drops me into the middle of the bed.
Then he looms over me, tearing at his shirt until buttons are popping. He claws off the tie and leaves his shirt hanging open, revealing a mouthwatering slice of his eight-pack.
Reaching for me, he whips my tank over my head.
I’m wearing a lacy purple bra, and I reach behind it to undo the clasp, eager to help him.
Now that we’ve crossed this line, I can’t wait to have him inside me again.
His fingers slide into the elastic waistband of my leggings, and he yanks them down, along with my panties.
“Let me see you,” he commands, tossing them over his shoulder.
I know what he wants. Slowly, I glide my legs open, giving him a direct view of me.
It’s not something I would have dreamed of doing with the light on, back when I was with Christian.
It’s also not something he ever wanted. He was more of a fumble in the dark kind of guy, the art of foreplay not one of his stronger suits.
Not Alessio.
“Fuck, tesoro. You have a gorgeous pussy.” He gets on his knees on the bed, staring at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“I’m pretty sure it’s average.”
“Sacrilege. That’s not how you talk about this pussy.” He lowers his head and gives me one long lick from my ass all the way to my clit. “This pussy is a work of fucking art.” He flicks his tongue over me in maddening circles.
I’m about to come.
That’s how turned on I am. How much I want him. How much I’ve spent every waking and sleeping hour since we were last together trying to banish the desire for him that keeps burning anyway.
“You have to be good to this pussy.” He sucks on my clit.
I swear I see stars.
“So good.”
Then he bites me. Not hard. But enough that I feel the nip of his teeth go through me like an electric pulse.
I can’t take it. I’ve been on the edge since the second he started loosening his tie and staring at me like I was his dinner.
He tugs on my clit, then sucks again, and a jolt of pure pleasure explodes inside me.
He groans against me as I come, like he’s enjoying this every bit as much as I am. Like it’s all he’s been waiting for.
He lifts his head, his mouth glistening, his eyes dark and stormy as they find mine. “Get on your hands and knees for me.”
In this moment, my orgasm still buzzing through me, I’ll do anything he wants me to do. I roll onto my knees and hold myself up with my forearms, casting a glance back at him over my shoulder.
“How’s this?”
“Perfect.” He grabs my ass. “Fucking perfect.”
His fingers dig into my flesh, kneading.
Then he spreads me apart and sinks his tongue deep inside my pussy.
I inhale and arch my back, surprised as he fucks me that way.
I can’t keep myself from moaning. He makes a low sound of approval and keeps at it until I’m breathless and mindlessly pumping into him, riding his face.
Suddenly, he withdraws, and his fingers replace his tongue, two thrusting in and out.
I’m so wet by now that I can hear it echoing obscenely in the quiet of his bedroom.
He adds a third, working me harder, faster, the pressure intensifying as he finds the place that makes me lose all control.
His fingers are long, and I’m incredibly sensitive from coming once.
When my orgasm hits me this time, I can barely keep myself in position. My pussy is still clenching convulsively when he withdraws his fingers and replaces them with his cock.
He fills me in a single thrust, buried so deep it takes my breath away. The lingering spasms of my orgasm make my pussy flutter around him.
“Oh fuck, Alessio,” I mutter.
It’s too good. The pleasure is almost painful. It’s beyond anything I’ve felt yet, and I don’t know if it’s because I wanted him that much or if it’s because his cock is magic or if I’ve lost my damn mind.
All I can do is follow his lead.
He winds a handful of my hair around his fist and starts to fuck me, his balls slapping against me with each thrust. The headboard bangs against the wall. He’s fucking me hard, grasping my hips, slamming into me again and again. Pulling my hair.
“That’s it, tesoro,” he murmurs. “Take this fucking cock. Take all of it.”
It suddenly occurs to me that I don’t think he took the time to put on a condom. Shit. I’m usually so careful.
“Condom,” I manage.
He withdraws. “Son of a bitch. I forgot to put one on. I wanted you too fucking badly.”
And I very much don’t want to take the time for him to rummage around and find one. I’m desperate for more. I like the way he feels, bare inside me.
“I’m clean,” I bite out.
“So am I.”
“And I’m on birth control.”
He caresses my hip with one hand, his breathing ragged, his voice strained. “No condom. You sure?”
“I like the way you feel inside me without one.”
“Fuck,” he groans, and then he’s inside me again, filling me up, so deep and so good. “Fucking fuck. Your pussy feels perfect this way.”
“Fuck me,” I demand.
Alessio growls, his hold on my hair tightening again, and then he gives me what I want, pounding into me. There’s nothing but the two of us, our bodies working together.
Still keeping a hold on my hair, he glides his other hand to my clit, strumming over me.
I can barely keep myself from falling to the bed, but I manage to stay on my knees, arching into him, meeting him thrust after thrust. I want to prolong this, keep him inside me, forget everything and everyone.
The headboard slams off the wall in a rhythmic dance. His cock hardens. He groans.
“I’m going to fill you up with my come. You ready for me, tesoro?”
“God, yes,” I barely rasp out.
I don’t know if it’s his words or the way he plays with my clit or the last, powerful thrust he gives me, like he’s trying to go deeper than ever before.
Whatever it is, I can’t hold on any longer.
The pleasure detonates inside me, and I’m clamping down on him, screaming his name as he does what he promised.
The scalding rush of him inside me only adds to the intensity, and I collapse onto the bed, dazed with pleasure, filled with Alessio’s come, his throbbing cock still planted inside me.