Chapter Ten
SAM WOKE UP to find the bedroom bathed in strips of moonlight.
Alessandro had picked her up outside Giuseppe’s apartment, having waited for two hours. She’d fallen asleep the moment he’d started the car. By the time she’d showered, he had disappeared.
Blinking, she sat up and found him in the armchair. Legs kicked out in front, fingers clasped on his abdomen, eyes closed. His dark hair gleamed with wetness, that aura of quiet confidence clinging to him in repose too.
Gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, and his bare chest was lean but defined.
She moved to stand in front of him, skin thrumming with molten awareness. For all that he claimed that this was an affair, they still hadn’t had sex. If anything, he seemed almost…reluctant. All her insecurities about how inexperienced she was crashed into her.
With Matteo, sex had been another milestone, a rite of passage, even another item in her adulting checklist. She had wanted the experience more than she had wanted him specifically, which was horrible and stupid in hindsight.
With Alessandro, though, all she wanted was to lose herself in him and make him lose all sense of control.
“Sameera?” he said, coming awake. “Everything okay?”
“Why didn’t you join me in bed?”
He straightened in the armchair, the soft light from the standing lamp making his pecs shine. “You didn’t invite me in.”
“What do you think the last few weeks have been about?” she snarled, throat tight.
“You were deeply asleep,” he said in that same calm tone. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“You want me or not?”
He spread his legs in a wicked invitation, and her gaze slid down his body. The shape of his long, thick erection, evident against his sweatpants, made her skin prickle. His gray gaze patiently waited for her to come back. “I’m always like this now, tesoro. All it takes is a thought of you.”
Squaring her shoulders, she moved forward until she was straddling his legs. Putting her weight on the armrest, she climbed into his lap. His thighs were rock hard against her flesh, and his scent of cloves and pine wrapped around her like a tendril of lust.
His palms stroked her hips, her ass, her thighs, over and over.
The scrape of his abrasive palms against her smooth skin left pockets of heat behind.
Those gray eyes searched hers. “You’re nervous, bella.
” His hands drifted upward, spanning the tight curve of her waist, rough knuckles brushing the underside of her breasts but not lingering.
“We’ll take it slow, Sameera,” he said, a ragged edge to his words.
His open mouth drew a wet-hot trail over her jaw.
Swatting his hands away, Sam scooted upward on his thighs until his cock speared her, notching perfectly against her clit. “I don’t want slow or controlled, Alessandro. I want to consume you, break you apart. Until I know you like no one else does.”
Squeezing her hips hard, he jostled her on his throbbing length, just enough to send dampness pooling at her core. “Why, bella?”
Leaning down, she bit his lower lip. “I don’t know, okay? I…have never felt like this before.”
“In that, we are not apart, tesoro.” Then took her mouth in their hottest, hungriest kiss yet.
Sam couldn’t catch her breath. She didn’t want to.
He ravaged her mouth, breathing out endearments when she willingly took it and curses when she got aggressive.
His tongue thrust into her mouth in a vulgar parody of what she needed somewhere else.
He whispered things in Italian she didn’t understand but made her shiver.
He stroked and kneaded every rise and dip of her curves. His fingers moved up and down, charting her skin. On every downward slide, they pressed against her breasts, but never touching enough, never following through.
“Please, Alessandro, just come inside me now…”
“No, bella. Let’s get you ready first, or I will hurt you.”
Sam moaned into his mouth, desperate for him to be as mindless as her. “I want fast and furious,” she said biting at his lower lip.
He shook his head, his hands busy rolling up the hem of her T-shirt. “Not for our first time, no.”
She lost her protest as her shirt came off. Long fingers circled her nipples, which were tight and achy even without touch. His palm flat on her belly, he pushed her until she was leaning back, her hair a silky waterfall down her bare back.
Her balance as precarious as her heart’s yearning, Sam bowed back.
Something dark and wicked shone in his eyes as they trailed over her breasts and lower. Much lower where her pink thong was mostly damp and swallowed up by her folds. “You’re so beautiful, Sam. I don’t know where to begin. If I’m not careful, I could—”
“I don’t want careful, Alessandro,” Sam said, leaning forward. “If so, we should stop now before I—”
Another kiss and this one was pure male dominance, with all his expertise pitted against her relative inexperience.
His fingers trailed all over again, tracing her scar, playing with her breasts, drawing circles around her nipples, tugging at the diamond piercing at her belly button, leaving pockets of heat wherever they went.
“God, you’re such a tease.” Sinking her fingers into his hair, she tugged.
Laughing against her thudding heart, he bent. Tongued her nipple in a wet lash. Did it over and over, a featherlight touch that disappeared too fast for her to pin down.
She looked down, and he looked up as his mouth closed over the taut peak. That simple, searing eye contact was the most erotic thing she’d ever known.
How Alessandro looked at her—as if everything about her was fascinating, as if he couldn’t get enough—was just as arousing as what he did to her with that mouth. He thrummed her other nipple with his fingers as he drew the first one into his mouth and suckled, hard.
Rivulets of sensation zoomed down to concentrate at her core.
Fighting his hold, she moved up on him, and they both groaned. He sucked and tugged at her nipples until she was so sensitive that she couldn’t take it anymore. She writhed on him, trying to find the right angle, while release hovered just out of reach.
Sinking her fingers into his hair, she tugged hard. “Give me what I need. Make me come. Now.”
“I told you I like you best demanding and clingy.” With that, he ripped her thong off. His thumb found her clit and stroked, slower and gentler than she needed, fingers dipping into her wetness.
“Cristo, you’re so wet,” he said and then dripped her dampness all over her clit. Over and over, up and down, he played with her folds, flicked her clit but not enough to get her off.
Sam bent her spine, buried her mouth in his neck and bit him.
His laughter joined the symphony of sensations sizzling across her skin, a kaleidoscope of pleasure urging her on and on. Then slowly, ever so gently, he penetrated her. One finger, then two.
The fit was tight and burned, and Sam never wanted him to stop.
“Maledizione, you clench me so tightly. What will you do to my cock, Sameera?” He thrust his fingers in and out, stretching her, his long fingers pressing and nudging a spot inside of her that made her shudder.
Sam rocked in tune with his thrusts, every inch of her coalescing at that spot.
On and on, he caressed her, urging her on with his filthy words. Never shifting his gaze from hers. She was chasing his mouth at her nipples for a deeper pull, his fingers inside her for a better angle, but it was his eyes that made her fly.
One second it wasn’t enough and the next too much. Pleasure fluttered its wings across her body, spiraling down and down, until it splintered. She moaned and rocked into it, desperate to hold on.
Alessandro lavished openmouthed kisses over her neck and shoulders, his fingers still wrenching the after-tremors inside her.
“You come so prettily, Sam. The sounds you make…” he said, his mouth at her temple, his fingers pulling out of her with a squishy sound, leaving her feeling achingly empty. “I need to feel you bare, bella.”
Then he was pushing down his sweatpants onto his corded thighs, pulling her up onto his abdomen until his shaft pressed up against her sensitized clit. The heat from his skin burned her, the slide of that thick length against her folds making her arch into him.
“Inside me,” Sam whispered. As long as he made her feel like this again. As long as he looked at her as if he wanted to consume her. “Now, Alessandro.”
She was a rag doll in his arms as he lifted her up, tore open a condom packet and rolled it down his length. And then the broad head of his erection notched at her entrance. The sight of him playing with her folds, draping himself in her wetness…made new embers heat through her.
Sam watched in growing fascination and spiraling alarm. He was big, and it had been so long for her. It was going to hurt. Just as she braced herself to not betray too much, he cupped her hips, lifting her.
Panting, she pushed down her weight, hands on the slopes of his shoulders. “No, here. Now.”
“Even if you’ve come, it will hurt like this. You’re fragile.” His refusal was steel even as his gray gaze was hazy with lust.
It was the wrong word to use on her. She wanted no accommodation, no second-guessing on his part. She wanted him to take her without apologies.
She went for his mouth. She licked and laved at his lips, nipped and bit, stroked her tongue against his until his hands wandered away from her hips to cup her breasts. He cupped and played with them, the tips of his fingers flicking against her nipples.
He groaned as she pushed up to her knees, took him in her hand and dipped the head of his shaft inside. One inch, then two. She hissed as even that stretched her impossibly. The burn of it made his kiss that much keener, sweeter.
With one downward thrust, she impaled herself on him. His hips thrust up instinctively, as though he couldn’t stop himself. Which meant he stroked into her fluttering channel in one hard thrust, until he was lodged all the way in.