Chapter 25
She bites her lower lip and, though I can tell she’s embarrassed, she doesn’t try to close her legs.
When I finally have her bare pussy right in front of my mouth, I lower myself slowly to lick her.
She writhes, and I catch one nipple, pinching it as a punishment.
Elodie lets out a delicious sound, and I rise to take an entire breast into my mouth.
I circle her taut nipples with my tongue, and I slide two fingers into the slick folds of her arousal without taking my eyes off her face.
Her head falls back in total surrender, her body given over to pleasure.
“So wet for me. God, that’s perfect,” I praise her, letting my fingers glide inside her.
She moans and clenches around me, hot and tight.
Again, the awareness that she’s yielding to me, trusting me, fills me up, but not liking the direction of my thoughts, I shove away anything that isn’t lust.
I suck one breast, then the other, because I’m crazy and starving to taste every inch of her. When I trail my mouth down her stomach, her belly, and reach the center of her thighs again, she lifts her head to watch me.
There’s fragility in her eyes right now, and the contrast between the inner strength I know she has and this vulnerable side, one I’m sure few ever see, makes me want to lay the world at her feet.
I don’t like what I’m feeling. I need to understand and label my relationships, and she doesn’t fit anything I’ve experienced.
I want to erase the awed expression on her face, because I could lose myself in it forever.
What we have is only sexual attraction. I just need her desire. I’m not aiming for feelings.
With both thumbs, I spread her pussy lips.
“I meant to go slow this first time, but you drive me insane, bella.”
“Gianni, please. . .”
She shifts her hips on the desk, trying to lift them, but I hold her by the hips to keep her still.
I plunge my tongue inside her while teasing her clit with my thumb in slow circles.
For a few seconds, her hands stay splayed on the wooden surface, but soon they’re in my hair, the initial shame left behind, steamrolled by the need to be satisfied.
I eat her without haste, reveling in her flavor.
Her taste, that unique scent of a woman, turns quickly into a drug I want to get addicted to.
She’s so sensitive that with every flick of my tongue, she whimpers loudly, begs, and tugs at my head for more.
When I find her sweet spot and rub the tight bundle of nerves already thrumming with desire, Elodie explodes in my mouth for the first time.
Her body shudders violently, and like a wildcat, she gives me a delicious sound of satiation as I suck every drop of her honey like I’m dying of thirst.
I keep working her clit even when her tremors begin to ebb and she’s caught between pushing me away, overloaded by the tension, and trapping my face between her thighs, keeping me there.
I don’t stop, burying my face in her pussy, still ravenous. I give her no respite, licking her soaked folds, her clit, plunging deep into her tight channel.
The second orgasm tears a sinful growl from her. I nip lightly at the lips of her pussy and she cries out, moaning for more.
I could get addicted to this. To her pleasure. To all of her.
I only stop eating her when her legs go slack over the desk and she looks wrung out.
I retrace my path back up her body, but this time I don’t pause at those tempting breasts. I want her to taste herself.
I kiss her deep, fucking her with my tongue, swallowing her breath while I knead both breasts.
She hooks her legs around my waist and starts unbuttoning my shirt.
The kisses blend together because neither of us wants to stop; it’s not just desire anymore, it’s need.
I suck her tongue, and she gives it back to me even harder.
“Rip the shirt if you want, I don’t care, just put those hands on me. Scratch me, Romani.”
She obeys, and I hear buttons popping free of the fabric.
I rise just long enough to strip off the shirt, the blazer, and the tie, then pull her into my lap.
“Don’t stop,” she begs as I start walking toward the door with her.
“I’m not going to fuck you on top of a desk our first time. You deserve more.”
“I can’t wait, Gianni,” she moans, raking her nails down my arms.
When she sucks my nipple, I give in.
I glance around, and the only surface that won’t hurt her is the thick rug by the fireplace, so I lay her down carefully.
While I undress, Elodie sprawls on the floor like a goddess of lust, thighs parted, breasts heaving with ragged breaths, her eyes roaming my body without shame.
I roll on a condom at lightning speed and lower myself, settling between her legs.
I slip off her sandals, then lift one of her legs, kissing along her calf and down to her sex.
I take her clit between my lips again, and when she squirms, offering herself to me, I snap.
“Slow and sweet later. Just tell me if it hurts, but right now, I need to fuck you deep, amore.”
She’s drenched, but I still slide a finger along her slit to make sure she’s ready for me.
“Please. . .”
“Open wider for me. I want to watch myself sink into you.”
I lower myself, but I don’t touch her yet.
“Will you tell me if it’s too much?”
“You wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Never, but I’m crazy for you. I’m not going to be gentle. I’m dying to fuck this tight little pussy.”
I lift my hand and brush my fingers over her lower lip, parting it before bending to suck her tongue.
She moans loudly.
I set the head of my cock at her entrance and begin to push.
“Fuck!”
Elodie is so wet she opens like a small flower, drawing me in, though with difficulty.
I have to press through because her pussy is so petite.
“Oh!” Her walls clasp around my cock, and I’ve barely worked the head inside. “Please. . .”
“That’s it, be a good girl and ask. I’ll give you what you need.”
Her pupils blow wide, and she moans, rolling her hips.
I slide out and drag the thick tip through her slick folds.
She whimpers and spreads her legs wider, an invitation I can’t resist.
I frame her face and, looking into those extraordinary eyes, pull out completely and thrust back in, taking her fully.
My teeth clamp down, because the way her sex grips me sends a jolt of lust straight to my balls—the urge to fuck her like a savage, to pound without restraint, drives me to the edge of insanity.
I capture her mouth, kissing her like her sweetness is my oxygen, like she and sustenance are one and the same. Like my Romni olds power over my every breath.
I draw out of her entirely, and when I push back in, she gives me a pained, needy moan.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as she writhes beneath me, as if she can’t decide whether to shove me away or beg me to fuck her harder.
The pleasure of possessing her is feral, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
She moves under me, sinuous, swallowing me with that tight little pussy.
The way she squeezes me is exquisite. Her breath is ragged, and her sex tightens in little spasms, like she’s on the verge of coming again.
I fist a hand in her hair, forcing her to look at me. “I’m not letting you sleep tonight.”
She swallows hard, eyes shining. “I don’t want to sleep. I’m afraid this will be over when I wake up.”
I don’t want to make promises, but I want guarantees.
I don’t know if she’ll be mine for only today—what we have is fragile and complicated—but at the same time, I know I won’t be able to let her go anytime soon.
I didn’t plan on getting into a relationship again, but a voice inside me screams, refusing to be silenced.
Mine.