17. Sly
Vincenza’s eyes meet mine in the mirror, her cheeks flushing.
Dragging my hands down her body, I crumple the fabric of her gown in my palm and start bunching it higher. Her hands meet mine and she continues to pull up more of the dress, exposing her legs inch by tortuous inch.
Slowly, I kneel behind her. “You are absolutely exquisite, piccola ladra. Every part of you was made for me.” Leaning forward, I press a soft kiss against the back of her thigh. Her knees buckle slightly in response, and she lets out a soft moan.
“This isn’t fair,” she whines breathily. “I know what you’re doing.”
My teeth nip at the delicate skin of her inner thigh. “What is that, exactly?
“Swaying me with your touch.” She gasps when my fingers brush against the lace of her panties.
“Mmm,” I hum. “And is it working?”
Hooking my finger in the fabric, I pull it to the side, dragging my fingers through her wetness. She’s soaked for me, and I can’t wait to draw pleasure from her body as many times as I can before she leaves this hotel room.
“I’m set in my decision, Sly,” she says, tipping her head back. Her eyes are closed, hips rocking slightly. Her body is begging for my touch, and as tempting as it is to continue taunting her, I am working on a timeframe.
Ignoring her answer, I pull her panties down and let them slide from her legs. She pushes up on her tiptoes as she steps out of them, kicking them aside.
Sidestepping on my knees, I grip her thighs and guide her to turn with me. “Bend over, piccola ladra.”
Spreading her wide, I am gifted with the magnificent view of her most intimate places, and immediately I bring my mouth to her. Her arousal coats my tongue as I swipe it through her folds, savoring the taste.
“I have missed you, Vinnie. Every day that passes and you are not in my arms is like dying a thousand deaths.”
“I’ve missed you too,” she admits. “So much, but Sly, I can’t…”
I cease her words when my thumb connects with her clit, swirling the nerve with the exact pressure I know makes her lose all sense of control. Her knees buckle again as my finger works in conjunction with my tongue while it slides inside of her.
”Oh my God,” she moans, arching her back as she presses further into me, leaning her forearms and elbows on the couch. In her hands, she continues to grasp as much fabric of her gown as she can hold.
“Piccola ladra, I have spoken to God about the pleasure I am about to give you and he has willingly turned an eye for this moment. Address me, not Him.”
But I don’t give her the chance to. Instead, I increase the rhythm of my tongue and finger, and bring her to orgasm quickly.
Crying out, she slams her open palm against the couch cushion. “Sly. Sly, Sly, Sly, Sly, Sly,” she chants.
My cock strains against the fabric of my pants and I reach down, grasping it in hopes of waning some of the pressure.
“I do not wish to ruin your hair, Vincenza. So sit on the couch and spread your legs for me.”
I’m nowhere near done with her yet.
She obeys and lowers herself onto the couch, pulling her gown up past her hips. The image of stroking my cock and coming all over her beautiful wedding gown flashes through my mind as she scoots herself to the very edge of the cushions.
Staying on my knees, I place my hands on her thighs and press her legs open as far as they’ll go, not giving her any time to recover from her orgasm before I suction my lips around her clit and begin my ministrations yet again.
I’m hopeless when around her, wanting to succumb to her every want and need.
“Sly,” she moans. “Please…I’m so sensitive. Let me take care of you.”
“Absolutely not,” I grumble, never removing my mouth from her. My tongue caresses her opening in long, languid strokes. Dragging my hands further up, I slide them beneath her, cupping her cheeks as I use my thumbs to spread her wider.
I eat her like a starving man devouring his first meal in days. Everything about her—from the noises she makes to the roll of her hips, and the sweet, delicious taste of her arousal—makes me painfully hard. Desperately, I want to sink inside of her, but even more, I want to bring her to orgasm so intensely her pussy will vibrate with aftershocks throughout the ceremony.
At least until I arrive to stop it.
Using the tip of my tongue, I massage her clit in precise circles, teasing it as I shift my hand and sink two fingers into her. With a soft bend of my fingers, I begin to massage her G-spot in the same tempo as I tongue her clit.
Moments later, the most beautiful sound erupts through the quiet room as she comes again on my tongue. I lap her up, holding her thighs firm as she tries to close them. Her hand fists my hair as she simultaneously pulls me closer and pushes me away.
When her body relents, melting against the couch, I sneak a quick glance at my watch.
Our time is running out.
Standing, I look down at her pussy as it glistens. It’s beautiful, and as my eyes drag up her body, I take in her flushed appearance. She looks thoroughly satisfied, but so badly I wish to hear her come a few more times. “I desperately want to continue to pleasure your body, piccola ladra, but I’m afraid I must go in a moment. So, stand up.”
Instead of listening, she slides from the couch and sinks to her knees, reaching for my belt. “Let me make you feel good, Sly. I want you in my mouth.”
Taking a step back, I shake my head. “As much as I would love your lips around my cock, I would much prefer to feel your pussy as you come all over it.”
Bringing my hand to my belt, I unhook it before working the rest of the fasteners. Pushing the denim down my legs, along with my boxer briefs, I sit on the couch. My pants shift down to my calves as I spread my legs, getting comfortable.
I watch as Vinnie’s greedy eyes drag over the lower half of my body, licking her lips. Without further instruction, she climbs onto me, straddling my legs as she holds onto the back of the couch and lowers herself.
She takes me fully and we both groan in unison when I’m fully seated inside of her.
“Dammit, Sly,” she moans, but she doesn’t continue her thought.
She doesn’t have to. I can feel the way her body speaks for her. She’s still mine.
Holding onto the couch with one hand, she uses it as leverage to slide up and down while her other arm holds her dress. Every time she takes me, she clenches her walls, milking my cock harder with each roll of her hips. Yet, her movements are slow and deliberate. Drawing pleasure from both of us. Making this moment count.
She thinks it will be our last.
Using my hands to guide her hips, I close my eyes and whisper, “You were made for me, piccola ladra. A perfect fit in every capacity. Please, don’t marry him.”
“That’s not fair,” she argues.
And it truly is not fair of me to ask—I already know she will not be marrying August St. Jean today. Still, I wish she would be the one to call things off, though I know in her mind she has good reason not to.
I’m just not sure what her reasoning is.
“Ti amo,” I tell her—reminding her she is the one for me.
“Sly,” she moans again.
Reaching between us, I use my thumb to stroke her. My release is so close I fear I won’t be able to hold it off much longer.
Since the day she left my hospital room, all I have thought about is her touch.
My body aches for her, always.
With my dominant hand, I guide her hips up and down my shaft faster, pushing us both to the brink of release. When her pussy tightens around me, I know she is close, and I rub her clit vigorously as I let myself go. My balls tighten, cock twitching inside her as ropes of hot cum line her walls. At the same moment, she cries out, her own orgasm ripping through her body even harder than the last.
Quiet panting fills the room, and it takes us both several minutes to come down from our exquisite releases, chests heaving as we catch our breath.
As Vinnie’s breathing slows, she leans forward, capturing my lips in a kiss that screams everything her words will not. Her lips are soft against mine, and I reach up to tangle my hand in her hair, cupping the base of her head to deepen it. It is in this position that I love holding her most—where I feel like she is forever in my arms, as she is in my heart.
Kissing her back with unrelenting force, the love I have for her flows through me as though it’s a tangible being, intense and powerful. The magnitude of said love knows no bounds, and somehow, even clearer than before, I know she will marry me today instead.
My silent proposal intertwines with her silent yes.
With a kiss, I allow myself to daydream of when I will finally get the opportunity to propose, and the look on her face when I do. A smile pulls at my lips at the mental image, and Vinnie pulls away, smiling at me as she traces her fingertips against my cheek.
Lifting on her knees, she slowly glides up my cock, releasing me from her warmth before she pushes backward to her feet and stands.
Leaning forward, I cup between her legs before she can step away further, dragging my fingers through my cum as it slides out of her. Smearing it against her inner thighs and all around her greedy pussy, I smile. “With every step closer to him, you’ll feel the evidence of my release on your skin. You’re mine, Vincenza, and no promise of matrimony will keep you from me.”
Her cheeks redden slightly as she pushes back a smile of her own. “Your mouth is filthy, Sly Lucchetti.”
I can hear it in her voice that she doesn’t fully believe my words. Not yet. But within the hour she will.
“Only for you, piccola ladra. My mouth was made entirely for you and your pleasure.”
She turns back toward the mirror and picks up her panties, stepping into them as best as she can with the large skirt of her dress. Our eyes connect through the mirror, and I watch the shudder of her chest as she expels a shaky breath.
Knowing it is my time to leave, I stand and redress myself before coming up behind her. My hands trace up the intricate detailing on her sleeves before I wisp her hair from her shoulder and press a kiss to the column of her neck.
You’re mine, Vincenza Paladino, and in less than one hour, we will show the world that our love is stronger than your fake engagement.