Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Flora
The sensation of his body touching mine felt better than I ever dared imagine it might and as I gazed down and saw the top of his head between my legs, I had a feeling things were about to get even better.
“Fuck!” I cried as my fingers tightened in his hair. His breath warmed then chilled against my intimate flesh a split second before his tongue ran along my length.
The feel of his mouth on me there was beyond anything I had ever known and while I was basking in it, it also felt too much. I attempted to pull away or push him away, but apparently he wasn’t on board with that.
“Not a fucking chance, tesoro mio,” he rasped his second utterance of the Italian word I didn’t know against my flesh as he gripped my hips more firmly and pulled me back against his mouth.
He hadn’t shaved that day and the slight scruff he was sporting on his face abraded my inner thighs as he set about devouring me, and I liked the contrast of his soft tongue and rough stubble.
“Maurizio,” I moaned as his tongue began to lap against and around my clit while a finger slid inside me.
My muscles tightened, clenching and holding his finger tightly, as an ache in my belly and pelvis began to build.
The calling of his name seemed to be taken as encouragement judging by the sensation overload he unleashed on my body. With my muscles relaxing a little, a second digit was added to the first and they pumped in and out in perfect rhythm with his tongue that was worshipping my clit.
“I can’t stop,” I muttered, warning him of my imminent release.
He paused, very briefly. “Good.”
One word and then he returned his attention to me and my pleasure.
A garbled scream with the utterance of his name merged to leave my mouth as a cry of pleasure and passion.
My body convulsed with the intensity of my orgasm and instead of easing up or releasing his grip on me, Maurizio continued to pleasure me, wringing every last ounce of my delirious release from me until I felt boneless and exhausted, yet craving more of this man.
He crawled back up my body, “Dolcezza.”
Yet more Italian but before I could ask about it, we were kissing again, the taste of my pleasure passing from his lips to mine and if that wasn’t an aphrodisiac, I didn’t know what was.
I could feel the length of him, hard and in need, pressing against me and I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me.
My arms were already around his back, holding him tightly and pulling him closer and my legs were now joining the party as my ankles crossed on his behind.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are when you come?”
I had no idea if his question was rhetorical.
“You are, like should be illegal to be that beautiful.”
I laughed at what I perceived to be his flattery. His expression intensified and his eyes turned darker.
“I wasn’t laughing, and I wasn’t fucking joking.”
I felt strangely chastened so tried to look away.
“No!” His tone was commanding and dominant. “Look at me.”
I immediately complied.
“You are a beautiful, but when you come, the sight of you, the knowledge that I am the one giving you pleasure, well, that is indescribable, my lady.”
His words couldn’t be described as romantic, I was sure, and yet they tugged at my heartstrings, the sincerity of them as well as his desire for me.
“Maurizio.” That was all I had in response. I reached for his face, stroking his bristly cheek and chin, then smiled up at him, a smile he returned.
“That is never going to get tired, my name on your kiss swollen lips. Do you want me as much as I want you?”
He slid the hard length of his desire back and forth along me, then stopped.
“Yes, more than anything.”
In that moment, his hands were everywhere, holding me, touching me, pulling me closer.
“Where do you keep condoms?” He pulled back, kneeling between my open thighs where I was on display for him once more.
My eyes dropped from his face, down his body that glistened with sweat before I reached his erection that already glistened with pre-cum. I licked my lips and wondered how he would taste.
“Condoms?” he repeated, regaining my attention.
His gaze flitted between my lips, my exposed intimate folds and the bedside table where I assumed he expected me to keep condoms.
“I don’t have any.”
He stared and said nothing. Maybe he needed me to expand.
“No need . . .”
He silently stared.
“I don’t have sex . . .”
Silence dragged on.
“Not for a while . . . I wouldn’t do that . . . fuck . . . not here . . . not without you.”
He leapt from the bed as if he had been burned. Panic rose as I wondered if I had said something wrong. Had I come on too strong and frightened him off?
“Yeah, well, you better remember that, but now, there is a need and you will be having sex, a lot because I intend to fuck you every way I can think of and then I am going to think of some new ways.”
He turned to leave.
“Stay exactly where you are while I get condoms.”
I watched his back and sexy arse leave my bedroom and could barely believe what was going to happen. What had already happened.
Lying, spread out, waiting for Maurizio seemed to last a lifetime. I assumed when he said he was going for condoms, he was going to his room to get them, but as I wondered just how long he had been gone, I questioned if he had gone to buy some.
Tired of waiting, I got up and went in pursuit of him and I didn’t have to go far before I found him, halfway between his room and mine.
“I thought I told you to stay where you were.”
“You did, but you were gone too long.”
He quirked a brow as he held up a box of condoms.
“How many of those do you need?”
“All of them.” His answer, just like his naked stance, was cocky and self-assured. “Now, tell me, where would you like to be fucked first, your bed, mine, or right here on the landing?”