As if everything about him weren’t overkill already, he had to go speak Italian. It made her writhe.
“Antonio, please...”
“Si, amore, I will please you...always and forever.”
He pressed his face to her thighs, his lips opening over her quivering flesh like a starving man who didn’t know where to start his feast. Her fingers convulsed in his silky hair, pressed him to her flesh, unable to handle the stimulation, yet needing even more.
He dragged a hand between her thighs, electrifying her as the heel of his thumb brushed open her outer lips. Her undulations became feverish, her pleas a litany till he dipped a finger between her molten lips, stopping at her entrance.
“I dreamed of you like this from that first day, open to me, letting me possess and pleasure you.”
He spread her legs, placed them over his shoulders, opening her core to him fully. Her moans became keens, sharpening, gasping.
He inhaled her, rumbling like a lion at the scent of his female in heat, as she was. He blew a gust of sensation over the knot where her nerves gathered. Her hips rose to him, a plea escaping her lips. It became a shriek when he finally, slowly, slid a finger inside her and she came, pleasure slamming through her in desperate surges.
He’d again made her climax with one touch.
Among the aftershocks, she felt his finger inside her, pumping, beckoning at her inner trigger. Her gasp tore through her lungs as his tongue joined in, circling her bud. Each glide and graze and pull and thrust made her need ignite again as if she hadn’t just had the most intense orgasm of her life.
Soon she was sobbing, bucking again, opening herself fully to his double assault until he had her quaking and screaming with an even more violent release.
She tumbled from the explosive peak, drained, stupefied.
From the depth of drugged satiation, her heavy gaze sought his in the receding sunset. His eyes glowed azure, heavy with hunger and satisfaction.
“From now on you’re on my menu every single day,” he whispered. “I’m already addicted to your taste and your pleasure.”
Something squeezed inside her until it became almost painful. It flabbergasted her to recognize it as an even fiercer arousal. Her satisfaction had lasted a minute and now she was even hungrier. No, she felt something else she’d never felt before. Empty. As if a void inside her was growing, demanding to be filled. By him. Only ever him.
“Don’t indulge your addiction now.” She barely recognized her voice, sultry with hunger, hoarse from her cries. “If you don’t give me yourself right now, I might implode.”
All lightness drained from his eyes as he squeezed her mound possessively, the ferocious conqueror flaring back to life. “And you will have me. I’ll ride you to ecstasy until you can’t beg for more.”
His sensual threat filled her with nervous anticipation. Her heart went haywire as he slid back up over her, sowed kisses over her from her mound to her face, before he withdrew to look down at her.
His exhalation was ragged. “Do you realize how incredible you are?” As she mumbled something between dismissal and embarrassment, he persisted. “Don’t you see how incredible I find you?”
He rose above her, displaying the full measure of his sculpted perfection. She struggled to her elbows, her mouth watering, her hands stinging, with the need to explore him, revel in him.
But he wasn’t inviting her to witness or examine his splendor, but demonstrating her effect on him. Glimpsing his manhood in the semidarkness last night had filled her sleep with sexual torment. It was why she hadn’t been able to keep her hands off him when she’d woken up, though she hadn’t dared remove the sheet he tented even in sleep. Now she forced her gaze down...and was again awestruck at the size and beauty of him.
What if she couldn’t accommodate him? Please him?
His muscles bunched as he reached down to the floor, picked up the pants he’d discarded and produced a foil packet. He was ready this time. Last time he hadn’t been, which meant he didn’t have women here. That was such a momentous realization, it made this even more incredible than it already was.
Then holding her eyes in such promise, he tore the packet open.
She almost came again just watching him sheath himself.
“Now I take you, mi amore. And you take me.”
Though she shook with agitation, she whimpered, “Yes...yes, please.”
She received him in trembling arms as he came down over her. She cried out at how her softness cushioned his hardness.
Perfect. No, sublime.
Pushing her legs wider apart, his eyes solicitous, tempestuous, he bathed himself in her readiness in slow strokes from bud to opening, driving her to desperation before he growled and finally sank inside her in one long, fierce thrust.