"Where are we going?" She glances up. "I thought you were taking me up the stairs?"
So had I. But I’m more possessive than I realized, for the thought of having her for the first time in any place other than my own bed is untenable.
"Luca?" She places her fingers against my cheek. "Where are we going?"
"Home."
When I reach the car, the same man who drove us here is already there and holding the door open.
I place her inside. When I straighten, she grabs my arm and tugs. I turn and bend my knees until I’m eye level with her. I press a hard kiss to her mouth. She throws her arms around me and holds on. She parts her lips and I sweep my tongue inside, chasing hers. The taste of hers sinks into my palate and goes straight to my head. My cock all but stabs a hole through my pants.Cazzo. I tear my mouth from hers. "Scoot inside."
She slides over. I follow her in and slam the door shut.
"Get us to the airport." I tap on the barrier between the front and the back seats and he raises it. Even before he’s eased the car forward, she throws her leg over my lap and straddles me.
"Fucking hell." I grab her hips and hold her in place over my throbbing arousal. She digs her fingers into my shoulders, grinds down on my hard column, and goddamn, the sight of her with her head thrown back, riding me like she can’t get enough of me, is enough to send me out of my body.
I curve my palm around the nape of her neck and squeeze. She draws in a breath, then gazes into my eyes. Her golden pupils resemble dark lava, her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is a cloud around her shoulders. Her neck is so slender, my fingers meet in the front.
I drag my other palm down the fabric of her dress, bunch it up around her knees, then slide it under the hem and up her thigh. She trembles. I slip my finger under her panties and brush her pussy lips. Her entire body jolts. A moan bleeds from her lips. Why didn’t I take her straight to the bedroom when I had the chance? Now I’ll have to wait another few hours before I bury myself inside her. I press down on the swollen nub of her clit, and she pushes out her chest so her breasts are right in my face. Damn. I bend my head and close my lips around her nipple over the fabric of her wedding dress. She wriggles around restlessly, parts her legs wider as she tries to invite my finger inside her melting pussy. I release her nipple, only to turn my attention to her other breast, then breach her channel with my thumb.
"Jesus. What are you doing to me?" I growl.
She brings up her knees, lowers her forehead to mine and pants. "Luca, please, please…" A tear squeezes out of the side of her eye and I lick it. I gaze into her eyes as I brush my lips over hers, and she flutters around my finger. A burning sensation ignites in my chest. My thighs harden, and my balls tighten. I can’t let myself come, not yet. Not until I’m inside her. Not until I have her in my bed. Doesn’t mean I can’t shoot her high on pleasure, though. In one sweeping move, I turn and throw her down on the seat—thank fuck we’re in a limo.
She yelps, stares up at me. "What are you doing?"
"You don’t get to question me."
Her cheeks redden. "You’re such a neanderthal."
"And you" —I warn her as I shove her dress up so it’s around her chest— "are at my mercy." I grab her panties, pull them down her legs, then before she can react, I dive down between her thighs.
"Luca—" Her yell cuts out when I thrust my tongue inside her channel.
I notch my arms under her knees and lift them so they’re pushed up on either side of her chest, then I swipe my tongue up her slit. She moans. I lick her again and again, then curl my tongue around the swollen nub of her clit.
She digs her fingers into my hair and tugs, I feel the pull all the way down to my cock. Goddamn. I need to get her to come before I spill in my pants. I suck on her clit, and a whine bleeds from her lips. Her entire body goes rigid, and I know she’s close. I begin to eat her out in earnest. I slurp on her pussy lips, tug on them, then ram my tongue inside her channel again and again. I mimic exactly what it is I want to do with her when I finally have my cock buried inside her. I drag my whiskered chin across her soft flesh and she explodes. Her spine curves, and she throws her head back and cries out as her entire body jolts. Moisture bathes my tongue and I lap it up. I keep on licking up the sweet evidence of her climax, and she finally slumps. I raise my head, release my grip, and crawl up to plant my elbows on either side of her. Then I lower my head and lick up the tears on her cheek before I place my mouth on hers.
35
Jeanne
I can taste myself on his lips. And I can taste him. The joined taste is an aphrodisiac that causes my pussy to clench. Is this a sign of things to come? Where he’s always able to silence me with an orgasm, or a look, or a kiss? And I’ll never be able to think for myself again? Is his dominance so powerful that I’ll always be forced to bend to his will?
"Stop. If you’re still thinking, it means I haven’t done my job well." He searches my features.
"Is that what I am to you? A job?"
"And what if I say you’re more?"
"I’m not sure if I’ll believe you."
He pushes back a strand of hair that’s fallen over my forehead. The touch is so tender, so gentle. How is it that this big brute of a man always surprises me when I least expect it? Once more, tears prick the backs of my eyes. Damn, I must be close to my period. No wonder my mood is all over the place. I push at his shoulders but it’s as effective as trying to move a brick wall.
"Luca." I swallow. "Let me up."
"Not until you tell me what’s bothering you."