"No worries, there, Edie. I'll go first again," he declared, smug as fuck and too hot to be legal with his bed head and fuck me dark chocolate eyes. "Try to keep it down, will ya?"
That was all the warning I got before he sucked my clit, rings and all, between his lips, immediately taking up a flicking motion with his tongue. An electric sensation spiraled from my core to my clit and back again before the entirety of the nerve endings between my legs seemed to ignite. The burst of pleasure had me scrabbling for purchase, one hand on the smooth marble top, the other clamping over my mouth to muffle my shriek of ecstasy. I couldn't decide if getting pierced was the best or worst decision I'd ever made as I barreled toward what promised to be an epic orgasm. How the fuck is it coming so fast?
Vanni gave me no chance to even attempt to catch my breath, no, the fucker roughly shoved his fingers through my soaked entrance, relentlessly pressing right into the flesh behind my clit. My muscles seized so hard a cramp tightened my abdomen, briefly irritating my tattoo, before I felt an embarrassing amount of fluid pulse around the massaging digits my pussy was doing its damnedest to strangle.
"Oh, fuck, Vanni, stop, I can't." My jumbled plea fell on deaf ears as he did just the opposite, then the second wave hit me, eliciting a guttural scream I barely managed to muffle in the crook of my arm. Thankfully, he slowed at that point, but my clit ticked along with my out-of-control pulse like it had its own little heartbeat, a sensation I was afraid wouldn't subside anytime soon.
I lay there, limp and wrung out from the mother of all orgasms, while Vanni gently settled my legs around his waist and wiped his glistening chin on his forearm. Fuck, I made a mess. I was sure I'd be embarrassed, maybe, when my scrambled egg brain sorted itself out, but I couldn't even try to complain right now.
Vanni leaned over me, declaring, "Ten out of ten would recommend."
"What?" My brain so wasn't back online.
"Kitchen sex, keep up. And also," he said, voice deep and husky with whatever he was feeling, "I fucking love you, Eden Moretti. I'm so glad you came back even if I'd like to spank your ass for taking chances."
Giovanni Carlotti was in love with me. Not. A. Fucking. Lie. It was a damn good thing, too. I'd have had to kill him if he turned me down when I finally got the courage to tell him...even though my ink was likely the catalyst for him fessing up.
He didn't wait for an answer from my shocked self, fusing his lips to mine. The chaste kiss didn't last as he impatiently sought entrance, and quickly enough, our hands tangled in each other's hair just as our tongues did, one gripping tightly while the others swept against each other.
"What the fuck is going on today?" Santos' voice came an instant after the swishing sound of the doors swinging open.