his leg, toward his groin. “I like you in this outfit, polla grande.”
“Naughty,” he said softly, catching her hand. It might be a dream, but it still felt like there were hundreds of people around them. Unfortunately, as usual, one touch and he was ready to go. Hell, one look and he was usually ready to go. Ildaria was like a drug and he was addicted. Still holding her hand in his, he slid his free hand to her hip. “And I like you in this dress, Angel. It makes me want to slip my hand under your skirt to see what you’re wearing under it.” He let his hand glide down over her bottom and urged her closer as he squeezed gently. “But I really think you look even better out of it.”
Ildaria smiled slowly, and then pulled away and tugged him along behind her, leading him through the crowd, moving toward the edge of it until they broke away and escaped into an alley. It was narrow and dark, and felt isolated from the celebrating villagers behind them, the music, laughter, and chatter muted a great deal. G.G. was just wondering where they were going when she stopped and turned to face him. Before he could ask what they were doing, she leaned back against the wall, and tugged her top down, revealing her breasts.
G.G. stared for a moment, awed by the sight, and then moved forward, reaching for the perfect round globes even as his lips found hers. She greeted him warmly, her mouth opening at once to welcome him, and her body arching into his touch. G.G.’s tongue thrust and hips surged as he cupped and squeezed the breasts on offer. Her skin was so soft and warm, and she felt so damned good in his hands. He toyed with her nipples as he kissed her, plucking and tweaking them until she moaned, and then one hand fell away and dropped to tug up her skirt. Catching the cloth between them with the pressure of his body, he reached under it to skim his hand up her leg, smiling against her mouth when she shivered and shifted restlessly, little mewls of sound slipping from her mouth to his. He loved those sounds. He wanted more of them, and slid his hand between her legs to find no panties to bar his way.
The woman thought of everything, he marveled as he pressed against her heat. He felt her fingers tighten on his shoulders, and her legs spread a bit to make it easier, and then he let his fingers glide over her warm wet skin, and she was so wet for him. He wanted more.
Ildaria gasped and shuddered, her hips shifting as his fingers slid between her folds and caressed her. Moving gently but firmly around the nub he felt there, he just brushed the edges of the delicate spot and swallowed her gasps and moans as she began to ride his hand, chasing his touch as her excitement mounted. When she broke their kiss and gasped, “Please!” in that needy voice he loved, G.G. moved his mouth to her ear and nipped lightly before asking, “What do you want, Angel?”
“You,” she moaned.
“You want me inside you?” he asked.
“Si. Oh!” she cried out as he slid a finger inside her, shifting to continue caressing her bud with his thumb now, and doing so more firmly as he eased in and out of her.
“You like that?” he growled, nipping her ear again.
“More,” she gasped, nearly sobbing now. “Please, mi amor. Please.”
Turning his head, he caught her mouth with his in a brief hard kiss, even as his free hand reached for the front of his pants. He had them undone before he recalled it was a dream and he could have wished them undone or even gone. Pushing the thought away, he left off caressing her briefly, and retrieved his hand to catch her upper legs. When Ildaria immediately clutched at his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his hips, he guided himself into her, hissing between his teeth as she closed around him warm, and wet and—
“So damn tight,” he breathed as the head of his erection was swallowed and squeezed and drawn farther in. Then he surged upward, burying himself in her, a groan slipping from his mouth even as he heard hers. Pinning her body to the wall with his, G.G. turned his head and kissed her again. This time he continued to kiss her,