take my fill, because once we were out of this room, we’d never touch again. This was a one-time thing. Something that I needed to get me through the next few weeks. Something that reminded me I was more than Cardo and Chiara’s big brother. More than a captain in the Beretta Mafia.
I peppered kisses down her neck and back up again, whispering, “Say yes,” in her ear. I was taking a chance, one that could backfire.
“I…” She pushed her hand into my hair, gripping it as I flicked my tongue over her racing pulse. “Yes.”
Her one-word answer was like a bomb exploding in the room. I didn’t hesitate. I wrapped my arms around her waist, lifting her, and darting to my bedroom. The door clicked behind us, blocking us off from the rest of the apartment.
I didn’t put her down as I yanked her tank top up over her head, revealing her white lace bra and full breasts. I groaned at the sight of them and stroked my palm across the soft fabric, making sure to catch her nipples in the process.
She let her head dip back. “That feels good.”
“Want more?” I asked, lowering us onto the bed so her back was on the mattress. I hovered over her, my hand wandering down her stomach and to the button on her jeans.
“Yes.” She bowed her back, giving herself to me, and I couldn’t help but feel like I’d just been handed the best goddamn present. Normally I’d take my time to unwrap it, but there was something about Luna that made me want everything all at once. I wanted to touch her with my hands. I wanted to bury my face in her chest, in her pussy. I wanted to pummel my cock inside her and never leave.
But time was limited, so I pulled her jeans and panties down to her ankles and slid my finger through her slit, flicking her bundle of nerves and grinning as her eyes popped open. I rubbed at her, pushed my finger inside her, and pressed my thumb to her clit.
“More?” I asked. Her mouth opened on an answer, but she didn’t vocalize a single word because I was thrusting another finger inside her, getting her ready for what was to come.
I licked my way up to her chest, pressing kisses as I went, and clenched the edge of her bra cup between my teeth. Looking up at her, I kept her gaze fixated to mine as I pulled it over her breast slowly, baring her to me in more ways than one.
My tongue flicked over her erect nipple, and before I knew it, my mouth was closing over it, sucking like my life depended on it as I played with her pussy, making her wetter by the second. She was close. But I didn’t want her to orgasm yet. I wanted inside her when she let go, so I lifted up, letting her nipple free.
I undid the button on my suit pants, the sound of the zipper mixed in with her moans. My cock sprung free and I pulled my fingers out of her. “You’re so fuckin’ wet,” I groaned out, licking her juices off my digits. I shucked off my pants, my boxers following, then pulled her jeans and underwear off her completely. She was nearly naked for me, the only material on her body was the bra sitting underneath her breasts, pushing them up higher on her chest. “You on the pill?” I asked, kneeling back between her legs and lining myself up at her entrance.
“Yeah,” she gasped out, and I thrust inside of her, feeling my muscles lock up at how tight she was. Fuck. She was like a goddamn vise around my cock.
Her eyes were clenched closed, her face pinched in both pain and pleasure.
“Breathe.” I trailed my hand back to her clit. As soon as I pressed over the bundle of nerves, she relaxed back, opening her eyes, and meeting my stare.
The blue in her eyes was almost navy now, and I found myself captivated with them. I’d never seen someone’s eyes change color with the way they were feeling. She was an anomaly. An anomaly I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get out of my head.
“More,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck. She pushed her hips up, drumming the point home.
“As you wish.” I pressed my lips to hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth as I thrust in and out of her,