her bare legs called out to me like a singing siren. Unable to sit still any longer, I pushed to my feet, quietly crossed the room, and reached for the suggestive sway of her hips.
She startled and looked up at me, then smiled. A sensual, relaxed, for-my-eyes-only grin that made me ache to touch her—everywhere. “You’re supposed to be relaxing.”
“I know.” Hands on her hips, I leaned down and brushed my lips against the side of her throat. “I’m too hungry to relax.”
She sighed as I kissed her. Tipped her head to the side to give me more access to her creamy skin. And shivered when I found a sensitive spot and sucked. “The eggs are going to burn if you keep that up.”
I reached over with one hand, flipped off the stove, and pushed the pan to the back burner. Then I grasped her at the hips and turned her to face me. “Eggs aren’t what I want right now. Ti desidero, angioletto.”
She sighed again. Opened to my kiss and slid her arms around my neck, groaning into my mouth as I tasted her. And when I slipped my hands under her sweet ass and lifted her in my arms, she didn’t even hesitate to wrap her legs around my waist and hold me tight as I turned her and crossed the kitchen.
“Mm, Luc...” She had one hand in my sweats, already pushing them down my hips before I even reached the table. As I laid her out over the surface, she wrapped her silky fingers around my already hard cock and guided me toward her steamy center. “Take me. I’m yours.”
I kissed her deep and thrust hard, groaning at how slick and swollen she was for me. Loving that little gasp she made every time I filled her. Savoring how tight and wet and perfect her pussy felt around my throbbing length.
It had been so long. I’d been desperate for this for days, for her... Drawing my hips back, I shoved in deep, savoring every ridge inside her, every contraction of her sheath that told me she was enjoying this. Each grunt and gasp and groan that tumbled from her delectable lips.
“Yes...” Her fingernails dug into my shoulders, and she rocked her hips up against my thrusts.
I drew back from her lips and gazed down at her, mesmerized by the pleasure in her features, the way her eyes were closed and her head was tipped back on the table. The way she was grinding her clit against me and couldn’t seem to get enough. “Oh yes, Luc, more...”
A frenzy built inside me. One powered by her plea, by the need to be exactly what she wanted, everything she needed. By the urgency to give her a fraction of what she’d given me upstairs in that shower.
“You are so fucking beautiful, angioletto. So sexy, so perfect. So hot...” Kissing her jaw, I trailed one hand to her breast and squeezed the sexy mound through her T-shirt. With the other, I pushed her leg back so I could drive deeper. So I could thrust harder. So I could fill her more completely than I ever had before. “I can’t get enough of you. I can’t ever get enough of you.”
She groaned long and deep and lifted her hips on every downstroke. And as I kissed her throat, as I feasted on her silky skin, I prayed she would come soon, because I was so hot, I was seconds away from exploding, and I didn’t want that to happen until I felt her detonate around me.
“Cazzo,” I muttered, bracing one hand on the table as I held her at the knee with the other and hammered into her. “Fuck, Natalie…”
Something in my brain short-circuited. I couldn’t seem to stop slamming into her even though I wanted to. Biology took over. The primal need to mark her and brand her as mine consumed me, forcing me to fuck her even faster.
“Oh God, Luc...”
Her back arched beneath me. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders until pain shot down my spine. But neither made me stop. Neither cut through the animalistic need raging inside me.
And then I heard her scream. I felt her pussy spasm around my aching cock. And the explosion that consumed me was so strong, so hot, it was as if she reached into my soul and triggered the orgasm inside me, then grabbed hold and wrenched the cum straight from my body.
It lasted longer than I expected. I twitched as