and rib cage. He rubbed his jaw lower, marking her skin, and then used his teeth, small nips that made her slick with need. “You’re not talking to me, and I need to hear actual words.”
Her breath was coming in ragged pants. His cock was raging. It took only moments to open the laces of her leather thong and drag it off of her, leaving her body completely bare. Vittorio brought his palm once more from her throat to the junction between her legs. “You’re hot as hell, woman. So beautiful like this.”
Seeing her needy and so hungry for him was erotic beyond anything else. When his cock was in her mouth she had much the same look. Adoration. Love. Hunger. She was sinfully sensual. He moved into her, caught her legs behind her knees and pushed them forward so they were nearly even with her ears, exposing her wholly to him.
“I wish you could see yourself right now.” He bent his head and swiped his tongue through her wet folds, collecting the nectar he was so addicted to.
Her body shuddered, and she gasped. He lifted his head. “I haven’t heard what I want to hear.”
“I can’t think straight. You’re making it difficult.”
He smiled wickedly at her and bent his head again. A moan escaped her, and he felt the muscles in her belly ripple beneath his spread palm. Smiling, he attacked, sucking, drawing out what he craved and then when she cried out, flattening his tongue and stroking until she was nearly sobbing. He changed tactics and flicked her clit hard with his tongue until she was close to exploding. He pulled back, wiping his face on the insides of her thighs.
“Vittorio.” She wailed his name.
“I am listening, mia vida.” He blew on her gleaming curls and then lower still.
“You know I’m staying.”
“You may have said so in the past, but there was no vow. I didn’t hear a vow.” He lowered his head and indulged himself all over again.
He loved the taste of her, but he also loved that she was so sensitive and responsive to him. Within minutes she was gasping out his name, her fingers curling in his hair, begging him. He loved that note of desperation in her voice. He had never played when he was with a woman, but Grace made him feel as if they had all the time in the world to enjoy themselves. She made him feel as if she gave him the freedom to play. To tease her. To enjoy every square inch on her body.
“I’m loving you, Grace.” He whispered it to her against her belly, unable to contain the truth. The feeling was overwhelming and so huge it spilled out of him until he had no choice but to tell her. “I’ll never stop.”
She went still, her hips quiet, and her gaze widened to drift over his face. “I never want you to stop, Vittorio. No matter what, I’m staying with you for as long as you want me. We’ll see it through together.”
He let himself look his fill, drinking her in, and then he couldn’t look anymore because his eyes were burning. He lowered her legs to the floor and rose over her to find her mouth with his, sharing her taste, half expecting her to turn away, but she didn’t. She kissed him, that slow burn he needed from her, igniting a hundred explosions in his belly, all the while conveying absolute love.
“I want you on your hands and knees, gattina.”
Her eyes searched his and then she moved, rolling over obediently, her face to the fireplace. He rubbed her buttocks, loving the look and feel of her. His hand settled on the nape of her neck, pushing her head toward the floor very gently.
“I’m going to take you hard and fast. It will be rough. You have to protect your shoulder, Grace, so lower yourself all the way down and put more weight on your good shoulder.”
She turned her head to look back at him but lowered her upper body more until she was resting on her elbows, her good shoulder taking most of her weight. He rubbed her bottom again, tracing his finger along the seam of her cheeks and then leaning in to nip with his teeth until she gave a little yelp and pushed back toward his hand.
He knelt up behind her, his cock heavy in his hand. He wasn’t going to last nearly as long as he would want to. Not with