My hand skated down her spine, fitting her body impossibly close to mine. There was something settling about feeling a woman’s curves.
“How do you want me, Gattina? Slow and deep, or hard and fast?”
Nora’s eyes glittered with desire, her skin flushed and breathing shallow.
“However I can get you,” she whispered, her words like a poisoned arrow through my heart.
Because she meant it.
Nora meant every single fucking word.
My hand disappeared under her skirt, finding the soft flesh of her thighs, but Nora snagged my wrist. “No, E. I want you.”
She pressed a single kiss to my lips and started walking backward, her fingers slowly hitching her skirt up around her waist. Stopping at a discarded table, Nora perched on the edge and crooked her finger at me. “Come get me,” she drawled seductively.
I licked my lips, stalking toward her, imagining all the ways I wanted her. But none stood out more than Nora screaming my name as I fucked her into oblivion.
Loosening my tie, I pulled it free, snapping it between my hands. Nora’s breath caught, her eyes wide as saucers.
“Do you trust me?”
“I…” She swallowed her last shred of rationality and nodded.
Looming down over her, I pressed one of my hands against her sternum and pushed her flat onto the table. Taking her hands in mine, I bound her wrists together and stretched them up over her head, securing the end of the tie to the underside of the table,
“Don’t. Move,” I demanded. “Move, and you won’t like what happens.”
I grabbed her panties and ripped the scraps of lace clean in two, stuffing them in my pocket. Nora writhed beneath me, and I tapped her thigh. “Behave.”
Circling my fingers around my shaft, I pumped a couple of times, before dragging the tip of my dick through her wetness.
A violent shudder rolled through Nora as she cried out, “Condom. We need a condom.”
Fuck.
I was two seconds away from slamming inside her and now she wanted to play it safe.
“Yeah,” I said. “Okay.” Pulling my wallet out, I retrieved a foil packet and ripped it open, rolling the latex over my hard on.
Once it was fully sheathed, I grabbed Nora’s legs and slammed inside of her without warning. Her screams of pleasure echoed around the small room, boosting my adrenaline to epic proportions. She was so fucking tight, so fucking good.
I watched myself disappear into her hot little body, over and over, until sweat rolled down my back and her moans became background music.
“Enzo…”
My name on her lips was like music to my ears, and I folded my body over hers, running my nose along her jaw and kissing the corner of her mouth. “Tell me how it feels, Gattina.”
“Good… it feels… God…” The words died on a throaty moan.
Nora’s tits jiggled inside the cups of her dress as I rode her body fast and hard. I didn’t want to stop. Her pussy had magical powers, blocking out all the noise in my head.
“More,” she cried, arching her body into mine. My lips trailed down her neck, sucking hard on the skin at the base of her throat. It was a dick move, marking her, but I couldn’t resist. Grazing the sensitive skin with my teeth, I reveled in Nora’s pleasure-drenched whimpers.
She wanted me to mark her. To brand her and claim her. I would never understand what she saw in me.
My hand found its way back to her throat as I raced toward the edge.
“Let me touch you,” she begged, lifting her hands. The tie came loose, and she reached for me. “Please.”
I grabbed her wrists, slamming them back to the table. If she touched me, if she held me… I couldn’t do it. This couldn’t be about more than sex. A release. Two people using each other for a good time.
“No touching,” I reminded her, rocking my hips at a slower, deeper pace. I was close, so fucking close.
“Fuck, Nora,” I breathed, slipping a hand between our bodies and pinching her clit. Nora shattered, screaming my name into the shadows. It was enough to get me there and I came hard into the condom.
Dropping my head to Nora’s collarbone, I dragged in a shaky breath.
“That was… wow.” The awe in her voice was like a noose around my neck. But then she anchored her bound hands around the back of my neck, toying with the short hairs at the nape of my neck.
I went rigid, pulling back to look at her. “What the fuck are you doing?”