the head of his cock, needing to milk him of whatever bit of arousal was left inside of him. He bit his bottom lip as he stared down at me and the action was so fucking erotic my heart momentarily stopped in my chest.
Roughly, he pulled me to my feet, his eyes boring into mine. “How do you do that?” he asked, one hand cradling my face. “How the fuck can you make me lose my mind like that?”
My response was to lick my lips.
With a groan, he crushed his lips to mine, and whatever strength I had drained out of my body.
I hung limply inside the arm he had hooked around my waist, aware without his support, I would have melted to a puddle on the floor. The other arm slid beneath my ass and I was lifted off my feet.
He placed me on the counter and spread my legs wide open. Then he settled his body between them. “I’ve been breaking all my rules for you, Sienna,” he growled. “Every single fucking one of them.”
I fisted his shirt in my hands, and said through gritted teeth, “I’m worth it.”
“Yes, you damn well are,” he said. “More than you can imagine.” He pulled the t-shirt over his head and violently flung it away.
My blouse was next, and he ripped it open. Buttons went flying everywhere as he pulled the material apart, exposing the fullness of my breasts encased in the dark lacy bra. Vaguely, in the back of my brain, I worried about how I would return in torn clothes, but it was like a hazy thought, without urgency or weight. His arms reached behind me and he buried his face in my neck.
I heard the lace of my bra rip from behind me. Obviously, it must have proved too hard for him to unfasten it in the one second where he’d allowed himself that task. The material was scraped down my arms, as my breasts, swollen and heavy, fell into his tough, rough hands.
“It’s been too long,” he breathed.
I could feel his body shuddering with anticipation. I was already soaking wet.
“You have no idea how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you. Wanting you is like those damn parasites that get into its host and change it from the inside and cause it to behave in ways that are detrimental to it. I’m doing things I know are a disaster for me, but I can’t help myself. The hunger for you just grows and fucking grows.” It almost sounded like he was angry with me, but even more so at himself for allowing himself to want me.
It was insulting in a way, but in another part of me that knew no shame, I relished how urgent the need to have me made him—almost brutal. His skin was on fire, waves and waves of heat came off him, washing over me. I gladly drowned in his warmth.
Cupping my breasts in his hands, he bent his head and ravished them. He sucked hard on my nipples, making me squirm uncontrollably from the bolts of arousal shooting through me. The sight of his full head of hair as he moved like a starved man from one breast to the other enthralling me.
His teeth relentlessly teased the sensitive buds as he marked every inch of my chest with kisses before moving across my shoulder blades. He scorched my skin as he worked his way up to my neck.
My head fell back in response and my legs wound desperately around his waist, my arms encircling his shoulders as I tried to hang on to sanity. “Fuck me.” I trembled, unable to endure the torment any longer. “Angelo. Take me!”
He bit softly on my bottom lip, and then slipped his tongue into my mouth, engulfing me with his wonderful taste.
Frantically, I began to pull at my underwear, desperate to get the scrap of fabric off me so he could have full access to where I needed him to be. He moved back slightly to help me, and in moments the barrier was dealt with. I was fully and indecently exposed before him, but there was not even an ounce of shyness in my being.
I spread my legs as wide as they would go, my sex pulsing and desperate for his attention.
I thought he would ram his cock inside of me, but instead he lowered down to his knees and threw my legs across his shoulders. Then his mouth covered my