I don’t wait for him to respond. Instead, I reach beneath my body and move the sheet off him so we’re skin to skin. His cock springs free and I curl my fingers around him, pumping from root to tip.
His head tilts against the headboard as his fingernails drag against my thighs, finding their way to my hips, and he lets out a moan so carnal, I lose control.
Positioning him against my entrance, I sink onto him, inch by delicious inch, gasping from the way ourbodies fit perfectly together—as though they were made for each other.
“Che cazzo”he mutters under his breath, his eyes fluttering closed.
Once he’s completely filled me, I begin to move, riding him until I find a rhythm. He holds onto my hips, lifting me as I slide up and down his length.
“You ride me so well, Vinnie. Look at us.” He presses his fingers and thumbs against my chin, tipping it down until I’m staring between us, where our bodies connect. He moves his hand back to my hips, guiding me slowly up his length.
“Perfetta,” he groans.
Fusing our mouths together again, he sits up, readjusting our angle as he wraps his arms around my back. Thrusting his hips upward, he dips his head, reaching to kiss the swell of my breast before he takes a nipple into his mouth.
I cry out when his teeth skim it, building the pleasure within me.
“More,” I beg, my voice raspy with need. “Harder.”
Bracing one hand on the bed, he uses it as leverage to intensify his thrusts, spearing me as I hold onto his shoulders.
“Yes. Right there, Sly.” My moans fill the room, echoing against his guttural sounds. I wind my arms around his neck and kiss him, focusing on the pleasure building and the sounds of our skin slapping as we chase the feeling of our bodies together as one.
Pleasure vibrates through my body, intensifyingso quickly it slams through me, pushing me over the edge. “There! God, I feel youeverywhere. Harder. I’m coming!”
Sweet euphoria overtakes my body, my walls tightening around him as my orgasm rains down like a lightning storm.
I feel feral.
Alive.
Slowing his movements, he gently presses kisses against my chest while his hands move to my hair, gathering it until he transfers it all to one hand, holding it in a ponytail to get it off my neck.
“You’re everything I want and need, piccola ladra,” he rasps.
Then he pulls out—the movement so sudden I’m not ready for it, and I wince from the feeling of him leaving me—and flips me onto my back.
Sinking further down the bed, he grins up at me as he hitches my legs over his shoulders.
“Wait, you didn’t?—”
“Your pleasureismy pleasure, remember? I’m nowhere near done with you yet, and when I feel you’ve had enough,thenI will find my release.” His fingertips drag across my slit, gathering the wetness before he smears it around, his eyes never leaving mine as he does. “Lay back, piccola ladra.”
And then he worships at the throbbing between my thighs over and over again.
“You’re late, baby sister,” Joseph sneers as I breeze through the front door of my parents' home. I hand my clutch to a nearby housekeeper and shrug my coat off, glaring at my brother.
“And?” My patience has run thin for him and his disgusting friend.
He says nothing, but smirks in a way that says far more than his words could.
“Oh my gosh, Vinnie!” My mother bursts into the room, clutching a newspaper so tightly it’s completely crumpled. “How could you not tell me!”
God, I’m not in the mood for this. Leaving Sly’s apartment aftersixorgasms had been blissful. The last thing I want to deal with isthis. Not when his touch still lingers on my skin, his scent still clinging to me beneath the cover of my perfume.
I hadn’t had time to shower when I arrived back at my apartment, and instead, I washed quickly between my legs, threw on a clean outfit, and applied a light dusting of makeup and a spritz of perfume. Because Iwasrunning late.
But wow, was it worth it.
