Looking up and down the hallway, I see that we’re completely alone in this corridor, so I nod my head in agreement.
Without hesitation, Sly sinks to his knees. “Hold your dress for me, bellissima.”
My hands find his, and I take the dress from his fists. The crystal beads are rough against my palms, but I hold it up exactly where he had it.
Just the smallest part of my nude lace panties show and he wastes no time tugging them down my legs, leaving them to pool around my feet. His hands drag up my bare thighs, and I shiver even though I’m anything but cold.
“Wondering what you taste like is turning me into a desperate man.”
He takes his time, his soft touch caressing my upper thighs, his fingertips tracing the curve of my backside.
“How so?” I ask, my voice surprisingly steady now, considering I’m turning into putty in his hands.
“You’re all I can think about. From the moment I wake until my very last thought when slumber takes me. And now that I know the sounds you make when you come, it plays on a constant loop in my mind.”
As he tells me this, his hands slide against my outer thighs until they rest just below my hip bones. His thumbs spread the lips between my legs, and he leans forward, swiping his tongue against my exposed clit.
A moan erupts from my throat, echoing off the walls. On instinct, I drop one of the fistfuls of my dress and slam my hand over my mouth.
“Oh god,” I moan again, but it’s muffled by my hand.
Soft vibrations from his low laugh bounce off his mouth and straight to my clit, and my knees buckle.
Pushing my dress back up on the left side, he keeps it firmly in his grasp as he lifts my leg, bracing it over his shoulder as he leans in deeper to apply more pressure with his tongue.
When his finger pushes into my warmth, I lose all control. My hips roll to chase his touch, and I can’t help but dig my stiletto into him while my shoulders lean against the wall for leverage.
“I love to see my finger disappear inside of you, Vinnie. I cannot wait to watch my cock slowly sink in as you take me inch by inch. I’ll fit perfectly inside you. You were made for me.”
Pumping into me with his finger, he swirls his tongue around my clit, swiping it down to meet his finger before refocusing his attention back on that bundle of nerves. Pulling it into his mouth, he creates a suckling rhythm that has me seeing stars within seconds.
I can’t formulate a thought to string together a sentence, but so badly I want to agree with him. Iwasmade for him. That’s what it feels like.
Before I realize it’s happening, I explode, coming so blindsighteningly hard my body slides down the wall a few inches. I cry out—the sound muffled behind my hand—as my orgasm crashes into me like a tidal wave.
But he doesn’t stop. Instead, he adds another fingerand looks up at me with devilish eyes, removing his mouth from me long enough to say, “Another.”
Impossible, I think. It’s never happened before. Then again, no man has ever aimed to make it happen.
“I can’t,” I part whine, part groan as sparks shoot through my body.
My head tilts back to meet the wall as Sly works his fingers, pumping, and curving and, stroking inside me while his mouth presses rough, demanding kisses on my skin.
“You absolutely can, piccola ladra. Nothing brings me greater pleasure than watching you embrace yours.”
When he reaches the inner part of my thigh, he sinks his teeth into my skin hard enough to leave a bruise on the soft flesh. I whimper as he contrasts his bite with soft kisses, soothing the sting he left behind.
As his lips reach my clit again, all is forgotten as my eyes roll backward. I’m sensitive, and instinct tells me to fight against his tongue, but I quickly learn there’s a fine line betweentoo much and losing control.
“Oh my God,” I moan as another orgasm washes over me and Sly increases the thrusts of his fingers.
“Fuck, Vinnie. I cannot wait to take you home.” His fingers slow as my orgasm levels out, my breathing evening.
Looking down at him, he doesn’t abandon where he kneels on the floor, nor does he remove my leg from his shoulder, or drop my dress.
Instead, he returns to pressing, soft kisses on mythighs, his fingers brushing against the spot where he bit.
“I apologize. I got carried away.”
