As tempted as I am to continue to work her body to see if I can expel a third, the selfish side of me is dying to feel her against me.
Gently, I guide her hips back down to the chair and unlatch my belt buckle, leaving it hanging open as I unbutton and unzip my dress pants.
Standing, I scoop Vinnie into my arms, urging her legs to wrap around me. She winds her arms around my neck and slams her mouth to mine, kissing me with abandon as I walk us closer to the window. Her pussy is soaked, her wetness smearing onto my bare stomach.
The sensation is intoxicating.
Pressing her against the window, I give just enough space between us to push my pants down enough for my cock to spring free. Her body slides down slightly, aligning us perfectly, and without any further hesitation, I pull my cock through her juices, coating the tip, then push into her.
Our lips leave each other as I fill her to entirety. A slur of curses flees my lips in Italian, and she gasps as I bottom out within her.
For several seconds, I don’t move, I simplyfeel.
Pulling back, I look at her, taking in the sight of her disheveled hair, and the flush on her beautiful light-olive complexion, against the backdrop of the city we both love.
And then I begin to move.
Rolling my hips, I find a rhythm that allows me to thrust deep inside her while still anchoring her between me and the window. I grasp at her breasts, kiss any inch of skin my lips can reach, and whisper things in my native language that I know she won’t know the meaning of.
Things I’m not ready to say aloud in the language she understands.
Hoisting her onto my hips a bit more changes the angle, and within seconds her hand curls into a fist, the flat part slamming into the window above her head as she writhes in my arms, panting and losing all control once again. The bite of her stilettos digs into butt with every thrust, creating a slight tinge of pain mixed with my pleasure.
When she comes, her pussy tightens around my cock, milking it tightly as I fight to hold my own release in. The sweet sounds of her crying out flood my senses, beckoning me to follow suit.
Reaching beneath us, I pull my length from her so I can relocate us.
My hands clasp under her thighs, and I carry her through my apartment. My pants fall and get kicked off within the first few steps, so by the time we make it to my bedroom, we’re bothcompletely nude.
Tossing her to my bed, her breasts bounce as she lands and I follow her onto it, placing my knee between her legs as she crawls up further to fit us both.
“Do you have any idea how exceptionally beautiful you are, piccola ladra? Both inside and out.” I unbuckle her left shoe, sliding it from her foot and letting it fall off the side of my bed, before repeating the process with the right. “Such a little thief, Vincenza. You’ve stolen my heart. Can’t you see that you’re holding it captive now?”
“I could say the same about you…” Her voice trails off as I kiss my way up her body, exaggerating each open mouth kiss into a lingering caress.
When I reach her pussy, I kiss it as I did the rest of her, worshiping it and taking my time.
The way her body seizes beneath my hands tells me she’s still reactive. Changing my technique, I use my fingertips to spread her as I did while at the gala, and begin to massage her clit.
Alternating between the tip and the pad of my tongue, I play with the pressures as I hold her open, learning which makes her squirm and which makes her tense from it being too much.
It only takes a few minutes before she’s writhing beneath me, on the brink of another orgasm.
When her legs snap around my head, I feel the quake of her body before she screams out in pleasure.
This time, I don’t help her through it, but I jump to my knees and position myself on top of her, slamming into her as she rides through her orgasm.
Lifting her leg, I thrust into her, bringing it higher and higher until I’m hitting her at an angle that keeps her whimpering.
“Holy shit,” she moans. “Rightthere. Right there, right there, right there.”
Vinnie pushes her foot against my hip, keeping the angle as I let go of her leg and reach between us, rolling her clit between my pointer finger and thumb.
I’m close—no longer wanting to fight it off—but I’m determined to watch the pleasure of her orgasm dance across her face one more time before I allow myself release.
“I can’t,” she whines, her eyes rolling back as her back arches.
“You can, piccola ladra, and you will. Come for me, Vinnie, and I’ll chase you into the stars.”
