“I think you like sucking cock.”
A wide grin stretches her cheeks that is soon wiped clean when I duck my head between her thighs and lick a path from back to front.
“Ahhh,” she whimpers, and when I lift her hips to do it again, she rocks up to meet my face. Her passion coats my tongue, and I lap it up.
Delicious.
Tori squirms beneath me like I’m tickling her and she isn’t sure whether she wants more or wants me to stop. Her fingers carve new tracks through my hair, holding my face against her. I lick and kiss my way along her wet crease, occasionally dipping my tongue deeper into her heated flesh.
A shiver racks her body when I finally reach my goal and suck her clit between my lips. Gently at first, then more firmly, before plunging two fingers into her channel. She gasps, and her hips lift fully off the crisp linen sheet beneath us. It’s the kind of reaction I anticipated, even if this is the first time I’ve had the pleasure of tasting her.
Tori tugs hard at the roots of my hair, and it’s a wonder she doesn’t manage to come away with handfuls given the singular focus of her actions. I couldn’t care less if I’m rendered bald as long as she allows me to keep sucking and nipping the tiny button while my fingers roughly pump in and out of her body.
Every little reaction, every little whimper of pleasure falling from her lips, is further encouragement for me to spoil her with sensations. And soon she’s tossing her head from side to side, begging for release.
“Don’t stop ... More.”
“Like this?” I ask, curling my fingers inside to reach that sensitive spot that will take her over the cliff.
“Fuck yes,” she manages to gasp out before she’s crying out a release.
But I don’t let up, my mouth still sucking and licking.
She’s drenching my fingers. And her hands are still jerking at my hair. The pain driving my own arousal higher.
When I’ve rung every drop of pleasure from her body, I gentle my touch and place a light kiss on her.
The grip she has on my hair finally loosens, and I crawl up her body. Keeping the skin-to-skin connection as our bodies drag across each other. Her soft, supple breasts squishing against my firm torso. And when my face reaches hers, Tori’s deep-brown eyes scorch me with their heat, another delicate sound slipping from her parted full lips.
Placing my hands on either side of her face, I bring her lips to mine for the lightest of touches. But Tori has other plans, and the kiss soon turns hot when she demands more. Obviously not bothered by the taste of her release coating my mouth and tongue.
“I’m so damn turned on, I’m going to self-combust if you don’t start filling me, like, now,” she says while sliding a hand between us to cup my balls.
How did I get so lucky to find this insatiable little firebrand? It’s like I’ve met my match when it comes to sexual appetite.
“If you’re ready for more, then so am I. I’ve been dreaming about this every night since we were on the yacht.”
Quickly, I grab a condom from the small chest of drawers beside the bed, sheath my cock, then position myself between her legs.
She spreads wider for me as I hover at her entrance.
“Well, are you going to fuck me or not?” she demands with a fierce look that pulls her shaped brows low.
“Bella, I want you so badly I can barely see straight.” I’m not afraid to admit it—not that Tori could be imagining anything else with my rigid cock inches from her. Curling a fist around the base, I swipe the tip through her wet folds.
Her groan fills the room. “Are you teasing me again, Gio? Because I think you’re forgetting the bit where I said I was a BJJ black belt.”
I choke out a laugh. This tough-girl talk in the bedroom is new for me, and I like it a lot. So much so that I’m tempted to find out what it would feel like to be restrained by her. But the need to fill her overrides every other thought, and I tilt my hips forward to sink into her. Tight heat stretches around me. Hugging my shaft. And it’s fucking amazing.
Burying my face in her neck, I growl, “Tell me what you like.”
She angles her hips higher, giving me better access, and it’s enough for me to forget to go slow.
“What I want is you fucking me. Hard and fast.”
I grip the bedding on either side of her body and thrust forward so hard that her body slides several inches up the bed.
“Yes,” she cries, and when I nip at the soft skin below her earlobe, she continues to chant, “Yes, more.”
