“I should have caught you and held on for my life,cara.”
“Gino—”
“But I let my own fears, my own history—”
“Gino—”
“Screw me over. I got stuck in my own head, the guilt, everything just–umph.”
Gino was stunned into silence when Rosa slapped her hand over his mouth.
“Would you let me finish!” Rosa said dryly. “Dios, is this what it is going to be like? You rambling off and not allowing me to get a word in edgewise?” Gino bit lightly into her hand.
Rosa laughed as she drew her hand away. “Gino.” The breathless way she said his name had his dick twitching again. She must have caught on to the change in his mood because her beautiful eyes darkened. “What happened that night with Tito was not. Your. Fault.” Gino saw her need for him to understand, and he immediately swallowed his denial. “That lies with a dead man. We will not talk about it ever again. From this moment, there is only you and me in this relationship.”
Gino smiled and nodded in agreement, once again humbled by how incredibly strong his woman was. And she was his. Completely. And he was just about to prove that very thing to her.
Holding her gaze, he reached for her hands, lifting them to press a kiss to the back of them, and then held them to his chest. “Have I told you that I adore this dress?” The way Rosa looked at him as if he hung the moon made him feel ten feet tall. “The way it hugs your curves, it gives a man like me a lot of ideas.” He reached around her to grip the tab of her zipper and slid it down, reveling in her swift inhale as the backs of his fingers skimmed across her skin.
Gritting his teeth, he pulled his hands away and reached for the buttons of his shirt. “I don’t want to do anything that will scare you,cara.” He removed his shirt and went for his belt. He froze at her sharp inhalation and his gaze flew to her face. If he’d seen disgust or horror there at the evidence of the torture he’d experienced the night they had met, he might’ve faltered to the point of turning back, but there was nothing but desire and heat in Rosa’s eyes. Cursing quietly at the answering wave of desire that slammed through him, he quickly kicked off his shoes and pulled his pants and socks off in a move that was more speed than grace.
“I’m not scared, Gino,” Rosa said in a breathless tone. “I’m aroused, and exhilarated, and—and, um, well, a little intimidated.”
Gino paused. “By what?”
Rosa gave him a dry look. “By you, silly. Let’s just say that there is a lot of you, Gino”—she nodded in the general direction of his dick—“and you’re intimidating.”
Gino couldn’t hide his grin, and the glint in her eye made him glad he hadn’t. He reached for her again, sliding her dress from her beautiful body. She stood before him a matching strapless red bra and panty set.
“Santo Dio,” he whispered almost reverently. “Just look at you, my beautiful Rosa.”
He knew he was close to the point of no return, where he would find himself coming inside his damn boxers before he had a chance to do anything more than gaze upon her perfection. So he made quick work of her lingerie before lowering her to the mattress of her bed.
“I’ve dreamed of what you’d taste like so many fucking times.” He groaned as he shucked his boxers and made a space for himself between her legs.
“Are you—your mouth?” Rosa stuttered.
“Fuck yeah, I am.” He growled, moving in and inhaling her scent. “And I am sure as hell going to use my mouth.”
He didn’t tease or take things slowly. That wasn’t his way. He simply placed his mouth over her, sucked her honey into his mouth, and then thrust his tongue as far into her pussy as he could.
Rosa tensed for a moment, and Gino knew a moment of panic that perhaps he’d moved too fast, but then her hands slid down to press against the back of his head, and her hips rolled against his mouth. Taking his cue from her, he began to devour her, taking every drop of pure liquid she had to give, and using the tip of his tongue against her engorged clit. His Rosa, he learned, knew a lot of curse words. In English, Italian, and Spanish. The room echoed with her shouts and cries and he reveled in the fact that it was his name she screamed when he threw her over the edge of release. Twice.
The third time he pushed her close to the edge, she pulled his hair, hard, and he cursed when he lost contact with her hot slick flesh.
“Gino,” Rosa panted in a voice that shook. “I know I said that I wanted you to take your time with me, but I’m rescinding that request. Taking your time sucks. It’s not what I want.”
Gino wanted to thank every god he knew, crawl up the bed, and slam himself home, but he wasn’t going to do that. Not yet.
“Rosa, are you—”
“Don’t ask me if I’m sure,” Rosa practically growled. Even when she was pissed at him, she was stunning. “I know what I want, and I want your cock. In my pussy. Now!”
Gino grinned as he crawled up her body, loving the way she practically purred when he laid his body over hers. “You’re the boss.”
Rosa grinned up at him as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his hips. “And don’t you forget it.”
Gino’s grin slipped away as he felt her wet heat press against the head of his cock. “Forget this moment? Forget you? There is no way in hell I could do either, Rosa.” He flexed his hips, driving himself into her, her previous orgasms making the move easy and so fucking hot he once again had to fight the urge to come. “Te amo,Rosa.”
He’d wanted to tell her he loved her for weeks. It felt right to say it now, in Spanish, just for her.
Rosa’s immediate smile was the sweetest thing he had ever seen. “Ti amo anch'io,Gino.”
His heart melted when she returned his declaration of love in Italian. Then there were no more words as he began to move. The tight, hot feel of her as he slid deeper and deeper into her body was indescribable. He loved how Rosa kept her gaze locked to his and never held back the sounds that told him what she liked and what she loved as he moved.
When he was buried balls-deep within her, he held still for a moment. When he was sure he could continue without losing control, he began to move within her. He pumped his hips, driving himself in and out of her sweet body in an ever-increasing rhythm. He could feel Rosa growing hotter and slicker around his cock. Thankful that she was getting close, he allowed himself to move faster until he was pounding into her.
Despite the power of his own release that he could feel building within him, he kept an eye on his woman, making sure that she felt nothing but pleasure in what they were doing together. From the way her hands gripped his shoulders and the beautiful sounds she continued to make, Gino knew that she was.
Hovering too damn close to the edge of his orgasm, afraid that he would go over without her, he reached down to press his thumb against her clit. Rosa cried out, her body tensing against him, and he slammed into her, rolling his hips against her, and that was all it took. Rosa screamed as her body convulsed beneath him, and her release triggered his own. He thrust into her one final time, threw back his head, and shouted her name to the heavens.
