Page 100 of Marry Me Not
His mouth moved against mine in a practiced rhythm that made my body ache with need. He pushed his tongue inside, teasing and tasting, while his hand slid up my ribs to cup my breast. He squeezed it—hard—then swiped a thumb back and forth over my perked-up nipple through my lace bra until sparks of electricity traveled straight toward my clit.
I moaned into his mouth, “More.”
“More what?” he demanded, a mocking lilt to his voice. “Want me to play with these tits some more? Or want me to play withthis?” He dipped his hand into the front of my panties. I gasped as he pinched my clit and rolled it between his index finger and thumb. “So wet for me already. Good. I want you dripping, Fabiana. That cunt better be nice and slick for my cock.”
Jesus.I blinked at him, my vision hazy with the lust his dirty words had awakened in me. “Keep talking.”
“Hmm?” His fingers slid farther, probing my entrance. “What do you want me to say? You wanna know how many times I’ve imagined being inside this tight little cunt?” A finger slid inside. “How often I got myself off to just that?” Two fingers now. “Too many to count. You’ve tormented me for months.” He leaned in, his mouth hot against my ear. “I won’t be gentle.”Three.
I moaned. I should’ve been scared. At least a little worried. One look between us, and I knewthatwould be a tight fit even if this wasn’t my first time.
But maybe it was something about being inside the sauna that switched off my capacity for fear. Or maybe it was just him. Because no matter what filth he uttered, I felt safe with him.
I lifted my hand and dragged it over his jaw. “Do your worst.”
His gaze sparked with want and something a little exasperated, like he thought I should quiver in fear instead of egging him on. But then his fingers were gone from me, and he grabbed me by the backs of my thighs and tugged me into him. My core pressed down against his erection, and I groaned.
“Rub on me,” he growled.
My head rolled in a semicircle as I obeyed. Hearing this man order me around did things to me. I imagined he’d keep doing it, and the thought made me even hotter.
I rolled my hips, dragging the front of my panties over his shaft. Again. Again. He kept one hand on my waist to guide me while he reached behind me and unhooked my bra with the other. It fell away from my breasts, and he sucked in a harsh breath.
“Fuck.”
He held my gaze as he fondled me, his lips slightly parted, his face slack with need. He was sexy. So, so sexy. And I was so incredibly horny for him that it scared me. I didn’t think there was much he could order me to do that I wouldn’t do.
He dipped his head and pulled a nipple into his mouth. I was still rubbing up on him, a different kind of heat blooming inside of me.
So good, but I wanted more. I wanted everything. I wanted to know what it felt like to have this man touch me, lick me, and fuck me everywhere.
He might’ve been greedy for me, but I was ravenous for him. I’d been starving myself, and now I was being presented with the most decadent meal.
I hated every piece of fabric still on my body. I didn’t want there to be anything but him and the heat. “Cosimo, I’m ready,” I moaned when he moved his mouth to my other breast. “Please.”
He lifted his head and spoke the next words right against my mouth. “Please, what?”
“Please, fuck me.”
The next second, my panties were gone. Ripped right off me and tossed to the floor.
He grabbed his erection and ran the tip over my swollen pussy.
“You on the pill?”
“Implant,” I whispered as we both watched him moving himself back and forth against me.
He slipped into my opening and pushed in just an inch before pausing. I thought maybe he was going to ask me again if I was sure about this, but when I met his gaze, the dark desire in them took my breath away. There was no question. No hesitation left.
His hands dropped to my hips, and he pulled me lower with steady force.
Pain stabbed through me, and I winced.
He stopped. “Breathe.”
I took a breath and bore down on him, ignoring the pain even as it grew. I wanted this part done with. I?—
“Slow down,” he ground out. His body was tense with effort, as if staying still took everything out of him. “Christ.”
