Page 112 of Marry Me Not
She tipped her head back against the wall, her lips slightly parted as she looked at me. “I—um, the first one is?—”
I dipped my head and pressed my mouth to the side of her throat. Her scent was strongest here—lavender and lemons. My tongue darted out, licking at her heated flesh and making her squirm.
“Cosimo, I can’t talk to you like this.” Her voice had gone breathy.
I ran my thumb over a shallow dimple on her lower back. “What’s the problem?”
She gasped softly as I bit down on the spot where her neck met her shoulder. “You’re distracting.”
“Now you know how I feel whenever you’re in my proximity,” I murmured against her skin. “Utterly distracted.”
Her hips canted up to meet mine. “Fine,” she said in a trembling voice. “The first one is called Bottega Chindemi. They’re the oldest workshop in town, so I’m guessing they’ll know what everyone else in town is up to and who the Quaranta collectors might be.”
I ground against her while I nipped and sucked on her throat.
“Then there’s the workshop closest to the location of Quaranta’s old one, the one that burned down.”
My palm slid higher up her back, and I unhooked her bra.
“They must’ve known Quaranta we?—”
I pulled her sweater off her, taking the bra with it, and tossed them onto the ground. She stood in front of me in just those jeans, and the sight of her like this made my cock swell.
I sank to my knees. “Keep talking.”
“I was saying that they must’ve known Quaranta well, and they should know what happened to his pieces in the aftermath of the fire.” Her fingers slid into my hair as I unbuttoned her jeans and dragged them down her thighs.
She wore a pair of skimpy black panties. I liked those. Maybe I should spare them from the fate the rest of her underwear met around me. I pulled them down gently with the jeans.
And then she was bare. I stood and walked back a few slow steps to admire her. Her eyes were dark with arousal, her nipples perky, and she had a light dusting of hair over her mound.
I dragged my thumb over my bottom lip, my cock straining against my jeans. “Get on the bed, spread your legs, and keep talking.”
She moved. Quickly. Eagerly.
I gave the glistening pussy she showed me a languid look before I slung one of her legs over my shoulder and dove in.
She got as far as telling me about the fourth workshop before her words turned into helpless moans I savored with my entire being. My fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs as I kept her tightly pressed against my face. I couldn’t get enough of her taste, of her smell, of the sounds she made…Christ. I lapped at her opening, circled her clit, and sucked on the swollen nub until she began to twitch beneath me, her thighs clamping around my head.
“Oh God,” she moaned, lifting her hips off the bed. “Oh myGod.”
I pulled away and strummed her clit with my thumb. I wanted to watch her fall apart, and fuck, she fell apart so prettily.
Her back arched as her climax ran through her. She tossed her head from side to side, curls scattering over the bedsheets as she rode her high. I dipped two fingers into her opening, feeling her muscles clench and relax, and the thought of feeling her do that around my cock was nearly enough to undo me.
Her muscles had barely stopped spasming before she sat up and reached for me. She ripped at my clothes, pulled off my shirt, and pressed her lips to my chest. She kissed me like someone who deserved her tenderness, her sweetness, and I just couldn’t take it. She made my heart fucking ache.
“On your knees,” I said roughly.
Her eyelids fluttered, like she felt pleasure at the command alone. She was a vision of obedience as she slid off the bed, lowered herself to the floor between my feet, tilted her head back, and opened her mouth.
The image branded itself into my memory. I was so fucking turned on that my hand trembled slightly as I grabbed my cock and slid the tip over her bottom lip, back and forth. Her tongue darted out, wetting the underside and making a drop of precum leak out the slit.
Slowly, I fed it to her, watching every inch disappear inside her mouth. I groaned. “Christ, baby. You look gorgeous like this.”
Her doe eyes didn’t leave mine as she sucked me off. I watched them water as she took me deeper and deeper, and my balls tightened.
I reached over and cupped her cheek. “You gonna let me come down your throat?”
