Page 120 of Someone Exactly Like Me (Wounded Hearts 1)
I woke him.
When I look up at him, his head is bent toward me, his hands release slowly from behind his head, and his eyes meet mine, longing entangled with lust. I’ve never been looked at this way before. He’s like a caged animal, salivating at his prey.
I rise from bending over his body and straddle him, pelvis to pelvis. Pulling my camisole over my head, I take his hand and place it on my breast, giving him permission.
His lips open, speechless.
Releasing my breast, he sits up, presses his forehead to mine, and laces his fingers into my hair. Hunger sparks in his eyes, intensifying my desire. His grip tightens as his shoulders lift and he heaves an exhale. He must’ve brushed his teeth when he changed into his pajamas because he smells more like mint than cigarette.
“Destiny,” he breathes my name, capturing my lips with his, moving his hands to hold my face.
Tenderly, he kisses me, releasing and recapturing my lips like he’s tasting them for the first time, savoring them. Sealing his lips to mine again, he slides his tongue in my mouth with a grunt. As his probes into my mouth grow hungrier, my heart beats faster.
Pulling back from my face, he breaths heavily, staring at my lips as he runs his thumb across my lower lip, licking his own. He returns his gaze to my eyes.
“I’ve been desperate to feel your lips again,” he rumbles, low and wanting.
His next capture of my lips is eager, confident, greedy. I’ve never felt so desired. Aggressively, he slides his tongue in and out of my mouth as his fingers press into my face. Leaving my lips, he tilts my head and sweeps my hair from my neck. Leaning in to my exposed skin, he runs his nose from behind my ear, down my neck, to my collar bone, his breath hot on my skin. Blood rushes through me. Then he travels the same line up with his mouth, sucking, nibbling. My breathing increases, as I roll my head back.
With both hands, he grabs my breasts, grunting. I arch my back and he accepts my invitation, clamping his mouth on one nipple and twirling the other between his fingers. I gasp as my breasts tingle and wetness builds between my legs. Arching more, I hold myself up with my arms behind me. Switching his mouth and hand, he takes my other nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. A whimper escapes me between stilted breaths.
He leans back onto his elbows, his eyes roaming my body. “You’re so fucking beautiful, mia dolce ragazza.”
Holding his gaze, I lift myself off of him and slide my knees between his legs. Leaning forward, I place soft kisses on his chest, working my way down the curves of his abs. I tug down one side of his pajama bottom, exposing his V-line, trailing it with my tongue.
“Ah,” he growls, taking a fistful of my hair into his hand.
Nibbling and kissing back toward his naval, I bypass the bulge peeking out the top of his pajamas, and tug down the other side, licking and nipping his skin. Kissing my way back up to his naval, I lift the elastic waist of his pajamas, pulling it down, revealing his full length. He’s magnificent, every single inch of his body.
He releases my hair, staring at me. Refocusing my attention, I take him in my hand, running my tongue from his base to the little V at the top of his head, flicking at it. He flinches a little. I do it all again. This time he grunts. I do it faster and swirl my tongue around his head.
His body jolts up and I lift to sitting on my knees. Wrapping his hands around my shoulders, his eyes pierce into mine. “Destiny,” he says, shaking his head, breaths heavy. “I don’t think I can control myself.”
“Then don’t,” I hush. I want him out of control. Unhinged, with me. For one hot night, I want him to be mine, all mine. I want to be the object of his desire.
Pushing him back, I lower down, taking him in my hand again, circling his head with my tongue. Closing my lips together, I insert just his head through them, and back out. In again and back out, adding a swirl of my tongue. Several more times and I curl my lips over my teeth, thrusting my mouth down his shaft to the base.
“Oh cazzo,” he blurts as his body tenses.
I slide him out and thrust down again, and again, bobbing up and down. With a shove of my knees down into the mattress, I let them bounce back up, increasing my rhythm. Holding my head steady, I let the motion propel him into and out of my mouth.
With a growl, he lunges up, pulling me off him, heaving breaths. “You’re going to make me come,” he says, searing me with ravenous eyes. “I’m not ready yet. Come up here.”
I crawl up toward him and he takes off his pajama bottoms then slides my silky shorts off me. In one swift movement, he flips me onto my back, his body hovering above me. I inhale sharply.
Arms straddling my head, he lowers, claiming my lips. Our tongues dance to the same yearning beat as I run my fingers through his hair. His rapacious kisses feed my desire. Leaving my lips, he weaves his fingers through mine, exploring my neck and breasts with his mouth. Every touch of his lips on my skin ignites me. The way he looks at me, touches me, it’s like he’s worshiping me.
Letting go of my hands, he moves his body between my legs, I raise my knees. Wrapping his hands around my waist, he bites gently at the skin on my stomach. He holds my leg in his hand and licks my inner thigh, outlining the edge of my panties with his tongue. Kissing where he’d just licked, he runs his fingers between my legs. I gasp, gripping at the sheets.
He looks up at me with molten eyes. “You’re so wet for me,” he says, stroking again.
“Yes.” It’s the only word I can form. I bite my lower lip.
Kneeling back, he rolls my panties down my hips. I lift up and back down then raise my legs so he can remove them. With my legs still raised, he folds one leg over his shoulder and holds my other calf in his hand, kissing my ankle. It tickles. Then he licks down my calf, opening my knee to the side, and kisses up my thigh. A quick glance at me and he runs his tongue between my folds. I inhale sharply.
Scooting off the edge of the bed to kneel on the floor, he grabs my ankles, yanking me toward him. He lowers his face between my legs and takes a breast in each hand, squeezing. With hunger staining his eyes, he runs his tongue slowly up the full length of my folds, curling it at the top. Going back for more, he dips his tongue in deeper. I squirm, holding my breath. He goes back again and again, deepening his reach and quickening his pace. Inserting his fingers in place of his tongue, he flicks my nub with the tip of his tongue. My back arches in response and my heart pounds faster. As he slides his fingers in and out of me, his flicks grow stronger and faster. I pant and groan. I’m not sure how much more I can take. My inner thighs tingle as my knees draw in toward his head. He pulls out his fingers and presses both my knees down, burying his face into me with a growl.
I grab his hair with one hand and the sheets beneath me with the other. “Nicco.” I pant, whimpering.
