Page 94 of When She Tempts (The Fallen)
He’s so hot it’s unreal. My gaze licks up his powerful thighs, flat abdomen, and well-defined chest.
When he hooks his thumbs over the edge of his boxer briefs, I move to sit on my knees and claw my fingers into the sheets, so damn ready for what’s next.
He tugs them off, and my eyes widen.
Never mind. I’m definitelynotready.
For the first time since we started this, fear scrapes against the back of my mind.
He’s big. So big it seems like a mathematical impossibility forthatto go inside of me.
I swallow. “Um…”
He smirks, reading my mind. “Don’t worry,piccolina. We’ll make it fit.”
Wrapping his big palm around his length, he gives it two leisurely strokes. My mouth slackens.
Tentatively, I climb off the bed and approach him. Now that we’re in his bedroom, he appears to be in no rush, and he waits patiently until I stop before him.
A nervous shiver tracks up my spine as I reach for him. He drops his hands to his sides, giving me access, and then says, “Wrap your hand around it.”
I do, and dear Lord, my fingers barely touch. Giorgio sucks in a breath through his teeth. For a few seconds, I just hold him, allowing myself to get used to the strange contrast of soft and hard. Then I give it one shy stroke.
A hand shoots up and curls around my nape. “Keep going.”
I do as he says, my eyes glued to his cock and the bead of liquid that appears at the tip. His abdomen tightens with every stroke, and when I get the courage to look up at him, I see that he’s staring down at me.
Tightening his hold on my neck, he lifts his other hand and drags a thumb over my bottom lip.
“Do you—” I swallow. “Do you like it?”
A corner of his mouth lifts up. “What do you think?”
“I don’t know,” I say shakily. I want to please him.
“I like it a whole lot.” He covers my hand with his. “So much that you’re going to need to stop before I come all over your stomach.” He takes a step forward, forcing me back toward the bed. “This is what you wanted for your birthday, isn’t it?”
The backs of my knees bump against the bed frame. “Yes.”
“You want me to fuck you.”
Heat spreads over my cheeks. “Yes.”
Giorgio gives me a push, forcing me to fall back onto the bed. “Then spread your legs, birthday girl.” He slides his palms under my thighs and opens me up.
My entire body shivers. I’ve never felt more vulnerable, so completely exposed under his gaze.
He lowers to his knees and makes a satisfied sound. “Look at you. So wet. So perfect.”
Without any warning, he makes a slow, thorough lick from ass to clit.
I gasp. “Giorgio.”
He does it again. And again. And again. Until I stop counting and lose myself to the sensation.
I’ve touched myself a few times before, but it’s never felt likethis. My heartbeat patters around my ribcage as a tight, warm feeling grows inside my core.
Just when I think I’ve plateaued, he changes his technique, swiping his tongue in circles over my clit and taking turns sucking it into his mouth. My legs begin to tremble.
