Page 95 of When She Tempts (The Fallen)
“Oh. Oh!”
He pushes my hips down, holding me in place while he feasts on me, making the occasional satisfied sound. I tangle my fingers into his hair, throw my head back, reaching, reaching…
“Ahhhh… Oh fuck!”
My world explodes.
The orgasm is a supernova, its brutal power swallowing me up. For a moment, I forget who I am. There’s nothing beyond the pulses of pleasure that consume me.
It lasts a while. When I regain my senses, my body feels languid as if it’s been wrung out. I blink at the ceiling and then push myself up on my elbows, greeted by the sight of Giorgio between my legs.
“Jesus,” I mutter.
He doesn’t grin, but his eyes spark with satisfaction. He wraps his palms around my shaky knees and then stretches his naked body over mine, letting me feel its weight. He braces his hands on either side of my head and traces my face with his eyes.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,piccolina.”
The compliment becomes a million little flutters inside my body. I arch my back, dragging my hard nipples against his chest, and it’s all the encouragement he needs to dip his head and draw one between his lips.
Sparks of electricity travel straight to my clit as he sucks and teases my breasts. My body seems to have forgotten it’s already come, because my core aches for another release. It feels empty. Needy for him.
“Gio,” I moan. “I want you.”
His cock twitches against my thigh as he tears his mouth away and meets my gaze. “Not yet.”
“I’m drenched.”
He moves his hand between us and penetrates me with two of his fingers.
“Oh,” I breathe, the sudden fullness tripping into discomfort.
“Take a deep breath.”
In. Out.
The discomfort eases just in time for him to start moving his fingers in and out of me. The sounds produced make me blush.
“You’re so tight,” he mutters and slides another finger inside of me.
I choke on my next breath. “Ohmigod.”
Our gazes latch on to each other. “Breathe,piccolina. I’m going to take care of you,” he says, dragging his hand over my cheek in a comforting gesture that loosens something inside my chest. “But it will hurt a bit.”
“I know. I don’t care.”
His eyes close for a surrendering blink. “Are you on the pill?”
“I have an implant.”
Taking his fingers out, he settles once again over my body and gives me a long, thorough kiss. “Hang on to me.”
My nails dig into his biceps. Nervousness tangles with anticipation and then turns into something far more vulnerable as the head of his cock presses against my opening.
He pushes in, just a bit, but it’s enough to make the backs of my eyes sting. “Oh God.”
“Fuck,” he swears, dropping his forehead against mine.
We’re close enough to exchange breaths, and I visualize the pain receding every time I inhale his.I can do this.
