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I give a half shrug. "It's not bad."
"I have thought about nothing except having you in my bed again." He sweeps me up to his arms and starts walking upstairs. That niggle of uncertainty remains, but it's competing with the feelings of love and how romantic this all is. What woman doesn't want to be swept off her feet by a man who knows what he wants and wants to claim it?
In his room, he sets me by the bed and kisses me as his hands roam my body, removing my clothes as he goes. There’s something about his kiss, his touch, that empties my mind of everything but him and how he makes me feel. Cherished. Desired. Sexy.
When I’m naked, he steps back, his gaze raking over my body. His eyes fill with a wild fire as he tugs at his tie. “Get on the bed.”
I sit and scoot back until I can fully lie down. I watch him, admiring his strong body as his clothes fall away. He pushes his pants down, and his dick springs free, already thick and hard.
“You like what you see?” His voice is low, husky.
“Yes.”
He climbs over me. Straddling my body, he guides his dick to my mouth. “And what do you taste?”
I’m self-conscious because I’m not well-versed in the acts of sex, but I go with instinct and snake my tongue out. It’s not like I haven’t used my mouth on him before. It’s just that this position is different, a little scary as I feel caged in.
“Don’t worry, Mio Angelo. I won’t hurt you.” He presses himself inside my mouth. Instinctively, my hands go to his thighs, needing to make sure he doesn’t choke me. Beyond that, I try to make him happy as he slowly moves in and out of my mouth.
A moment later, he slips out and moves down my body enough to rub his dick over my breasts. “I have much to teach you about the pleasures of the flesh.” His tip flicks over my nipple, sending an electric shock to my pussy. “Do you want to learn?”
I nod.
“Good.” He moves off me. “Get on your knees. Put your hands on the headboard.”
I do as he asks, still feeling uncertain and at the same time, wanting to make him happy. I look over my shoulder, wondering what he’s going to do.
He moves in behind me, his hands on my hips as he strings kisses along my shoulder. “Relax.” His hands move around me, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples as he continues to suck and kiss my neck.
I let out a breath, and with it, the tension from uncertainty. It’s replaced by a new tension growing in my center. I let out a moan as he kneads my nipples.
“That’s right,” he whispers. One hand slides down my belly and to my folds. “So wet for me.”
His finger rubs my clit, and my hips rock.
“I’m going to fuck you this way, Aria. From behind.”
“Okay.” I grip the headboard, not sure what to expect, and yet, I am burning up. I need him inside me.
He rubs his dick through my folds. The soft, velvety feel of him sends more sparks through me. Instinctively, I arch back, wanting him to stop teasing me.
“Luca.” His name escapes on a gasp.
“Yes? What do you need?” He does it again, and the frustration is unbearable.
“You…”
“Me what?”
“Inside me. Please.” My hips are shaking. It’s shocking how quickly my need has built.
“Tell me to fuck you.”
I imagine if I wasn’t in a state of utterly aroused desperation, I’d roll my eyes at this request. Men can be so weird when it comes to needing to feel macho. But at this point, I’ll do anything.
“Fuck me.” I barely have the word out when he drives in so hard it pushes me forward.
“Say it again.” His voice is demanding.
