Page 24 of One Filthy Kiss

I’m confused. I didn’t think that men liked to talk about this kind of stuff, and here’s Gio being so open about it that I don’t even know what to say.

In the end, I run with, “Thank you.”

He smiles. “That’s the one and only time I’ll allow you to thank me for what I’m about to do, Meggie. I want you. I fucking desire you more than you could ever believe. So, you have to believe me when I say that nothing will ever stop me from wanting to pleasure you.”

I smile and gaze up at the dawn sky, hardly daring to believe that this is happening to me.

With the blanket hunched over his shoulders like a tent, Gio licks my sex. He is gentle at first, the way he was last night when I told him that I’d never done this before, and I find myself grinning like a Cheshire cat at the vast pink sky. His tongue sends shivers down my spine. My body is tingling all over, and when he grips my thighs and spreads my knees wide, I groan with pleasure.

His tongue is inside me, and nothing else exists for me in the moment. It consumes every fiber of my being and fills my head with images of him inside me. He finds my clit and my breathing instantly grows shallow. I grip the end of the couchbehind my head and arch my spine, thrusting my pussy into his face.

“Come for me, fiore.” His voice reaches me from beneath the blanket.

He inserts a finger between my legs and fucks me with it while he sucks on my clit. Licking, sucking, exploring me with his finger. My orgasm builds up and up like a volcano threatening to erupt.

“I want to hear you come, Meggie.”

My breathing is all ragged gasps and panting. “I-I’m coming,” I manage.

“Louder, fiore. Scream for me like no one can hear you.”

No one can hear me. That’s what I tell myself when my orgasm bursts out of me and my low groan reaches a crescendo. I’ve never made these sounds before, didn’t even know that I was capable of them, but I give myself up completely to the ecstasy of Gio’s tongue inside me.

I’m still pulsing with the euphoria of my orgasm when Gio slides his cock inside me. Tossing the blanket aside he crushes my breasts with one hand and grips my hair with the other. His mouth is warm, and his kisses are hard. I taste myself on his tongue.

As he pounds into me, I wrap my legs around his body, raising my ass off the couch and angling my pussy so that he can fill me with his length.

“Do you want me, fiore?” His brown eyes hold mine; they see everything; they know exactly what I’m thinking.

“Yes.”

“Let me hear you say it.”

“I want you.”

I try to touch his face, but he grabs my wrists and forces them behind my head. He kisses the tender flesh inside my arms. My breasts. My nipples. Greedy kisses, marking me as his.

“I think you want me to stop, amore.”

He peers at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes, while his movements still and his cock throbs inside me, sending pulses of pleasure through my body.

“I don’t.”

I raise my head to lick his lips, but he pulls away, just out of reach.

“You’ll have to do better than that.”

“I want you, Gio.” I know nothing about seduction, but my eyes slant, and I clench my pussy around his cock.

He smiles. “That’s better.I want you, amore. Say it.”

“I want you,amore,” I almost purr.

“Ah, you are so fucking beautiful. Mio bellissimo fiore.”

He fucks me harder, until I can’t think straight, smothering my mouth with his greedy kisses. His body shudders when he comes inside me, and I can’t help thinking that this is when he is at his most vulnerable.

This is when I realize that I want to protect him too.