Page 93 of Falling for Mr. October

“Yes, signora,” I say as I reach up to cup her breast and squeeze her rosy, budded nipple.

She gives my chest a gentle push, and I grin at her, getting down on my knees. I press a kiss between her legs.

“Not this time,” she says, biting back laughter, and gives me another slight push.

“But I will taste you again. I’m addicted now.”

Her smile grows broader as I lie down on the floor, knees raised, cock incredibly hard. I look ridiculous, no doubt, but she’s not looking at me as if I’m ridiculous. She’s watching me with hunger in her eyes.

She stalks closer.

“Put your arms behind your head,” she says, her voice husky and full of desire.

“Come desideri. As you wish. I told you, I’m yours to play with.”

She straddles me and lowers herself onto me, her delicious wet heat pressed against my dick, which is unfortunately trapped against my abdomen instead of buried deep where it wants to be. I lift up unintentionally, needing to get closer. Because when I’m with her, and especially when I’m touching her, or even thinking about touching her, my mind becomes less chaotic.

She exhales a long, slow breath, and then she skims her fingers across the side of my face as she starts moving against me, teasing me, making my whole body ache. “You’re so beautiful, Giovanni. You’re almost too beautiful.”

“So are you, Bianca. You’re so beautiful to me, it pierces my soul.”

She rolls her eyes, but there’s a dreamy far-off look in them, like maybe she doesn’t hate or disdain my words. Good, because they’re true in every sense.

The moment she saved me on the stairway, something stirred to life in me. At first I thought it was only the need to prove myself to someone who doubted me, but I’ve realized it goes deeper. I want to prove myself to her, because I respect the person she is.

“Can I touch you?” I ask. “Please let me touch you.”

She grins, her eyes wicked as she plants her hands on my naked chest and rolls her hips again, sending another wave of hot need through me. “I thought I got to do whatever I wanted. I thought you were my playground.”

“Dio mio. At least it will be a good death. You can tell my nonna I went out happy.”

She rolls her hips again, then dips her head to run her tongue over my chest. “I’ve been wanting to do that,” she says, her eyes glimmering. “Now, I was told there would be sit-ups.”

“If you slide onto my cock, I’ll be your performing monkey, I promise. But let me feel the heat of you engulfing me, cara. I’m hungry for it.”

Heat flares in her gaze, and she lowers her face and kisses me, the loose hairs from her bun brushing my face in an agonizing tickle as she rubs against my cock again. I’m so hard it’s almost painful. It doesn’t matter that I was inside her earlier. I need her again, and I’m not foolish enough to think this will be enough either.

It’s been an exercise in madness living next to this woman for weeks, and I’m only now willing to admit it to myself.

What’ll it be like when you leave? a voice in my head asks.

But I ignore it, because now she’s lifting up, her fingers lightly wrapping around my cock as she moves me where she needs me—and a needy moan escapes me as she brushes against me, giving me the slightest taste of what I desire.

I’m desperate to wrap my hands around her, to thrust upward and sink into her, but this is her game, and I promised to play. It feels important to give her exactly what she wants, how she wants it.

Her lips part as she finally lowers down, taking me in, and I press my head back against the floor. Damn, the sensation is absolutely unreal. It’s a miracle that I don’t come on the spot.

“Bianca,” I say as she presses down hard, taking me in deep.

She arches her back as she runs her open palm over my chest, her fingers digging in slightly. “You feel so good.”

For just a second, I close my eyes, strangely at peace, which isn’t something I’ve ever experienced in a moment like this, when my need is hot enough to immolate me. “So do you.”

Knowing it will delight her, I flex my abs and sit up, my arms still pressed behind my head, my mouth opening to meet hers in a kiss that will hopefully blow my previous record out of the water.

She moans into my mouth, and when I lie back again, she lifts up, her eyes glimmering. “I’m going to push down every time you do a sit-up. It’ll be your reward.”

I could tell her again that she’ll be the death of me, that earning her smiles is worth any kind of torment, especially a torment this sweet, but instead I do the wise thing. I show her I’m a good boy by doing what I’m told.