Page 327 of Alessio

His hands worked, too.

Slipping under the waistband of her panties as his mouth sought hers to taste when he found the wetness between her thighs. Fuck. She was slick at the slit of her pussy, and hot to the touch. Silky, and needy, too.

“Mmm,” Ginevra breathed against his cheek.

Corrado grinned.

She liked that.

Slow touches, his fingers sliding against her slit, but not entering her pussy. He let the side of his fingers come high enough to drag against her clit, too, taking in how her hips jerked, and a higher sound fell from her lips.

“What do you want, huh?”

“To come.”

“Yeah?”

“So bad,” she mumbled, turning her face against his so her mouth shuddered along the seam of his own. “So fucking bad.”

He’d have done it with his hands.

Fingers working her pussy.

Sure.

But he wanted a taste.

Hadn’t he earned that?

Corrado thought so.

He dragged Ginevra’s panties down with one yank of his hand against the gusset. Her soft gasp came high above him, because he was already down on his knees, and burying his face at the crevice of her thighs as he pushed her legs wider. He got that taste of her—heady and tart. Hot, too, as her arousal coated his tongue when he dragged it through her slit.

“What are you doing—God.”

All that noise.

He loved that noise.

His thumb worked at her clit as his tongue lapped at every drop her pussy gave him. There was nothing quite like the taste of a woman when she was ready to crash into an orgasm … just like there was nothing that compared to the taste of man when he found his.

All it took was his tongue replacing his thumb at her clit for a beat or two before he sucked hard on the throbbing nub … and she flew.

Wetness slicked her further.

Heat pulsed against his tongue.

But it was the sound of her crying his name into the dark bedroom that had his control snapping. He couldn’t stand fast enough … couldn’t get her to that bed quickly enough to satisfy the need coursing through him.

And then she was.

On her back, thighs spread.

He found the condom he needed in the drawer beside the bed, tore it open, and slid latex down his cock as he climbed between her thighs. She was already reaching for him, one arm snaking around his back, and the other along his neck. Her fingers threaded into his hair as their lips crashed together again.

She didn’t submit to his kiss, now.

She demanded more from it.