Page 9 of Alessio

Blinded.

And wishing the feeling would go on forever. She’d happily die like this. Almost numb all over, but with tingles racing up her spine, over her shoulders, and then danced over the rest of her body.

She couldn’t breathe.

And it was glorious.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned against her sex.

So sensitive.

Still trembling.

Way too sensitive.

Still, she couldn’t move, instead rocking her hips against the lashes of his tongue taking whatever her body would give him. Fast jerks of his arm against her thigh said he was stroking his cock, and almost at his own release.

And even if she hadn’t felt him doing it, she would have known by the sounds coming out of his mouth. God knew she didn’t need to be in this man’s bed, causing more of a problem than she already had in his life, but she’d found herself in it time and time again since the first—chasing a high, wanting to have what he gave her again.

She’d not been much for sex before—not an angel, sure, but she didn’t have sex just to have sex. And yet, that’s why she wanted to be here with Corrado doing this. Because this was so fucking good, and he kept drawing her in for more. Sex is sex, he’d say, and he wasn’t wrong. Sex was physical, a release. It only had emotional weights when someone brought them along.

Was this emotional?

Right then?

God, yeah.

The problems those emotions might cause?

Well …

Fuck it.

Selfish?

Yes.

But why didn’t she care again?

Oh, yeah, because of the man with his face currently buried between her thighs. Guilt was hard to comprehend when you still had the tendrils of an orgasm sliding through your veins. Or easier to fucking swallow.

“You want this?”

The gruffness of his tone dragged her back into the present with a shudder. Something about his voice changed during sex. But in a really good way. She loved the sound of his voice anytime, but it ramped up like this.

“Ginevra, do you want it?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled.

She understood what he asked.

What he wanted.

“Now, kitten.”

She slipped down his body, her hands steady against the sheets as she moved. Still spinning high, and loving the way he watched her as she took over at his cock once he’d pulled the condom off, she took him in her mouth and hands. She sucked and worked him as his fingers threaded in her hair to pull tight, and his hips flexed upward against her rhythm. Satiny and hot against her tongue, the hint of salt said he would blow soon.

Another one of those groans left his lips—heady, and deep. So fucking husky, too. Her name followed right after, and his tightening fingers stilled in her hair.