It wasn’t obvious.
Then again, they’d been subtle from the start.
But she saw it.
She recognized it all.
They were Godly.
Both.
Why her?
What God had she pleased?
“I like your staring,” he said, chuckling, “but I would love an answer more, Ginevra. A yes, or a no.”
Right.
“And if I do? Say yes, I mean.”
“Then you can learn what we both can do,” he replied, his tone husky.
Like last night.
That memory swept in again.
She was wet again.
“Say yes,” he urged.
How could she not?
Temptation had ruined the world before.
And she was only a woman.
Ginevra stood no chance.
Her hands shook against the table when he set her on it, yet her next word same out clear, and sure. There would be no mistake about what she wanted. “Yes.”
She was grateful for the sturdiness of the table—its thick, long curved legs and strong, shiny top more than capable of handling their roughness.
Alessio closed all the distance between them in an instant. His mouth collided down on hers as his hand at her thigh slid higher up the leg of her shorts. The way he kissed her matched the way his fingers explored her. Soft strokes at first, his lips drifting over hers damningly the same way his fingers drifted over her bare pussy. Tentative at first, seeking. All it took was her moan, and the widening of her thighs as her lips parted for his kiss to deepen, and she found a whole new heaven.
There was something wicked about the way Alessio kissed her as two of his fingers slid into her clenching sex. His tongue curled around hers as his fingers twisted into her G-spot. At her jaw, his hand still keeping her head in place, so he watched her while he came up higher, and his thumb slipped into her mouth as he pulled back.
He watched her like that, too.
Sucking on his digit.
Riding his fingers.
Jesus Christ.
She would come fast.
It didn’t matter he wasn’t kissing her now, either. He cocked his head to the side, a sexy smirk curving the edges of his lips as he pulled his thumb from her mouth with a pop, and his hand slid down to her throat. Those fingertips of his drummed against her racing pulse as he spoke. “Right there, huh? Your pussy is holding onto my fingers so tight, Ginny? Fuck, are you gonna rain on me, sweetheart? Soak me?”
“Oh, my God,” she breathed.
“Come, and give me some of you, yeah? Let me suck you off my fingers before I see my cock stretch you out, Ginevra.”
Yeah.
That did it.
She came hard, a broken cry escaping her, and a rush of wetness pooling between her legs which she might have been embarrassed about with someone else, but not with this man. Alessio’s gaze dropped between their bodies, and his grin deepened salaciously, pride coloring up the throaty noise he made as his fingers slipped out of her pussy.
He liked that.
“Fuck yeah, that’s what I wanted to see,” he murmured. “You try.”
His hand came up fast, and unquestioningly, she opened her mouth to take the single finger he offered for her. Her heady flavor coated her tongue as she sucked herself from his digit, surprised at the tart undertones of her arousal.
She still trembled from that orgasm when he pulled his hand away to clean his other finger, the one still wet with only her, too. God. Nothing looked better than him enjoying the flavor of her.
Those next few seconds came like a blur. He moved fast, tugging her shorts down her legs so fast it stung her skin, not that she cared. Her hands worked at his jeans while his slipped under the cropped tank she wore to cup her breasts. Her gasp filled the hallway when his fingertips tweaked her hard nipples.
“Still yes?” she heard him ask.
“Still yes.”
Undeniably yes.
Alessio’s hands disappeared from her shirt to speed up her attempt at shoving down his pants. Although, not before he grabbed a foil packet from his back pocket.
Oh.
And did she mention he went commando?
Because he did.
Yep.
Fuck.
Her fingers circled around his length, already so fucking hard and weighty in her palm. She stroked his length, letting her fingertips drift over the vein on the underside of his cock that pulsed from her touch.
“Easy,” he was quick to say when her grip tightened, “let me fill that pussy before you try to make me come, woman.”
Ginevra grinned.
She got his kiss again, after they rolled latex down his length, and he widened her thighs enough that her muscles ached deep. His lips found hers as he positioned the head of his cock at her slit. His tongue stroked hers when his hips flexed forward.
She was so wet.
So beyond ready.
And still the first thrust took her breath away. Her body tensed, the width of him stretching her open fast, and hard. She loved it, though.
So much.
Still, he didn’t stop kissing her, lips warring with hers as his tongue seemed intent to lick the fucking taste right off hers. His pace came swift, and deep. A brutal rhythm that held no reservations and didn’t hold back.
Not for a second.
His hands were on her body again.
Pinning her in place.
Tightening to take her air away.
One on her chest.
At her throat.
Ginevra whimpered, words becoming impossible. It surrounded her in him. His taste, his scent, and all of him inside and on her. It was overwhelming, and exactly what she needed.
“Let me have this pussy suck me dry, sweetheart,” he uttered against her cheek. “I want it, so you better give it to me, huh?”
Her desperate cry tangled with his thick groan.
That pace didn’t let up.
Ginevra’s peak climbed higher and faster than she expected it to. Still soaked between her thighs from that first orgasm, she fell over the cliff again. His blue eyes stayed locked on hers, and pleasure darkened Alessio’s stare as he watched her come from him fucking her that time.
His hands slid down to grip tight onto her thighs, his strokes coming shorter, but still as rough even as he fucked her through that orgasm. She couldn’t breathe, her vision tunneling from the intensity.
And then his head tipped down, his forehead resting against her chest as his thrusts came faster. Shaking, her peak waning but bliss racing through her bloodstream, as his fingers dug painfully into her thighs.
God, it felt good, though.
Still.
He had the best view like that, she realized. Looking down, watching himself fuck her. His next three thrusts came slower, but deeper than before, the final one making him still as her name tumbled from him with the rawest sound.
“Ginevra, fuck ...”
He shook, too.
He lost his breath, too.
And she was still spinning high.
Ginevra wasn’t sure how long the two of them stayed like that, tucked close, saying nothing, and letting it all sink in. A minute, or maybe two.
Hell, it might have been more.
She didn’t care to know.
A throat cleared further down the hall, and Ginevra’s eyes squeezed shut, knowing. Against her chest, Alessio let out a dusky laugh that still somehow sounded airless as his shoulders lifted with his breaths. She turned her head, unsurprised to find Corrado lingering at the end of the hall, half around corner, and half not. He didn’t directly look at them, but he didn’t keep his focus off them, either.