“Won’t you fuck me?”
Corrado’s stare snapped up, slamming into hers. “After.”
“After what?”
God.
Who had this woman before him?
Did she not know that the best of sex happened when one knew a body they were touching? Didn’t she know how good it would be when he learned all those spots and the things she needed to make her gasp, or moan, or scream?
“I have to learn,” he murmured.
Ginevra smiled shyly. “What do you have to learn?”
“All of it, Ginny. All of you.”
And he did, after she’d helped him from his clothes, and as her fingers closed around his hard cock to stroke him softly as he learned her body. He used his mouth on her shoulders, at the delicate column of her neck, and along her jaw line. And then his teeth and tongue followed the same path, drinking in every noise that slipped from her lips and the way her fingers would tighten or slow on his length when he found something she liked.
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.
Corrado needed that, too.
If he had a vice, that was it.
His hand worked between their bodies until the head of his cock found her slit. He only flexed his hips forward enough that she’d get the tip of him, but not much else. He had to let her know he was there—feel her tense and clench around him before he took the rest of her, too.
Or rather, she took him.
All nine inches.
“Please,” she gasped against his lips. “Please, now.”
That did it.
His hips snapped forward, and he was buried deep in the next breath. His hand splayed wide to her side, holding tight and pulling her back into every pull and thrust of his body. She couldn’t get enough, and he loved it.
All her yeses.
All those pleases.
Every single oh.
He drank them up.
Swallowed them whole.
Devoured them like he was starved.
“Fucking take me, baby,” he said throatily in her ear, as their bodies moved faster. “God, you fucking love that, don’t you?”
“Yeah.”
Her whisper was barely there at all. So fucking high, like she was right there all over again, and ready to shatter around him. He wouldn’t mind picking up those pieces, though.
“Give me it, then. Fucking give me it, Ginevra. Give it to me again, baby.”
Her heart tipped back as his mouth climbed her throat, his tongue striking out to taste every fucking inch of her that he could. He felt like he waited too long for this, and at the same time, he was so fucking weak for giving in.
Still, he wasn’t stopping.
He was taking all he could.
Every bit she gave.
He was keeping it.
“Almost,” she whined, eyes flying wide to nail into him as he pounded into her. “Almost, Corrado.”
Oh, fuck.
There was something in her voice, and her stare. Something in the way she moved against him seeking to get herself off like she knew what she fucking wanted, and she didn’t care if she used him to get it, really lit him on fire. It made him want to get off as she moaned and panted against him for more.
The salt on her skin skimmed his lips with every word, each fucking breath. Her thighs held him tight, her back moving against the soft sheets with his own rhythm as her fingernails dug into his sides to find purchase. She was wild, then, hair fanning through his fingers and spilling to the bed. Her lips found the stubble on his throat, and then her teeth found his jaw. All those noises of hers muffled against the trembling of his overheated skin.
And yet, he could still hear what she said.
Felt it in his bones.
“Please, please, please.”
His hand on her trim waist glided over smooth, damp skin that shivered from his touch until his thumb grazed her clit between their tightly grinding bodies. He swiped at her clit once, then twice, pressing harder the third to really make her scream.
And that’s when she came.
It was a beautiful sight.
He leaned back a bit just to watch it all unravel for her, too. The way her pussy was stretched full of him, her arousal soaking his cock as it slid out of her before slamming back in to feel those inner muscles of hers clenching around him. How her body trembled against the bed, her hands falling from his sides to fist into the sheets.
The muscles in her throat flexed and tensed with the shout of his name that fell from pinked, quivering lips.
And what a sound that was.
All throaty.
Broken.
High.
As fast as he’d come up to watch that sight, and sear it into his memories so it wasn’t one he would soon forget, he fell back into her. His arm locked around her back, and his other found steadiness against her vibrating thigh. He worked his body harder against hers, soaking in every second of her orgasm as he came closer and closer to his own.
“Come,” he heard her mumbled. “Fucking come.”