Luisa did something to him, something that was more than sexual. She made him feel things it was dangerous to feel, things that transcended mere sex and desire, and he’d been a fool to ever let himself believe otherwise.
It was the way she’d stalked to the bathroom door, so majestic in her nakedness and yet so vulnerable. It had broken something in him and filled his chest with something he’d never felt before, and now everything he’d spent the past two years ruthlessly determined to never allow become reality had been unleashed.
He didn’t think he could fight it if he wanted to.
God, she tasted so good, so damned fucking incredible. The more he tasted the more he wanted. For the time they had left together, Luisa would be his in every greedy, selfish waypossible, and when they said goodbye, she would walk away with his imprint in her soul.
The pleasure being bestowed on Luisa was so intense that she didn’t know if she was in heaven or hell. Gennaro worshipped every inch of her flesh with his mouth and tongue, his hands and fingers caressing and exploring, shivers flaming over and through her skin. Her pulses raged, liquid heat pooling deep inside her and when his mouth reached her pubis, she parted her thighs and raised her buttocks in another wordless, wanton plea.
With a barely suppressed groan, he explored her most intimate secret flesh with almost restrained reverence. His tongue probed and flickered, fingers working in tandem, stroking her inside and out until she was nothing but a coiled flame of hot, sticky need and her nub swollen to an arousal so strong it was close to torture.
Writhing beneath him, the liquid in her core thickened to molten, she arched her back, losing herself in this maelstrom of intense, all-consuming pleasure. She was riding the crest of a wave, each stroke of Gennaro’s tongue sweeping her higher and higher until the wave smashed and in the split of a moment she was thrown headfirst into a vortex of shimmering, spasming pleasure that had her crying out and clasping tightly to the sheets as she rode the ripples for as long and as far as she could until she’d dissolved into tingling atoms.
With one last tender kiss to her most feminine part, he shifted his attention, caressing his way back up her body with kisses and bites, taking a breast whole into his mouth and sucking it with a savageness that released fresh darts of pleasure.
Reaching for him, she clasped his skull and scraped her fingers through his hair to pull him up to her just so she could fuse her mouth to his and taste his heavenly kisses all overagain before hooking a leg around his waist and using her body to coax him onto his back.
Gennaro gazed into Luisa’s fevered eyes and knew she was seeing the same fever in his.
“My turn,” she dragged out huskily before kissing him such passion and hunger his brain shut down to everything but her.
The sensations as she explored his body were like nothing,nothing…
Every mark of her plump lips and silky tongue on his flesh fed the fire, her soft, glossy hair covering him like a sheet, trailing its own pleasure, and when she took his rock-hard cock into her hot wet mouth he had to squeeze his eyes shut to stop himself coming on the spot.
God in heaven…
Gripping him tightly, she pleasured him simultaneously with her mouth and hand. He reached for the head bobbing up and down between his legs and speared his fingers through her hair, groaning his encouragement and pleasure. And she groaned too, soft groans from the throat taking in as much of his length as she could manage.
A tugging sensation was building inside him, the unmistakable sign that his orgasm was edging closer, and he fought to hold on against a mouth and tongue bestowing such heady, erotic delights on him.
As if she sensed he was on the brink, she sucked her lips up his length one final time and crawled back up his body to straddle him.
Heady doe eyes locking onto his, she reached for his arousal and guided it to the V between her legs. With a long cry of pleasure, she sank onto it.
In the beat of a heart he’d filled her, filled her so completely that it shocked the breath from his lips… and the breath from hers.
Cheeks flush with passion, she rode him with her nails digging into his chest, her breaths shallowing, moans deepening. He clasped her hips to steady her and gazed in wonder at her utter abandonment. If he thought he’d been in heaven in her mouth…
Her climax came quickly, her eyes glazing as she ground herself down, thickening and contracting around him, her face closing in on his until her final cry of bliss was a breath on his tongue.
Only when he was certain her climax was sated did he flip her onto her back. Pushing her thighs back as far as they would go, he drove into her with his hips, and then he started to fuck her, fucking her as hard as he’d done in the fantasies he’d barely allowed himself to acknowledge.
Her legs wrapped tightly around him, hands gripping his shoulders, she took every powerful stroke with hitched moans of encouragement.
It felt like he was drowning in her.
The pleasure saturated every part of him.
Harder and faster he drove into her, building the sensation for them both, dimly and yet potently aware of the colour in her cheeks darkening and the pupils of her eyes dilating and the tendons in her neck straining, and then she was thickening and contracting around him, her body pulling him deeper and deeper until he no longer felt like he was drowning butwasdrowning; drowning in a climax so powerful that white lights flickered behind his eyes and every inch of his body throbbed.
Chapter Eleven
Luisa kept her eyes closed and prayed for the world to stop turning and to never shift back into focus.
She didn’t want this moment to end. Wanted to stay exactly like this forever.
Gennaro was slumped on top of her, his cheek pressed tight against hers. His breaths were heavy. She could feel the thrashing of his heart, the beats so close to hers.