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come to her at once, he kneeled before her, and his head dipped down between her legs. She threw her head back. Oh no .
Nudging her legs apart, he started to plant kisses on her prickling flesh, his teeth grazing over her skin. She squirmed, her body undulating. For how long would she be able to take it? Leonardo stroked her slick folds with his tongue. Not long.
Thrusting her fingers into his hair, she sighed. Resolute, he continued to lick her and slid two fingers inside her. Was this punishment or privilege? Didn’t matter. None of it mattered. Wasn’t that why she chose to have sex with him? The promise of pleasure sizzled her nerve endings, and as he intensified the rhythm—his tongue playing, teasing, driving her mad—her clit turned into an oversensitive balloon about to burst. “Yes. Yes,” she moaned. Again and again.
Encouraged, he flicked her clit with his thumb, and that did it—she shouted his name, ripples of pleasure swirling inside her, gaining force and speed, until all of her was one shaking mess. A glorious, exhilarating mess.
“Don’t move,” he said.
Well, hello, how could she move? Her body sizzled with the post oral-sex bliss; her legs weakened. Before she could rationalize, he produced a condom from his wallet and placed it next to her.
She stretched out her hand and cupped the bulge in his pants. “This is not fair. I am fully naked, and you are still dressed.”
“Who says anything has to be fair?” he said, and despite the light tone, there was an underlying pain in his eyes. Crap . Why did she even think they could have sex without mentioning their rocky past?
“I do,” she said, arching toward him, her fingers fumbling with his Italian leather belt buckle. “It’s my night. I want to get the most out of it.”
Unwilling to surrender, he gripped her wrists, and leaning toward her, pinned her against the shelf. Once again, a few books fell, thankfully none of them on her head.
He lowered himself and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips, and matched every teasing stroke of his tongue. One notch farther. Sure, he acted like he was in control and who was she kidding? No one was. The rock-hard erection in his pants couldn’t lie. Damn Leonardo. He wanted her, and that unleashed a wave of female empowerment through her.
She fought his hold, shifting from side to side, but he tightened his grip on her. Slipping the tip of her tongue out, she licked her lips. He watched her, and the way his jaw clenched spoke almost of a negative reaction. For a second, she wondered if he would just leave her there, alone and unfulfilled. Sort of unfulfilled.
“Damn you, Satyanna Darling.” He covered her lips with his and loosened his grip on her slowly. As the kiss grew hungrier, deeper, he let go of her hands until they fell to her sides. He groaned.
She wrapped her legs around him, at this point not caring she wouldn’t be able to feast on his nakedness. Her pussy tingled with need, and if sexual awareness were an Olympic sport, she would be a gold medalist. He made invisible circles around her nipple, and the tip puckered. Although small, her breasts felt heavy. Full. Ready.
He began to plant small kisses on her cheek, and soon his tongue was tracing along her neck. She touched his shoulders, marveling over his large frame. Despite his growling protest, she opened the top buttons of his shirt, her fingers sneaking inside to caress his salty, hot skin.
He pulled down his pants. Heat claimed her neck and cheeks as she watched him rip the foil packet and roll on the condom. God, the man was massive.
Without warning, he thrust into her, and for a split second she thought she would turn into some sort of ancient magical dust. Sneaking her nails into his shirt, she smiled. She searched for his face, but he simply buried it in her hair, and surprised her by withdrawing himself only to plunge into her again. Harder. Deeper.
“Yes.” The sound flew past her mouth before she
Nudging her legs apart, he started to plant kisses on her prickling flesh, his teeth grazing over her skin. She squirmed, her body undulating. For how long would she be able to take it? Leonardo stroked her slick folds with his tongue. Not long.
Thrusting her fingers into his hair, she sighed. Resolute, he continued to lick her and slid two fingers inside her. Was this punishment or privilege? Didn’t matter. None of it mattered. Wasn’t that why she chose to have sex with him? The promise of pleasure sizzled her nerve endings, and as he intensified the rhythm—his tongue playing, teasing, driving her mad—her clit turned into an oversensitive balloon about to burst. “Yes. Yes,” she moaned. Again and again.
Encouraged, he flicked her clit with his thumb, and that did it—she shouted his name, ripples of pleasure swirling inside her, gaining force and speed, until all of her was one shaking mess. A glorious, exhilarating mess.
“Don’t move,” he said.
Well, hello, how could she move? Her body sizzled with the post oral-sex bliss; her legs weakened. Before she could rationalize, he produced a condom from his wallet and placed it next to her.
She stretched out her hand and cupped the bulge in his pants. “This is not fair. I am fully naked, and you are still dressed.”
“Who says anything has to be fair?” he said, and despite the light tone, there was an underlying pain in his eyes. Crap . Why did she even think they could have sex without mentioning their rocky past?
“I do,” she said, arching toward him, her fingers fumbling with his Italian leather belt buckle. “It’s my night. I want to get the most out of it.”
Unwilling to surrender, he gripped her wrists, and leaning toward her, pinned her against the shelf. Once again, a few books fell, thankfully none of them on her head.
He lowered himself and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips, and matched every teasing stroke of his tongue. One notch farther. Sure, he acted like he was in control and who was she kidding? No one was. The rock-hard erection in his pants couldn’t lie. Damn Leonardo. He wanted her, and that unleashed a wave of female empowerment through her.
She fought his hold, shifting from side to side, but he tightened his grip on her. Slipping the tip of her tongue out, she licked her lips. He watched her, and the way his jaw clenched spoke almost of a negative reaction. For a second, she wondered if he would just leave her there, alone and unfulfilled. Sort of unfulfilled.
“Damn you, Satyanna Darling.” He covered her lips with his and loosened his grip on her slowly. As the kiss grew hungrier, deeper, he let go of her hands until they fell to her sides. He groaned.
She wrapped her legs around him, at this point not caring she wouldn’t be able to feast on his nakedness. Her pussy tingled with need, and if sexual awareness were an Olympic sport, she would be a gold medalist. He made invisible circles around her nipple, and the tip puckered. Although small, her breasts felt heavy. Full. Ready.
He began to plant small kisses on her cheek, and soon his tongue was tracing along her neck. She touched his shoulders, marveling over his large frame. Despite his growling protest, she opened the top buttons of his shirt, her fingers sneaking inside to caress his salty, hot skin.
He pulled down his pants. Heat claimed her neck and cheeks as she watched him rip the foil packet and roll on the condom. God, the man was massive.
Without warning, he thrust into her, and for a split second she thought she would turn into some sort of ancient magical dust. Sneaking her nails into his shirt, she smiled. She searched for his face, but he simply buried it in her hair, and surprised her by withdrawing himself only to plunge into her again. Harder. Deeper.
“Yes.” The sound flew past her mouth before she
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