“Jesus, Gia,” he moans. “Excited much?”
I don’t respond.
Instead, I smile and pull the sheets back.
I slide down the length of his body, my fingers resting on the tattoos on his thighs. They’re beautiful, and this isn’t the first time I’ve noticed them. It is, however, the first time that I’ve examined them up close.
One is a scorpion, twisting over his olive-skinned thigh, the details pointed and crisp.
The other is more… nebulous. It looks slightly fresher, like it was done recently. It’s darkness, and there are two eyes peering out.
I gently graze that one with my fingertips. “I like these,” I whisper to him.
“Thank God,” he bites out. “I’d have to remove them if you didn’t.”
I laugh at that.
Leaning forward, I gently lick the scorpion’s claws, then bite gently on its tail.
Sal rumbles in response.
I pull the covers down more, revealing his naked cock. Gently, I put my hands on it.
We both gasp.
“Shit, Sal,” I murmur, my hands taking in the feel of him. “You need to come with some kind of warning label.”
“Warning?”
“Impossibly huge cock. Pretty. Looks nice to lick,” I say, flashing him a grin.
His eyes roll back in his head. “Gia…”
I don’t let him say another word.
My lips do exactly what they’ve wanted to ever since I first exposed his thick length to the light of day.
I wrap them around him.
Sal arches up off the bed, hissing between his teeth. “Gia,” he groans, sucking in a huge breath. “Fucking hell.”
I guess that’s a good thing.
One of his big hands descends on my neck, pushing me forward. “More, baby,” he whispers.
Well.
He did say that I could touch him if I took him well enough.
I grin and start working him. My tongue wraps around the head of the hard column of flesh, and I use my hands to cover what my mouth can’t.
“Oh, darling,” he murmurs. “That’s so fucking good.”
I can’t.
This man is a study in contrasts. He’s totally in control, but willing to give it over to me. He uses language that belongs in a history book, then has the dirtiest mouth I’ve ever heard.
I can’t fucking handle him.