Page 106 of Empire of Temptation

A long minute passed and I relaxed, letting my mind go blank. She felt so good, the weight of her tits resting on me, her soft skinslippery and warm. My cock began to respond, thickening with every beat of my heart, pulsing, and before long I was half hard.

When I reached down to adjust myself, she mumbled, “There’s no way I can handle you fucking me today. In fact, I might need to sit in a salt water bath later.”

“I can’t keep from getting hard when your naked body is clinging to mine.” I cupped her tit and massaged the plump flesh with my fingers. “Ignore it. I’m not sure I have the energy to fuck you right now anyway.”

“Last night was fun.” She nuzzled her face into my throat. “Didn’t you think so?”

“It was very fun.”

Her lips nibbled my jaw. “Maybe tonight we can have more fun.”

I smiled and squeezed her ass in my hands. “You’d better believe it, piccolina.”

She eased away from me—and gasped. “Oh, my god! Your chest. Your arms. Oh, shit. Did I do that?” Her gaze finally landed on my throat and she instantly covered her mouth with her hand. “No, no, no.” Then she rubbed the skin of my throat like she was trying to wipe it clean. “I gave you hickeys!”

I took her wrist. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.”

“This is so embarrassing.” Her expression dropped. “Everyone will tease you. They’ll think I’m immature, a silly teenager?—”

“Stop.” I took her face in my hands and kissed her mouth softly. “Every man who sees them will be jealous, amore. And if it makes you feel better, I promise to hurt whoever dares to comment.”

“Well, damn. I don’t want that either.” She put her hands together between us. “Please, can we just stay in bed all day? We’ll hide out in your bedroom and order our meals in.”

I chuckled and let her go. “Benettis don’t hide. And I have too much to do today.”

“So do I, unfortunately. Ugh. I’ll never be able to look your brothers in the eye.” She put some body wash in her palms. “At least let me wash the scrapes.”

I put my arms out at my sides and she rubbed the soap onto my chest, her hands working over my skin, gliding and skimming, and paying extra attention to the scrapes. “Do they sting?”

“No,” I said. “And even if they did, I wouldn’t stop you right now.” I was fully hard now, my dick jabbing her stomach. I loved the feel of her hands on me, the soft caresses over my torso, even parts I never considered as erogenous. But Valentina paid attention to every millimeter of me, and that turned me on.

She was breathing faster as she reached for more soap. “Now I’ll clean the lower half.”

While that sounded nice, I needed to get my hands on her. Standing still while she touched me was the worst kind of torture. I nudged her hands away from the body wash. “No, it’s my turn.”

“You don’t have to reciprocate.”

“I know. I want to.” I rubbed my hands together and knelt on the hard shower floor, water cascading around me. “Give me your foot.”

Bracing herself on the wall, she lifted her foot and I began cleaning it, top and bottom, between every toe. She had pretty feet, with painted nails and soft skin. They were inexplicably sexy. Propping her heel on my thigh, I started to massage her feet. I swept my slick hands along the instep and dug my thumbs into the underside. Back and forth, back and forth, gently pressing.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, her free hand gripping the top of my head. “You have no idea how good that feels after wearing heels all night.”

I could only imagine. I kept at it, applying pressure to release the tension in her muscles. Tugging on her toes to loosen them up, pushing on the ball and the heel. Then I placed that foot on the ground, picked up the other one, and started all over again.

She moaned and swayed on her feet. “You’re killing me.”

I was certainly in more pain at the moment. My erection throbbed, each heartbeat echoing in my groin. Why was I so desperate for her? I came twice last night, so it made no sense. When would this fever abate?

When I finished with her feet, I washed her legs. Her calves were bunched, so I worked out the knots until she slumped against the tile. Water dripped down her beautiful face, her lashes dark spikes around her eyes. “Luca,” she whined.

I smoothed my palms over her thighs. “What do you need, fiore mio?”

“A very quick orgasm, please and thank you.”

Chuckling, I kissed her stomach. “I thought you were too sore.”

“I am, but now you’ve got me feeling things and I can’t go to work all horned up like this.”

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