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Thankfully he gives me what I need and presses his mouth to mine. I devour his taste, moaning as I claw at him, needing to be closer. He grunts but doesn’t push me away; instead, he leans into me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and his teeth nipping at my lower lip. “You’re soaking me,colombina,” he purrs, one of the hands on my ass sliding over my hip to brush against the junction of my thighs. “I can feel how wet you are, and smell just how much you want me.”

“I want you to smell like me too,” I quip on a gasp, arching my hips into his seeking fingers. “Maybe I need to make sure that no other woman thinks you’re available either.”

I can feel his rumble of satisfaction in my chest, and his lips quirk into a smug smile. “Marking your territory are you,colombina?”

The thought of doing what he’s done to me unleashes something feral, and I don’t try to fight it. I go on instinct, gripping his hair tight in my fist and yanking his head back to expose his throat. I latch my teeth onto his neck, and he lets out a moan of pure pleasure as he presses me even tighter into the wall, his grip on me so tight that I’ll wear him for days. “That’s it,colombina,” he grits out through clenched teeth. “Show everyone who I belong to. Mark me, just like that. Fuck, you’re going to make me embarrass myself if you keep that up, like some untried boy.” Suddenly he uses his grip on my hair to force me to release him.

I lick my lips, still able to taste the slight saltiness of his skin. “Maybe I wasn’t done,” I protest huskily.

“Dolcezza, any more of that, and I’ll be done, far too quickly,” he warns, before he suddenly spins us and walks us back across the room to the barber chair. He pulls me away from him and sits me in it, smirking when I yelp at the coldness of the fabric against my skin. “It’s been far too many hours since I’ve tasted you, and I need to correct that right now. First, you’re going to tell me how to lean this back, then I want you to put your legs over the arms for me.”

My body trembles at the picture he’s painting. As hot as that sounds, I can feel my nerves piquing. “There’s a little lever on the side,” I tell him, nodding toward it. “But Lazaro, I don’t know if I’ll be able to have you over me still, even in here like this.” I feel stupid for saying it, like I’m once again going to ruin the mood, but I want to be honest.

He pauses and looks down at me, his expression immediately softening. His hand comes up to cup the side of my face. “I will never do anything that makes you uncomfortable, Amara. I plan to lean it back, then kneel on the floor and spend as much time as you can stand with my mouth on that sweet pussy. No towering, I promise. Do you think you can do that?” His eyes search mine.

I blink at that and then nod, the imagery in my head reigniting the desire in my belly. “I can do that,” I tell him softly when he doesn’t move.

“If you can’t at any point, then tell me to stop, Amara,” he tells me seriously as he finally grabs the lever and helps me to ease the seat back to a comfortable position. Then, being the gentleman he is, he helps me lift my legs over the arms, baring me to him completely. It’s uncomfortable, vulnerable, but the way he stares at me with such hunger eases my fears. “So fucking beautiful,colombina,” he rasps as he lowers himself to his knees. His hands come up and work under my ass, pulling me forward. “Look at how this pretty pussy is dripping for me already,” he praises. “Just begging for me to clean it up before it becomes a mess again.”

The word ‘mess’ has my brain switching on instantly, thinking about just what kind of mess was left there earlier. “Oh my God, no,” I bark in horror, trying to scramble back, but his grip on me holds me steady, and his head whips up to stare at me in shock and concern.

“What’s wrong?” he demands.

“Um, excuse me, but do you not remember what happened earlier and how your stuff is probably still leaking out of me down there? Gross. No. We are not doing—” Lazaro’s sharp burst of laughter interrupts my tirade, and I glare at him. Why is he always laughing at me during these moments? Bastard. “It’s not funny,” I snap. I start trying to lower my legs, but he quicklypulls a hand from underneath me and presses on my inner thigh to stop me.

“Shhh,” Lazaro soothes, mirth still making his lips twitch. “Calm down,colombina. You’re fine. Do you really think that is going to dissuade me? I don’t give a damn about any of that as long as I get to taste you. But if it bothers you that much, the only thing wetting this pussy is your own sweet juice, and I’m going to lick up every last drop. Then, we’ll see about making you leak something else.” He winks at me saucily before he—like the insane man he is—lowers his mouth and sweeps his tongue through my center.

My brain short-circuits, and any worries I had flit away. The only thing that matters is the man with the wicked tongue between my legs and the way he knows how to drive me crazy.

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LAZARO

The tasteof her is even better now than hours ago. Fuck, I will never get enough of it. Enough of this. Enough of her. And I want it all. Every last drop of her on my tongue until she’s a writhing mess. I hear her moan, feel her body shift as she bucks up into my mouth, and I know that she loves this. Craves it as much as I do.

I suck on her clit, giving it the right amount of pressure to have her let out a guttural groan, and her hand reaches down to grip my hair to hold me in place. She may not have much experience, but I love that she knows what she wants. What she craves. And I’ll give it all to her. Every skill I have, it’s hers.

“Lazaro,” she moans, her body trembling under the onslaught. “Please. I need your fingers too.”

Such a good girl, telling me what she needs. I reward her by giving her exactly what she asks for. I move my fingers to her entrance, gently swirling them, gathering up some of her wetness to ease my intrusion. She hisses a curse, her bodyclamping down on the two fingers I’m carefully moving inside her. It’s my turn to groan. Fuck, I want to be inside her so bad, but I have to be careful and take things slow. She’s probably too sore to take me again.

“Lazaro,” she pleads, her body straining to move against my mouth and fingers, but not having the leverage in this position. “Please. Oh, God, that feels so good. Please, a little more.”

My cock is so fucking hard listening to her pleas. She’s so wrapped up in her pleasure that when I look up at her, I see her free hand gripping the headrest, her eyes twisted shut, her nipples hard, her thighs trembling, and her body flushed with desire. It’s a sight that will forever be imprinted in my brain. Fuck, so fucking beautiful. I’m going to order one of these chairs for our room back in Sicily. I’ll be doing this every bloody day for the rest of our lives if I have my choice.

I move my fingers a little faster, curling them to find all the spots inside her that have her stomach clenching and her body coiling up. She arches against my face so forcefully that I rock backwards, her motions the very definition of riding my tongue. I increase my suction on her clit even more, and I can feel her orgasm rising.

“Lazaro,” she cries over and over. My name is a curse and plea, and I’m desperate to send her falling over the edge so she can scream it. I wasn’t joking. I want them all to hear it. I want them all to know she’s mine.

I thrust my fingers inside her roughly, pausing only long enough to add a third, and it seems to do the trick. Her entire body detonates as her orgasm crashes over her. I yank my fingers out of her and move my mouth down to her entrance, thrusting my tongue in and out of her to taste every last fucking drop. She screams my name, then sobs it as she grips my hair so tightly that I’m sure she’s going to pull it out. But I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I want it all.

When I finally feel her orgasm subsiding and her grip on my hair loosens, I slowly pull back, gently swirling my tongue around her clit to get every last taste before I finally pull away. I carefully lower her back to the chair, and she just lays there, legs still spread over the armrests, her inner thighs spasming with aftershocks. Her eyes are closed in a blissful expression as she tries to get her breath back.

“Such a good girl for me,colombina,” I praise her softly as I rise from my knees, careful to step back so she doesn’t feel I’m towering over her. My cock is so fucking hard, and I want nothing more than to thrust myself inside her, but she can’t take me again. Not so soon. “You came so perfectly. I’m going to buy one of these chairs for our room, because we need to do that again.”

“I don’t think I’ll survive it if we do that again,” she croaks. She peeks up at me and smiles slightly. “But I’m definitely okay to try. If I die, then I’ll at least die happy.”

I know she’s joking, but I give her a hard look anyway. “There will be no dying, Amara. Ever,” I tell her firmly.

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