Page 82 of The Thief

She does a slow striptease that drives me mad. I pull her to me and kiss her deeply, my hands roaming possessively over her body. She moans into my mouth, and my cock goes rock hard. I nudge her to the bed and push her onto the mattress, then undress quickly and join her.

I’m so turned on that my vision blurs. I pull her closer to kiss her again, then move down her body. I lick her nipples, then suck them into my mouth, alternating from one side to the other. She arches her back and moans with pleasure, and I do it again and again until I think I’m about to explode.

Before that happens, I move lower. I kiss her stomach and hips and then slide my fingers between her legs.

She’s already wet.Soaked.

“Antonio,” she gasps. “Stop teasing me. Fuck me already.”

“Not so fast, tesoro. What’s the hurry? We have all night.” It’s the first time we’ve had this. The first time it’s not a hurried fuck with one of us leaving when we’re done. Tonight, I get to sleep in Lucia’s bed and wake up next to her in the morning, and fuck me, the feeling of that hits me in my chest. This is what a relationship gives—more time with Lucia, falling asleep with her curled up next to me, night after night, waking up with her at my side—and I’ve wanted it from the moment she walked back into my life. And now that I have it, I won’t give it up.

I circle her clit with my tongue, and her hips jerk into my face. I laugh at her impatience, but she’s not the only one feeling it—my pulse pounds and my heart races in my chest. “You want my mouth on you, Lucia?” I growl. “Then take what you want.”

I roll onto my back and lift her over me. “Ride my face, little thief.”

“Oh God, yes.” Lucia laughs breathlessly as she shimmies up my body. Grabbing the headboard, she straddles me, her pussy over my face.

Fuck, yes. She’s a feast laid out in front of me, and I can’t wait to dive in.

I grab her hips and pull her down onto my mouth, pressing my tongue against her clit and stroking the tender nub. She throws her head back with a grown, her dark hair cascading down her back. “Antonio,” she gasps. “That feels so good.” She pulls away for an instant. “Can you breathe down there?”

I laugh, pull her back down, and press my tongue against her clit again. I could stay here for hours.Days.I could happily live here until the end of time, feasting on her, devouring her, hearing her gasp with pleasure and call out my name.

“I wouldn’t worry about me, tesoro. This would be the most pleasurable way to die.”

I focus my attention on her pussy, flicking her clit with my tongue and sucking it between my teeth. She grinds down on me, her juices dripping down my chin, and squirms on my face, trembling as I squeeze her breasts, pinch her nipples, and worship her with my mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans. “I can’t hold on.” Her thighs quiver, locking my head in a vice, and her juices gush into my mouth as she comes. I hold my tongue flat against her and savor every last quiver.

She collapses against me, her chest heaving. “Once again, wow.” She looks well fucked, her eyes heavy-lidded, her cheeks flushed.Well-loved.She snuggles into me and laces her fingers in mine. “Give me a minute, and I’ll return the favor.”

“Cara mia,” I say in exasperation, “You have this wrong. I’m not doing you a favor when I go down on you. I’m doing it formypleasure.”

She laughs. “Let me rephrase, Antonio. I would really like to suck your cock.”

Well, if she puts it that way, who am I to stop her? I lean against the headboard, and she nestles between my legs. She closes her lips around me, taking my cock deep down her throat. Her mouth is hot and wet, her cheeks hollow as she sucks, her tongue swirling around my shaft. Pleasure gathers in an electric storm at the base of my spine.

Right before I come down her throat, I wrench myself free. “Hands and knees,” I growl. I want to be in her when I come. “Now. This is going to be hard and fast, Lucia.” Without waiting another moment, I sheath myself and slam into her from behind, my fingers digging into her hips.

We’ve made love before, but it’s different this time. The chemistry burns just as strong, and the sex is as raw and passionate as ever, but it still feels different because this time, I’m in love with Lucia. This time, we’ll fall asleep next to each other, and when I wake up tomorrow morning, she’ll be here in bed with me.

And somehow, that makes everything that much better.

White-hot pleasure builds inside me as I thrust into Lucia. I’m close. I flip her onto her back just in time to look into her brilliant green eyes, and then I fall apart, coming with an intensity that shakes me to my core.

I eventually untangle myself from her to dispose of the condom, weaving a little, doing my best to avoid the masses of flowers everywhere. “Do you want something to drink?”

“Yes, please.” She sits up in bed, and the sheet falls to her waist, revealing her round, perfect breasts and tight, pert nipples. She sees me staring, and her cheeks turn pink.

“You’re staring at me.”

“I can’t help myself. What would you like?”

“Water. I can get up to get it.”

“Stay in bed. Sparkling again?”

“Yes, please.”

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