Page 126 of Thorns of Love
He cupped me through my dress, and I whimpered, my body arching against the wall behind me. His thumb found my clit and dug its way through the fabric, pressing hard and massaging it in lazy circles.
A moan climbed up my throat and filled the space between us.
“Fuck, you’re eager, Dolcezza,” he murmured, his lips skimming my throat.
“My name is Isla,” I snapped back. “Not Dolce-whatever.”
A dark chuckle vibrated in his chest. “It means sweetheart in Italia.”
“Oh.” He pulled away, studying my face as he removed his blazer.
He kicked off his shoes next and I eagerly waited for his shirt and pants to come off. They didn’t. Not yet anyhow and his next move made me forget everything.
His body slammed against mine and his lips fused to mine. He was so much taller than me that it felt like I’d be swallowed whole by him. My eyes rolled into the back of my head from the pleasure that shot through me. Stars exploded behind my eyelids, and I wrapped my hands around his neck, clutching the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer. Needing more of him.
He hoisted me up in his arms, his fingers digging into my ass. My legs wrapped around his waist, my heeled shoes falling against the hardwood floor with a thump. I ground against him, lust igniting in my lower belly. But when he rubbed against me, I lost all control. I moaned, sinking my claws into him, needing so much more from him.
His body was hard as a marble and his lips were as soft as velvet. Enrico slipped his tongue into my mouth and another moan bubbled in my throat. He swallowed it, his hips rolling against my hot core. And by the feel of a hard - very hard - cock, he was very well endowed.
Each roll of his hips against my slit sent shots of pleasure through me. We kissed like two needy humans. Maybe he’d been just as starved for touch as I had been. Or maybe he just gave it his all when he fucked. Right now, it didn’t matter to me. Like a greedy woman, I took it all.
He bit my lower lip, hard, then sucked the pain away. I cried out for more, grinding my body shamelessly against his. He slipped his hand between us and under my dress. He nudged my panties aside, then slipped two fingers into me and my head fell back against the wall. I was so wet that an obscenely erotic noise filled the room. A noise that came from me.
He growled, murmuring something in Italian. I was so far gone that I couldn’t have cared less what he said. I just needed him to see this through. An involuntary groan escaped my lips when he dug his fingers deep into me. Each time he thrust them in, he curled them and hit my G-spot.
He pulled his fingers out and a whimper escaped me. My eyes shot open to find him staring at me. He looked put together, almost unaffected, but there was some dark gleam in his eyes that had my soul shaking with dark promises.
His other hand traveled up to my breasts, twisting one nipple roughly, through the thin fabric of my dress. “Isla,” he drawled, bringing his fingers up and smearing my desire over my bottom lip. “Is that Russian?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “No.” I couldn’t think straight. My brothers always insisted on keeping my Russian heritage a secret. “I grew up in California.”
He returned his fingers to my pussy while he tasted me on my lips. “You taste like dolcezza.”
He skimmed his mouth over my lips, then my jawline down to my neck. Ignoring my inexperience, I brought my hand down to his zipper and pushed my palm against his huge hard-on. Jesus H. Christ.
There was no way he’d fit. He was built like one of those dicks in my favorite alien romance novels.
He must have sensed my panic, because he purred. “I set the pace, but you get the pleasure first.”
It sounded like a good deal. Fuck if I knew. I was still hung up on his huge alien cock.
He slipped two more fingers into me—most of his hand—and I was so full I thought I was going to explode. He swallowed another moan with our filthy kiss, as he kept thrusting his fingers into me and pleasure shot through me like a lightning bolt. I came all over his fingers, shudders rolling down my spine and my body quickly turning into mush.
Enrico lifted me back up, taking my chin between his fingers and holding our gazes locked. “We have barely gotten started,” he growled. “Are you ready for the next round?”
I watched him through my half-lidded eyes. “I was born ready,” I murmured, my voice hoarse.
“Bene.” He seemed pleased with my answer, his eyes lasering in on me. “Now, I’m going to taste you. You better taste as good as you look.”
Before I could even process his words, he slid to his knees. Effortless and agile, like he was in his prime. Well, duh. The man was in his prime. In one swift movement, he flipped my dress up and threw one of my legs over his shoulder. He ripped my panties with one swift move and his tongue drove into me.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, my eyes squeezing shut. He licked and sucked, then rolled his tongue around my clit like it was a lollipop. “Oh my… God!”
A rumbled chuckle vibrated to my core as my hips arched of their own will into his mouth. Then he started fucking me with his tongue. I threaded my fingers through his hair and gripped it like both of our sanities depended on it. It was my first experience with oral sex, and I swore to God, it wouldn’t be the last.
I have been missing-the-fuck-out.
My head rolled against the wall as Enrico’s mouth devoured me and every noise from his throat brought me closer and closer to another orgasm. I clamped my thighs around his face, grinding against him like a wanton hussy. The sounds he made vibrated through me, making me think he actually enjoyed eating my pussy.
