Page 69 of Power
I swear, Vittoria nearly chokes on her coffee. “What?”
“You heard me, didn’t you?”
“I did.” She swallows hard, setting the half-empty cup aside. When she glances back at me, her cheeks are crimson, the color spilling from her face to her neck. Her dress clings to her curves as if it were tailor-made for her, but even then, I’m still lost.
I want to taste her again, to feel her softness in my arms. I want to kiss her forever, and get lost in the sweet audacity of her eyes. It’s a desire that transcends words, and I think she knows it too because then she moves in closer.
I wrap my arms around her and capture her mouth in mine once more before we even get the chance to talk again. I’ve kissed her before but kissing her always somehow feels like the first time. She tastes like caramel from the coffee she’s been drinking, mixed with spice and mint. My senses blend in an endless loop, fixed only on how wonderful she tastes. My tongue dances in her mouth as she finds a rhythm to her own desperation.
“I want to tear off your clothes right now and take you like the animal you’ve made me. Tell me you want me to.” I shift from her mouth to the curve of her neck, chuckling when she shivers in my arms.
“Yes…yes…yes tear it off.”
I’m still chuckling. She doesn’t know it yet, but it’s my coping mechanism around her right now—laughing to ease my anxiety because I know if she looks at me a certain way, I’ll come for her like a goddamn teenager. That’s how much her body ignites mine.
"We’re in public, baby. Aren’t you shy? Or worried?" I tease.
It takes her a second to catch up with me, my tongue swirling circles across the smooth expanse of her neck and behind her ear, but she does. "Oh, fuck you. Stop playing with me."
I drag my lips back to hers and press my forehead against hers. She’s on her tiptoes, straining to kiss me again despite herannoyance and frustration. Our breaths intermingle as I capture the very essence of her, breathing in her scent and tasting her on my tongue.
"Hearing you cuss turns me on, did you know?" I murmur, my voice filled with intent. "But if there’s gonna be any fucking, it’s going to be me doing it to you. Got that?"
She nods against me, looking flushed. As her lips part again, I bring a finger up to trace the outline of her mouth. Frustrated with the teasing, Vittoria drags my finger inside the warmth of her mouth to suck, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
“Jesus Christ, Vittoria, I think you’ll be the death of me.”
She moans around my finger and shivers from the pent-up passion. When I pull my finger out of her mouth, she starts to grumble. “Don’t do this to me, please. Let me have you.”
I kiss her again, gently now, like we have all the time in the world. Her fingertips graze the skin of my neck, trailing down to my lower back. She presses firmly against me as we kiss. I shift a bit to slide my hand up her dress to the insides of her thighs. When my fingers find the lacy band of her panties, she lets out a soft gasp.
“I haven’t even touched you,” I whisper, watching her.
She shakes her head, letting tendrils of her hair fall across her face. “You don’t have to… Dario, but touch me. I’m begging.”
I slide my finger inside her, watching as her eyes widen and her mouth goes slack. I drive two fingers into her beautiful, perfect pussy and feel her clench around me.
She struggles to say, “Anyone driving by can see this… us, like this. Why doesn’t it feel weird? Why do I feel so damn good about it?”
I push my fingers deeper, and she cries out in shock, pain, and pleasure. “You’ve changed, that’s why. I don’t want you to ever feel the need to hide what you want from me. If you want me, this— all you have to do is say it. Heaven knows I could fuckyou every single day of my life until you’re too sore to even get out of bed.”
“Ohh, Dario.”
I thrust my fingers in and out of her, going wild at the wet sounds her body makes from the impact. All I can say in the heat of the moment is, “You please me, Vit.” She nods quickly, panting.
“I’m gonna come… Dar—”
I pull my fingers out of her, flip her around, and yank her dress up. Her panties slide off easily, gliding down her sexy hips with just a tug. I tuck them into my pants pocket and pull out my cock, using her wetness to warm myself as I stroke before thrusting deep inside her.
She cries out.
I shatter.
Her body clenches around me, hot and desperate, and I know—I’ll never get enough of this. Of her. Of the way she takes me like she was made for it. Made for me.
She gasps my name, and I lose myself.
I don’t move right away. A car drives past with the windows rolled up, but I catch sight of a middle-aged woman with her dog. I don’t think Vittoria notices them. She splays her hands on the side of the car and pushes her hips back, urging me to go deeper, and I oblige. I place a hand on the small of her back and smack her bottom with my other hand.
