Page 60 of Luciano (Belles & Mobsters 1)

“I want to fuck you now, Grace.” I felt his lips move against my skin, his breath searing my skin. “On this piano. I want to bury my cock deep inside you.”

The music stumbled, my fingers tripping over the notes. I sensed his satisfied smirk, though I couldn’t see his face.

“You want that too,” he rasped.

His body pressed against my back. My core heated with his words, my panties drenched with the insatiable desire he seemed to constantly feed. It wouldn’t take him long to strip me naked. I only wore one of his button down shirts and panties.

In one smooth move, his hands gripped my waist, then lifted me up and sat my ass on the black shiny surface of the grand piano. The cold surface under my ass sent shivers through my lust sizzling body. Our eyes locked, his gaze full of heat and hunger. For me. My body responded without any thoughts needed.

I spread my legs slowly, my core welcoming him. His hands roamed down my hips, to my thighs. The shredding sound of my panties filled the night. By now, I was used to Luciano’s passion. There wasn’t a flash of panic when his hands roughly handled my body. Instead, my body had been responding to it. Just like now.

The heady, slow burn of arousal flickered through every inch of me. It felt like a growing fire, spreading uncontrollably.

My eyes never wavered from his face, watching every flicker of emotion on his face. His hazel eyes burned from within with the same fire I felt in my veins.

The cold piano under my ass was such a contrast to my body’s inferno. His finger dragged through my folds, exploring.

“You’re drenched.” A groan tore through his throat and every fiber of me vibrated to his words. “For me.”

It didn’t matter how many times he touched me; each time felt new, better with him. On its own will, my body arched up against him as I watched him under my heavy eyelids.

His fingers slammed into me and a loud moan vibrated through the room.

“I fucking love your sounds,” he groaned. I barely had time to draw a quick breath before his other hand fisted my hair, and his mouth crashed down on mine, angling my head for deeper tongue penetration. His kiss was hard, demanding, and my legs hooked around his waist.

“Take the shirt off,” he rasped. “I want to see every inch that belongs to me.”

In rushed movements, I obeyed his command and in seconds I sat naked on his piano, waiting for what was coming next.

He stepped closer to me, both my thighs wrapping around his waist. His body pressed against mine, his mouth moving down my neck, to my collarbone, then shoulders. When his mouth reached my breasts, he licked and sucked on my nipples until I was panting.

God, I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me, feel his hot skin against mine. His rough, callused hand gently pushed me to lay back, the cold surface of the piano cooling the skin on my back.

He kissed his way down my stomach until he reached my pussy. His fingers pushed deeper inside me, then out and thrust inside again. My hips rocked against him, my head whipped from side to side. I closed my eyes, flying high, relishing in this sensation.

“Keep your eyes on me, Tesoro,” he commanded in a hoarse voice. I opened my eyes and seeing my husband between my thighs nearly unraveled me.

My back arched off the piano as he pinched my nipple with his other hand.

“Please, Luciano,” I begged.

“What do you need?” He knew what I needed. Nobody was ever so in tune with my body as this man.

His mouth reached my pussy, he was so close. The anticipation was killing. I wanted his mouth on my sensitive folds. I ached for him there.

He must have taken pity on me because I felt his teeth scrape over my clit just before he sucked on it.

A delightful shiver rippled through my body. “Ohhhhh.”

My fingers intertwined through his hair, his soft strands a familiarity I never wanted to give up. His mouth was merciless, licking and sucking my pussy; his finger working in and out of me. He devoured me, sucking hard on my clit and thrusting his tongue inside me. My insides quivered, reaching higher and higher for the peak. The overload of sensation caused me to yelp, my body withering away from him. But my husband’s hands clamped on my hips, forcing me to hold still till my body came apart.

“Fuck,” I screamed as an orgasm rippled through me and white lights flashed behind my eyelids.

Before I came down from my heights, Luciano lifted me off the piano, turning me over while planting my feet on the ground.

“Bend over and brace yourself,” he demanded hoarsely.

I barely followed his command, placing my palms flat against the piano, the cold surface against my chest sending goosebumps through every inch of my heated skin. He made quick work of getting rid of his pajama pants, his hands gripped my hips and he drove into me from behind, my body still shivering with the orgasm. One deep thrust through my clenching pussy and I was ready for him. Every fiber of me was so in tune with his needs, just as he was with mine.

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