Page 48 of Of Grief And Gratitude

“Noted.” I made a mental note to bring her the decadent chocolate dessert again.

We finished the last of the whiskey with dessert, happy and tipsy, as I helped her pack the leftovers and store them in the refrigerator.

“Oh, sorry!” Riona turned and bumped into my chest, and I reached out to steady her.

I pulled her against my chest, feeling every breath as her breasts pressed against my body. “You good?”

“Yeah.” She looked up at me, her parted red lips begging to be kissed as she leaned into my hold and closed her eyes.

I didn’t hesitate to take her mouth, gliding my tongue into her wet heat and tasting the lingering whiskey and chocolate. Sweet and spicy, just like Riona. She sighed and melted in my arms, letting me take the lead as the kisses deepened.

Her hands wandered from my hips to my dress shirt, impatient fingers pulling the hem from my pants and slipping underneath to feel my stomach. My abs tensed at her touch, and I gasped into her mouth as she dragged her nails lightly down my torso.

“Come with me,” Riona panted, breaking the kiss and practically dragging me to her room while fighting the long dress that threatened to trip her. She slammed the door behind us and turned, leaning against it. “Strip for me, Romeo.”

“Sloane?” I questioned, wanting to make sure we wouldn’t be interrupted.

“Gone for the night,” Riona replied, stepping close and walking her fingers up my shirt as she unbuttoned it. “You know, I haven’t been able to look at a bowtie the same since I saw your video.”

I chuckled as she pulled the ends of the silk around my neck and slid the fabric free. “I knew it. Did you come while you watched, mia fiamma?”

“Maybe.” She shrugged and pushed my shirt from my shoulders, the sleeves catching at the cuffs. It only took her a few seconds to slip my cufflinks free and set them on her dresser as I removed my shirt and dropped it to the floor. Then she was back, smiling seductively as her lips crashed into mine and she trailed kisses down my throat, nipping and sucking while I closed my eyes and held onto her hips.

My pants loosened as her nimble fingers worked the belt and unfastened them, shoving them down over my thick thighs. I toed off my black dress shoes and got rid of my socks, eager to feel Riona with no barriers between us.

“Turn around.” My voice was like gravel, low and tight with arousal. She spun and presented her back and those fucking tiny buttons holding her dress together. My fingers slipped as I pushed them through the little holes, kissing down her spine as I unfastened the dress. “Take it off.”

Riona pulled the bodice down and shot me a heated look over her shoulder as the fabric slid down her body and pooled on the floor, leaving her in nothing but the flesh she was born with. Her beauty sucked the air from my lungs, and I fought to take a deep breath as she pivoted, and my gaze raked over her breasts, stomach, and the place I longed to taste.

“Romeo.” She must have said my name more than once, because she planted her hands on her hips and looked at me expectantly.

“Sorry, what?” I could barely think as she wrapped her tiny fingers around my rock-hard cock, squeezing firmly.

“Get. On. The. Bed.” She punctuated each word with a stroke of my cock.

While I wasn’t usually a man who took orders, there was no way in hell I could deny her request. I took steps backward until my legs bumped into the side of her mattress and I fell back onto the white bedding, moving to rest my head on a pillow that I considered stealing after because it smelled like Riona.

She was like a cat; her spine arched as she climbed on after me, crawling between my legs and licking up the underside of my cock.

“Fuck, Riona!” Precum beaded at the tip of my dick, and she sucked it off, taking me into her hot mouth and trying to suck the soul from my body. I speared my hands through her hair, ruining the carefully arranged curls so the flames danced around her face as she bobbed on my length.

I guided her down, pausing when she gagged as the head hit the back of her throat, then groaning with pleasure as she lowered further and I slipped deeper. She was going to kill me, and I would die happy.

I kept my eyes on hers, watching her cheeks hollow around my shaft as she worked the release from my balls. With her dedication, I wouldn’t last much longer. “Suck me harder, mia fiamma. I’m gonna come. Fuck.”

Riona grasped the base of my cock and squeezed at the same time she cupped my balls, rolling them in her hand as she sucked and tongued the tip of my dick. I let out a growl as I exploded, filling her mouth with my release. I was left breathless and boneless, wondering if I’d been transported to some kinky heaven.

“Damn, woman. Incredible.”

My palm stroked her head, wordlessly thanking her for the gift of her mouth. Riona crawled up my body, and I watched her breasts sway, the pink tips of her nipples hard as she straddled me and lowered her head, spitting my come onto my tongue and fucking my mouth like my cock had fucked hers. I tasted myself for the first time, salty combined with her flavor, and held her tight to my chest as we feasted on each other.

Panting, she pulled back and grasped the headboard to steady herself as she knelt on either side of my head. I inhaled greedily, the scent of her sex the hottest thing since she sucked me off. Riona held steady, giving me a chance to back out as her pussy hovered above my face.

No. Fucking. Way.

I grasped Riona’s hips and pulled her to my mouth, burying my face between her lower lips and licking up her soaked slit. Her tang hit my tastebuds, and I lost my damn mind, flicking my tongue across her clit and circling her opening before spearing it inside and feeling the ridged muscles within. Her hips bucked, grinding harder against me as I found her clit with my thumb.

“Yes, fuck!” She shouted hoarsely, looking down her body at where I met her slick center. Her red lipstick was smeared across her face, and I smiled as I pulsed my tongue in her channel. “Like that. Oh, fuck. Fuck.”

---