Page 52 of Of Grief And Gratitude

He twisted his fingers and sucked on my clit, then moved his hand rapidly, applying enough pressure to a spot deep inside that I lost my damn mind. “Yes!”

I screamed incoherently as I felt a fluid rush from my body and soak his face and hand.

“Good girl,” he growled, muttering something in Italian as he swiped his forearm across his glistening face. He tugged my hips to the other side of the bed, moving me off the wet spot I’d created and pulling the covers down. His thick cock dragged across my inner thigh as he settled over me. “Ready for me?”

“Please.” I nodded and widened my legs as he lowered to take my mouth, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

He grasped his shaft and dragged the fat head of his dick through my folds, wetting it with my arousal before pressing against my entrance. Instead of thrusting hard, he pulsed his hips, slowly inching inside, spreading me wide around him. I breathed hard, full enough to feel the slight discomfort from the stretch.

“Take me, mia fiamma,” he purred against my lips, the muscles in his arms rippling with restraint as he held himself still. “Be a good girl and take all of me.”

I tipped my hips and felt his cock slip deeper, straining against the back of my pussy. He withdrew, and we moaned in tandem at the delicious drag, friction lighting every sensitive nerve inside me.

“Romeo!” I cried out and dug my fingers into his shoulders as he snapped his hips forward, the pace he set hard and fast.

“You’re going to come for me again,” he ordered, nipping at the side of my neck. My muscles flexed against his shaft, gripping him harder as I rocked with his movements, the base of his cock dragging against my clit and driving me higher with every thrust.

He shifted back onto his knees, spreading his bent legs wide and tipping my pelvis, so the head of his dick rammed into my g-spot over and over, making me writhe with pleasure. I gripped my bouncing breasts and pinched my nipples, watching the sweat drip down Romeo’s brow.

He bit his lip and groaned, focused on where my fingers twisted the hardened peaks. “Fuck, that’s so hot. Don’t stop.”

I was close; the sensations combined until they overwhelmed my body. “Fill me, Romeo.”

My words made his eyes snap to mine, and he reached his hand between our sweat-drenched bodies to circle my clit with the pad of his thumb, drawing a cry from my lips.

“Now, Riona. Come now.”

I surrendered to the release with a wordless cry, my vision blurring as the intensity of my orgasm made my body shake. Romeo continued thrusting until it felt like he could go no further, then collapsed over me with a long, drawn-out, “Fuck.”

The hot rush of his come filled my pussy in short spurts, an unfamiliar experience that sent me into orgasmic aftershocks. I whimpered, my thighs sore from shaking so hard.

“Shh,” Romeo kissed my forehead, stroking wild tendrils of hair from my face as our eyes met. “You’re okay. You’re perfect, mia fiamma.”

I sighed and nodded, still trying to catch my breath. All I could manage was a croaked, “Wow.”

Romeo chuckled, his chest rumbling against mine and stimulating my sensitive nipples. “Same.”

He pulled out of me and stared down with a self-satisfied smile, using his fingers to gather the come that tried to rush out and push it back inside me. “Keep that where it belongs.”

Fuck, that was hot.

“You’re something else,” I managed as I rolled off the bed and looked around the room, finally spotting the en suite bathroom entrance. His laughter followed me as I cleaned myself up and washed my hands.

When I returned, Romeo was sitting on the edge of the bed, his cock hanging heavy between his spread legs. Definitely a shower and a grower.

“You good?” he asked, his gaze softening. “I didn’t hurt you?”

I nodded as I approached, standing between his legs when he pulled me close. I wove my fingers through his hair and watched his eyes close in response. “So good. And deliciously sore.”

Romeo smirked, wrapped his arms around my waist, then twisted so we landed back in his spot, where he spooned me. His stubble brushed against my shoulder before he kissed me softly and pulled the covers over us.

“Nap, then dinner.” He punctuated the words with more kisses, and I relaxed into his hold, nestling my hips against his.

I looked over my shoulder. “You think you can just tell me what to do because you gave me some amazing orgasms?”

“No.” He shook his head and grinned. “I can take care of you because you're mine now.”

I scoffed and slapped his thigh weakly, too tired to correct him. It was a conversation for later. I gave in to the exhaustion and snuggled in, breathing in the coconut scent on Romeo’s pillow and basking in the afterglow of our explosive passion as I drifted off in his arms.

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