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I run my tongue over her underwear, and Isabella lets out another needy moan.

I smile against the fabric before doing it again, and the way I have her squirming tells me she’s just as desperate for me as I am for her.

“Do you know how often I’ve thought about doing this again, Isabella?”

She lets out a mewl as I run my finger over the thin piece of fabric that separates me from my favorite fucking thing in this entire world.

“Replaying every time we’ve been together just to get me by while I was in Sicily.”

“Oh, please,” she says, bringing her head upright again. “I’m sure there were plenty of women in Sicily that were eager to help you pass the time.”

Eager, yes, but there was no way in hell I could ever let another woman touch me after being with Isabella. The want and need for anyone else disappeared the moment I laid eyes on her in college.

“You think I’d ever be with another woman after having you?” I say, lifting her legs so they’re laying over my shoulders.

I pull the fabric aside, exposing her bare pussy. I swear I nearly come in my pants at the sight of her glistening cunt. So fucking needy and so fucking ready for me. My cock throbs in my jeans, but as much as I want to take her on the counter, this will not be the first time we make love again.

“What do you mean—” Isabella says, but I slide my tongue along her slit, and another moan falls from her lips. “Oh my gosh,” she says, throwing her head back.

“Just as fucking sweet as I remember.” I slide my tongue along her pussy once more.

I’ve missed this so fucking much.

Losing my girl was torture, but having her back in my arms like this makes everything worth it. Her taste is an addiction, and now that I’ve finally had the hit that I’ve been itching to have for over three years, I’ll never be able to go another day without it.

I increase my tempo and pressure along her pussy. “Oh fuck, Nicco,” she pants, and it sends a thrill down my spine hearing her say my name the way I’ve missed so much.

“Please, don’t stop doing that,” she cries out, running her hands through my hair and putting pressure on the back of my head as if she’s trying to bring me impossibly closer to her.

Finding her clit, I flick the tip of my tongue against it in rushed movements that have her shuddering in seconds as her orgasm builds.

I suck on her clit before finding her opening and thrusting my tongue inside.

She used to always love it when I did this to her.

“Oh gosh, Nicco,yes,” she pants out. She writhes around me, meeting each of my thrusts with her own and grinding into my face. I glance up at her, and the sight is fucking phenomenal. Head back, hand squeezing one tit while the other is glued to my head, pressing me into her as if I’m the one thing she needs in life.

She’s so damn close.

I lap at her clit with my tongue again before sucking it into my mouth, and that’s when the shudders grow so wildly out of control, Isabella nearly bucks her ass off the counter.

She slides her other hand into my hair and holds me to her. “Holy shit, I’m coming,” she cries out. I continue licking and sucking her clit while she rides out her orgasm, enjoying the way her fingers cling to my head as she comes undone.

Once she’s come down from her high, she releases her fingers from my hair. I glance up at her, satisfied I made her feel so damn good until I take in her absent expression. She’s staring down at my chest, and that wall I thought I’d finally bulldozed through is back up.

Taking her legs off my shoulders, she presses the sole of one of her boots into my chest, pushing me until I fall back onto my ass. The distant look in her eyes has me fucking speechless.

Isabella slides off the counter and turns around to look at herself in the mirror. She pulls her dress down, straightening it before running her fingers through her hair.

I push myself up, my eyes remaining on hers. She refuses to make eye contact with me even after giving her the best damn orgasm she’s had in years.

I stand here studying her, shocked that after the way I had her writhing on my tongue and coming all over my face, she’s put herself back together as if nothing happened. All while not even fucking looking at me.

After giving herself one last lookover in the mirror, Isabella turns back toward me, finally meeting my gaze with hers. I look into her eyes to see if I can get any read on her, and for the first time since I met Isabella, I can’t. I get absolutely nothing. It’s as if she’s unaffected by what just happened between us, and it’s messing with my fucking head.

A knock sounds on the door and a woman’s voice comes through. “Is someone in there?”

Isabella pauses for a moment before she takes a step to move around me, but my hand shoots out, wrapping itself around her slender wrist, stopping her in her tracks. Slowly, she slides her gaze from where my hand rests on her wrist to my eyes, and it’s still blank behind those brown irises of hers.

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