Page 75 of Tinsel in Telluride

She understands my silent request and tangles her hands in my hair so I can slowly lower her to the bench behind her, my lips never parting from the woman who drives me wild.

As soon as she’s safely seated, I replace my fingers inside her and I raise my other hand to pull the top of her dress down, freeing her perfect tits.

Looking up from between her legs, I groan as her chest heaves. I palm her breast, my thumb tracing circles over her rosy peaked nipple.

They’re utterly fucking perfect. And goddamn, do they look spectacular in my hands.

Leigh jerks her hips and whimpers, “Luca, I’m gonna?—”

Before she can finish that statement, her whole body tenses, signaling she’s right where I want her—on the edge, waiting for me to take her there. Committing this moment to memory, I pull her nipple away from her chest and add a third finger to her pussy.

That does it.

Leigh tightens her hold in my hair and grinds herself against my talented tongue. She rides my face through her orgasm, and it’s easily the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. The way she lets me pleasure her but has no qualms about taking what she needs in the moment. It takes everything in me not to give into my aching cock and come in my pants.

“Oh my God,” she whispers, limbs shaking as she comes down from her pleasure and all but squirming to get away from my face.

“I’m not done,” I growl against her, pinning her against the bench.

“But—”

“One more. Give me one more before we get to the top.”

“I can't. It's too sensitive,” she says, but her pretty little blue eyes alight with lust tell a different story. They like what I’m saying. They’re begging for me to make good on my word.

“Then you’ll come fast and hard,” I taunt. “Come on. I want you to drown me, Little Thief.”

I suck her clit and roll the sensitive bud between my teeth, desperate to make her orgasm at my hands and mouth one more time before we reach the top of this damn mountain.

“Oh,” she cries, pulling at my hair. “Yes, Luca. Right there.”

I curl my fingers, stroking the tips against the spot that drives her wild. I look up and watch her come undone. She’s got her head thrown back, tits heaving in the moonlight. In short, she’s fucking gorgeous, and I never want this moment to end.

My dick throbs painfully against my zipper. Angry he’s not getting any attention, but he’ll have his time. This moment is for Leigh—and creating a vivid memory that will live rent free in my mind until the day I die.

“Luca—fuck—your fingers—God, right there—I’m going to?—”

God, I love that filthy mouth of hers.

Her pussy pulses around my fingers, her second orgasm taking hold of her shuddering body. It starts in her toes as she flexes them and straightens her legs tight against my cheeks. When it reaches her core, she curls forward, holding on as long as she can without giving in.

Well, that just won’t do.

I pinch her nipple, rolling it tight between my fingers.

“Oh, Luca,” she yells. “Yes!”

My name on her lips drives me wild, and I growl against her clit, working my mouth and fingers until her only option is to shatter for me.

And she does.

So. Fucking. Beautifully.

Every muscle she has pulses and releases at the same time, flooding my mouth with the delicious taste of her. She cries my name, over and over, the waves of pleasure crashing through her.

She goes limp against the seat, and I take my time cleaning up every inch of what’s mine.When I finally look up, I’m greeted with a lazy, almost drunk smile painted on her face.

“That was…incredible.”

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