Page 49 of Sins of Bliss

“Sly,” she moans. “Please…I’m so sensitive. Let me take care of you.”

“Absolutely not,” I grumble, never removing my mouth from her. My tongue caresses her opening in long, languid strokes. Dragging my hands further up, I slide them beneath her, cupping her cheeks as I use my thumbs to spread her wider.

I eat her like a starving man devouring his first meal in days. Everything about her—from the noises she makes to the roll of her hips, and the sweet, delicious taste of her arousal—makes me painfully hard. Desperately, I want to sink inside of her, but even more, I want to bring her to orgasm so intensely her pussy will vibrate with aftershocks throughout the ceremony.

At least until I arrive to stop it.

Using the tip of my tongue, I massage her clit in precise circles, teasing it as I shift my hand and sink two fingers into her. With a soft bend of my fingers, I begin to massage her G-spot in the same tempo as I tongue her clit.

Moments later, the most beautiful sound erupts through the quiet room as she comes again on my tongue. I lap her up, holding her thighs firm as she tries to close them. Her hand fists my hair as she simultaneously pulls me closer and pushes me away.

When her body relents, melting against the couch, I sneak a quick glance at my watch.

Our time is running out.

Standing, I look down at her pussy as it glistens. It’s beautiful, and as my eyes drag up her body, I take in her flushed appearance. She looks thoroughly satisfied, but so badly I wish to hear her come a few more times. “I desperately want to continue to pleasure your body, piccola ladra, but I’m afraid I must go in a moment. So, stand up.”

Instead of listening, she slides from the couch and sinks to her knees, reaching for my belt. “Let me make you feel good, Sly. I want you in my mouth.”

Taking a step back, I shake my head. “As much as I would love your lips around my cock, I would much prefer to feel your pussy as you come all over it.”

Bringing my hand to my belt, I unhook it before working the rest of the fasteners. Pushing the denim down my legs, along with my boxer briefs, I sit on the couch. My pants shift down to my calves as I spread my legs, getting comfortable.

I watch as Vinnie’s greedy eyes drag over the lower half of my body, licking her lips. Without further instruction, she climbs onto me, straddling my legs as she holds onto the back of the couch and lowers herself.

She takes me fully and we both groan in unison when I’m fully seated inside of her.

“Dammit, Sly,” she moans, but she doesn’t continue her thought.

She doesn’t have to. I can feel the way her body speaks for her.She’s still mine.

Holding onto the couch with one hand, she uses it as leverage to slide up and down while her other arm holds her dress. Every time she takes me, she clenches her walls, milking my cock harder with each roll of her hips. Yet, her movements are slow and deliberate. Drawing pleasure from both of us. Making this moment count.

She thinks it will be our last.

Using my hands to guide her hips, I close my eyes and whisper, “You were made for me, piccola ladra. A perfect fit in every capacity. Please, don’t marry him.”

“That’s not fair,” she argues.

And it truly is not fair of me to ask—I already know she will not be marrying August St. Jean today. Still, I wish she would be the one to call things off, though I know in her mind she has good reason not to.

I’m just not sure what her reasoning is.

“Ti amo,” I tell her—reminding her she is the one for me.

“Sly,” she moans again.

Reaching between us, I use my thumb to stroke her. My release is so close I fear I won’t be able to hold it off much longer.

Since the day she left my hospital room, all I have thought about is her touch.

My body aches for her, always.

With my dominant hand, I guide her hips up and down my shaft faster, pushing us both to the brink of release. When her pussy tightens around me, I know she is close, and I rub her clit vigorously as I let myself go. My balls tighten, cock twitching inside her as ropes of hot cum line her walls. At the same moment, she cries out, her own orgasm ripping through her body even harder than the last.

Quiet panting fills the room, and it takes us both several minutes to come down from our exquisite releases, chests heaving as we catch our breath.

As Vinnie’s breathing slows, she leans forward, capturing my lips in a kiss that screams everything her words will not. Her lips are soft against mine, and I reach up to tangle my hand in her hair, cupping the base of her head to deepen it. It is in this position that I love holding her most—where I feel like she is forever in my arms, as she is in my heart.

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