Page 49 of The Italian Reckoning
If it’s just a kiss, then that’s fine. I’ll give her whatever she lets me give her and after the playful bite in her words, I fully expect her to push me away. Maybe we’ll return to the card game or drink some more wine until the exhaustion of the day takes us.
But Sarah doesn’t push me away.
She slides one warm palm against my cheek until her fingertips brush my ear. She shifts her head slightly to the left and kisses me back.
It’s a hundred times better than the kiss in the dark. A hundred times better than the kiss in my memory each time I think about her. Her lips are soft and sweet, with the lingering tartness of the wine, so I kiss her deeper and tease my tonguealong the seam of her lips. I’m not sure exactly what I’m asking for and my thoughts jumble together as the wine in my gut dulls my thoughts. I’m following feelings. Sensations.
And right now, they’re telling me to kiss her.
It’s like an ache in my chest that eases the longer our lips connect and flares each time we briefly part to switch angles. It starts as soft kisses and quickly dissolves into something needier and more frantic. Our tongues lick at one another, then glide together as my tongue invades her mouth and her hand slides up into my hair and pulls.
Excitement rushes down my spine and heat immediately pools in my lower belly. Sarah’s other hand cups the side of my neck with her thumb caressing my jaw, then she hooks one knee around my hip and her intention becomes as clear as day. The last time I had her, it was in the alley and it was quick and dirty.
She deserves better than that.
Sarah squeaks in surprise when I wrap both arms around her and pluck her from the floor like she weighs next to nothing. With her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders, she peppers kisses all over my face while I stumble, half-blind, from the office and through the lounge to the bedroom that’s up three short stairs and behind a sliding door. There isn’t time to close it because as soon as the bed comes into view, Sarah arches away from my hold and pulls her shirt over her head. It lands on the floor and a second later, I press her down onto the plush mattress.
My mouth becomes my guide. From the swell of her breasts to the concave dip of her abdomen, I kiss every inch of her body that I can reach. She’s receptive to most of it but just like in the alley, the moment my lips brush across the scars littering her abdomen, she flinches hard away from me. I almost stop what I’m doing but as words of concern rise in my throat, she pushesme down onto the bed and climbs over me which is a clear indication that she wants to keep going.
So I follow her lead and shed my own shirt. She kisses my lips, nips a path down my throat, and drags her long, painted nails across my chest, then licks over the trails of fire they leave behind. One swipe of her tongue over my nipple and she bites down, giggling when a hiss of pain escapes me.
Okay, she’s feisty.
“Sarah—”
“No.” Her head snaps up and dark, lust-filled eyes lock onto mine. “No talking.”
“But—”
“No. You don’t earn me with words.”
Interesting. Is this still part of the game? Or is that her way of staying disconnected from this entire thing? It’s like she wants this but she doesn’t want to admit that she wants it, and we’re just playing an extension of the card game. But she’s in my lap and grinding down against my hardening cock so, who am I to deny her something we both clearly want?
We can talk later.
Cupping the back of her head, I pull her in for another deep kiss and roll us over once more. She removes her bra with practiced ease and musical notes of pleasure burst past her lips as I kiss and lavish attention over her breasts. Sucking her left nipple draws a particularly sexy, needy sound from her throat, especially when I roll it around my tongue so my mouth remains there as we wrestle and kick our way out of the rest of our clothes.
Her fingers repeatedly run through my hair and her nails claw at my shoulders and turn to talons as I slide three fingers through her soaked pussy. I get my revenge by sucking harder on her nipple and teasing the nub with tender bites, and just as shedigs her nails into my back, I thrust two fingers inside her pussy and immediately curl them.
“Fuck!” Sarah cries out, her gorgeous body arching into mine as pleasure takes her. The pain from her nails and the fist in my hair further stokes the flames of need aching in my gut and my cock throbs in time to my racing heart. I want to fuck her. I want to bury myself inside her and never leave until the sound of her needy, sweet moans is imprinted on me.
Finally releasing her nipple, I kiss along to her other swollen nub and then disappear down between her legs.
There are scars on her thighs too, and while their source burns my curiosity, I put it out of my mind. Her pussy is as sweet as she is and her juices coat my tongue and chin within seconds of my shoving my face between her legs. Sarah’s thighs close around my head, muffling the world around me, so I close my eyes and focus solely on her.
On each soaked fold that shifts around my tongue, on her swollen clit that throbs under my attention, and on her pussy clamping rhythmically around my pumping fingers. I kiss and lick and suck, pouring my whole heart into making her feel good, using how tightly she grips my hair as the indicator of how good she feels.
When she comes, she clenches so tightly around my head with her thighs that I have no space to breathe. There is only Sarah, and that’s all I want in this moment. My cock jumps against my thigh, and it takes all my control not to hump the bed like some kind of dog, not when a better treat is waiting for me. Sarah whimpers and moans through her orgasm, and I lick her through it until her legs fall away and I’m able to come up for air.
“Holy… shit,” she pants heavily, stroking her hand repeatedly through my hair. I kiss my way back up her body, and once we’re face to face, looking each other right in the eyes, I slide my aching cock into her hot pussy and peace settles deep in my soul.
“That’s it,” I coax as her body opens up to me and she drapes her arms around my shoulders. “Just like that.”
We kiss and my mind goes quiet. We’re completely connected with her leg hooked around my hips and her arms pulling me snug against her body. Adjusting my position on my knees, I pull her hips closer to mine and with her in my lap, it’s easy to lift her hips upward. Sarah moans deeply as I caress her thighs with my hands, fucking her slowly but with determination. Shallow, hard thrusts that rock her back and forth across the sheets, lazy, deep kisses where our tongues lick back and forth against one another, and slow caresses of her thighs and waist to remain as connected as possible.
I’m addicted.
More than that, I think I’m falling for her.
