Page 29 of Tall, Dark, and Grumpy
There’s a crash.
I turn just in time to see him sweeping everything off his desk, including a very expensive computer.
“Vito!” He takes my hands from where I’m holding his shoulders and lays me back. “What about?—”
“Doesn’t matter.” He’s on his knees, gripping my thigh and throwing it over his shoulder, before I can say more, his mouth is licking up my sex. I cry out, putty in his hands. “Fucking delicious,” he tells me before licking me as though it’s his religion.
I close my eyes and give in. I haven’t touched myself all weekend. Since he made me come the urge has awakened, tingling even as I’ve been sad. But all that has been washed away and all that’s left is sheer need.
“Give it to me.” The demand is muffled by the fact he doesn’t move his lips from my folds. “Come for me.”
I nod frantically, even though Vito has his head between my legs, and can’t see. He’s licking with an intensity I’d have never believed if you’d told me only a few days ago. I need this man, and he needs me. My body knows this feeling now, and reaches for it, or rather, accepts what he pushes me into. Pleasure.
His tongue is different from his fingers from the other night, softer but no less determined. More so, perhaps, because he doesn’t ease me into this slowly as he did on Friday night. It’s a chase, and he’s powerful and quick. I’m no match for him, and I claw at the table as the pressure mounts faster than I could have believed.
“Vito,” I choke out. “I’m going to…”
“Now.” He shoves a finger into my passage, and I scream. I split on that finger, my orgasm shuddering through me, the light of morning staining my eyelids and refusing to be dark as I convulse.
“That’s it. Good girl.” His voice rumbles into my bones as he eases me down from the peak. “Amore mio dolce.”
“What does that mean?” I ask as I open my eyes. I gasp as I find him over me, his wet tongue replaced with the shift of his fine fabric hips on my inner thighs.
“My sweet love.” He has his hands on either side of my head, and when he rocks against me his erection rubs hard over my clit, causing heat to flare up again. “It means my sweet love.”
His sweet love? The endearment soaks into my skin, seeping into my heart. He called me that plenty of times on Friday. It feels warm and true.
Holding himself effortlessly on one hand, he reaches down and in seconds has freed his cock. Framed by his clothes, it’s intimidating. Long and thick, with a vein pulsing and a bead of moisture on the tip that makes my mouth water.
And makes me tremble with both need and something like fear.
He’s huge.
He angles his length and touches that throbbing, silky tip to where I’m aching for him.
“I need you now.”
I nod eagerly. This is all my dreams come true. He wants me. He’s turned on, and while he was a gentleman on Friday night, today he’s feral. The evidence of his desire slowly breaches me, stealing my breath.
“That’s it,” he murmurs and lowers to press a kiss to my mouth. “Take my cock. Take it all.”
Grabbing his shoulders, his muscles are warm and firm beneath my fingers as the sharp pinch eases, until he pushes again, and it hurts in the best way as he opens me up.
“You’re being such a good girl for me.”
“Make me yours,” I plead against his lips, grappling with him, holding his shoulders and wrapping my legs around his waist until I realise leaving them wider gets him deeper. I don’tcare that it stings. I need him inside me. I want to be filled by him. “Please, Vito. Please.”
“I’m going to look after you so well. You’ll be utterly delirious with pleasure every moment of your life.” He withdraws and slides back in, filling me even more. I’m stretched, and my god he’s so big. I love it.
“Hush, hush. Breathe. You have to breathe through it.” Vito strokes my cheek and it’s only then I hear the unearthly noise from my throat. “Nearly there. I’ve got you.”
Another withdrawal and I miss him immediately, but then the swollen head of his cock is at my entrance, and he feels so good as he drives far deeper this time. Until I can feel him under my ribs, and he pulls me up, wrapping one arm around my waist and the other my shoulders and kissing me so my head is forced back by his assault. His thick, long cock is wedged right in, and his hips are flush with mine, our chests pressed together from pelvis to neck.
“That’s it, amore mio dolce,” he murmurs against my lip. “That’s it. You have everything now. Such a good girl. You’ve done it.”
Then, he begins to move, holding me to him. I dig my fingers into the muscles on either side of his spine, because he feels incredible. He kisses me dominantly, his tongue in my mouth, as he starts slow. His hips piston forward and backwards with more speed, spiralling the pleasure higher with every movement of his hardness into where I’m soft to receive him.
His chest is pressed into mine, and just his hips are moving, him thrusting into me with a solid rhythm as he groans and shakes. This is the most intimate thing I’ve ever done in my life.