Then he’s on me, cupping my face in his palms, kissing me with urgency, his lips strong and soft, while his cock presses against the front of me, hard as steel. He bends down, cupping my breasts, squeezing, licking them until my head goes back and my eyes pinch shut.
“Oh god,” I say softly, practically whimpering as my desire gets kicked up to the next level and suddenly I’m fucking insatiable. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, his tongue prodding and teasing, and I swear I’m going to come right here and now just from that.
Fucking hell, I don’t even know my name anymore.
But he reminds me.
“Ruby girl,” he murmurs against my skin. “I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want you.” He slides his hands down my waist. They wrap around me and then the next thing I know, he’s picking me up and placing me on the counter. “Never, never. Nunca.”
Fingers tuck in around the waist of my skirt and he pulls it down over my hips, my body adjusting to let the fabric pass over me. Now I’m nearly naked and sitting in front of him, in only my lacey underwear in the same burgundy color as my discarded bra. He places his large, hot palm against my soft thighs and pushes them apart.
His eyes are glued to me. They move from my underwear, to my breasts, up to my mouth, my eyes. The fire inside him is simmering, there’s a look of disbelief. Like he can’t believe this is happening.
But I can.
I can because right now, this feels more right than anything else has in the last few months. This moment right now feels like the moment that everything else has been leading up to.
The moment before.
Before everything changes.
Before I finally get what I want.
Before I know what it feels like to have this man inside me.
I’ve waited long enough.
I reach down and slip my fingers into my underwear. I start playing with myself, sliding over my swollen clit, impressed at how drenched I am. Then again, how could I not be?
I watch him. I watch him watching me. He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his thick throat, jaw clenched. His eyes gleam. “Have you ever touched yourself and thought of me?” he asks, holding my gaze. God, his fucking voice hits me stronger than the scotch did.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Where?”
“At night. When everyone was asleep.”
He bites his lip, his breath hitching. “You had to be quiet.”
“Yes.” I close my eyes, my finger slipping inside me.
“I don’t want you to be quiet.”
I smile lazily. Open my eyes to look at him. “I won’t be.”
His brows raise, then he nods at my hand. “Stop.”
I stop, bringing my hand out from my underwear.
He grabs my wrist, brings it up to his mouth. Sticks my finger in his mouth and sucks on it, tongue licking up the side.
Holy fuck that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“You’re exquisite,” he murmurs, leaning in to place a hot, searing kiss on my lips. I taste myself too, groaning into his mouth. His hand slips between my legs, pushing my underwear to the side, and then I feel the rough stroke of his fingers.
Shit.
I’m already so turned on I’m afraid I’m going to come on his hand.
“Yes,” he whispers to me, then says something I don’t understand in Portuguese. Whatever it is, it sounded sexy, especially as he starts to fuck me with more of his fingers, moving in and out, deeper, and curving against me. The wet sound is very loud in the quiet apartment, and almost vulgar.
“Luciano,” I manage to say, my hands going to his hair, fingers wrapping around his silky waves. Even his fucking hair makes me want to come. “I…”
He cuts me off. “I’m going to fuck you with every part of me. Fingers, cock, mouth. Make you come so many times you’re not going to be able to walk for days. We have tonight, I’m using every minute of it.”
And with that, his thumb presses and swirls down on my clit, fast and slippery, and I know I can’t hold back.
I cry out sharply, tugging on his hair as the orgasm rolls down my spine and obliterates me. I buck against his fingers, nearly lifting off the table, while he keeps his eyes locked on mine, watching as I come so hard I’m rendered boneless, my blood feeling like smoke.
“Oh my god,” I say through a moan, my words floating to the ceiling along with the rest of me. My body won’t stop shaking, everything inside me feels liquid, Luciano’s eyes become a swirling galaxy that I’m pinballing around in.
I don’t know when the world starts to slide back into place, but I know my hands have cramped from pulling Luciano’s hair so hard.
“Sorry,” I manage to say, trying to breathe, trying to make sense of it all.
I can’t believe he just fingerbanged me on his kitchen island.
I still can’t believe I’m here.
I’m in a stupor, barely paying attention as he pulls my underwear down until it’s dangling off one foot.
“Do you have a condom?” he asks.
I nod slowly. Lick my lips. “Purse.”
He digs into my purse hanging off the chair and pulls out a condom.
I wince a little. This is my first reminder of Marco.
I know it’s Luciano’s first reminder too because he stares at the foil for a moment, breathing hard.
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him. “I’m clean.”
I want to tell him I used condoms with Marco because I didn’t trust him.
But I trust Luciano.
He nods. Gives his head a shake. He’s thinking about something.
“It’s fine,” he says roughly.
He strides over to me, picks me up and places me on the ground, then pulls me over to the floor to ceiling windows that look over the busy avenue below.
Places my palms up above my head and against the glass.
Pushes his hand on the small of my back, making my back arch, my ass sticking out.
He’s going to fuck me right here
