“Such naughty words for a Catholic boy,” I say with a smile.
He casts one quick look at me, his eyes inadvertently falling to everything he personally exposed. I see the flash of raw hunger there, but he fights it, angrily shaking his head.
“What is it, Giuseppe?”
Once again, he looks at me, the hunger more fierce than ever.
“I just know that…I think I want you more than—” He pauses, some conflict in his eyes deterring him before he continues. “More than I should. I don’t mean just physically, I mean…in other ways; in every way.”
Good Lord, he’s even more drunk than I thought.
But it’s wonderful.
Pleasure fills my veins, surging through my body enough to make my toes curl, my nipples harden, my body sing.
I grin up at him, my hand coming to his face. “Then have me.”
The way his body twists around, his hands coming back up to claim me again, tells me the encouragement wasn’t needed at all. I might as well have shot him full of testosterone-laced adrenaline.
This time, he has me lying prone on the couch, hovering over me like a prize champion who has bested his foe. His eyes once again wander over me, as though savoring his victory.
The need it builds in me is just as ferocious. Honestly, that bulge in his pants is enough to have me wanting to turn the tables so I can claim a trophy of my own.
Then his lips sink down. He doesn’t kiss me, he savors me. Those lips trace a line across my jaw, down to my neck. I tilt my head back and close my eyes as the heat begins to well inside of me. The sensitive skin on my neck tingles underneath his touch and I bite my bottom lip to keep from giggling with enjoyment.
As he works his way lower, his hand comes in to join. One caresses the curve along my thigh, across my hips, and up around my waist, resting to cup my breast. My already hardened nipple pebbles painfully under his soft grip. The other is claimed by his lips as they travel low enough to surround it, his tongue swirling around the peak.
“Giuseppe,” I sigh, arching my back to meet him.
The hand gripping my waist tightens as though he never wants to let go. Giuseppe groans and pulls his mouth away from my nipple to push face-first into my stomach, nuzzling it.
My hand comes down, sinking into his hair, nails dragging lightly across his scalp.
He shifts his weight, forcing himself between my legs. Even as I accommodate him, he impatiently takes hold of one to throw over his shoulder. The stubble of his jaw scratches my stomach as he burrows deeper and deeper, lowering himself until he’s reached that magical wonderland of delight.
Like a kid at an amusement park getting her first taste of cotton candy, the rush of anticipation sends me over the edge. The first touch of his lips has me falling hard.
Great day in the mornin—
“Giuseppe!” I cry out
His only response is a growl of hunger as he works his tongue, casting some magical spell against my clit, awakening it to pleasures that have only been hinted at before.
Who knew the uptight neighbor that could barely manage to work his mouth into a tight smile could use it to create such a masterpiece.
I rock my hips, wanting more.
He’s happy to accommodate, pursing his lips surrounding the head and drawing it even further out of its hood. The hand not gripping my waist comes down to join his mouth, plunging into me with an ease that is more than understandable considering how wet I am.
Yet another surprise greets me when Giuseppe handily finds exactly the right spot inside to have me arching my back even more, my mouth crying out his name.
The hand in his hair grips hard, like I’m clinging to the only life preserver in a sea of ecstasy.
I bite back a smile, which is quickly replaced by a perfect O as another orgasm hits me. At this rate, my body is certainly getting a workout.
Ain’t nothing wrong with that at all.
His stamina is astounding and if my body wasn’t quickly reaching the point of utter exhaustion, I’m sure he could go for hours. Superman, indeed.
“Please,” I whisper.
Giuseppe gradually slows down. The fingers inside of me, make one final stroke, forcing a painfully thrilling shiver out of me. His mouth pulls away from my clit, leaving it raw and exposed.
I slide further back on the couch, bringing my legs up so I can close them once again and recover.
I smile at him, wanting to express just how much I needed this tonight. Not in a rebound way—I’m well beyond the need to recover from Francis’ betrayal. A part of me knew it was over that day at lunch.
But this? This was absolutely—
“I want you, Honey.”
Although I still feel the aftershocks of pleasure working my exhausted body, I slip out of the robe and sit up. My arms come around his neck and tug at his shirt, dragging it up.
Giuseppe eagerly joins me, pulling it off and tossing it aside.
Before I can bother with his pants, he reaches out to grab me, pulling me in closer until I’m straddling him.
He easily lifts us off the couch and my legs go around his waist, clinging to him as he takes us to my bedroom.
He blindly bumps into the bed. The feel of it has me clawing my way off of him to the mattress so we can complete what it is we came to do.
He has eyes only for me, and they blaze with fire as he forces his pants and underwear down, exposing that magnificent cock that, until now, I’ve only had a tease of.
But there is nothing teasing about this dick. It’s demanding and powerful, fully intent on taking what
