I grasp his shoulders, holding onto him as my legs go a little wobbly.
His tongue trails up the center of my chest and my body is suddenly warm.
He wraps an arm around my waist as he walks me back until the back of my legs hit the edge of the bed. He eases me into the bed, my back gently hitting the soft mattress.
His fingers hook into the waistband of my pajama pants, pulling them down my legs. He steps back, staring at my body. “Beautiful,” he says, and I push away the warm fuzzy feeling that moves through my chest at the word.
This is just sex.
Sex with a horrible man.
But somehow, the words don’t seem as convincing as they were with Maximo. Because this is Vito, and Vito is different.
No, he’s the same.
When he moves closer, it breaks the internal war I have going on in my head.
He lightly grazes the outside of my panties with his fingertips, and I notice that he hasn’t removed any of his clothes. But before I can point that out, he’s leaning forward, running his tongue over my panties.
My back arches against the mattress and I wrap a hand in the covers.
His tongue trails across again, long and slow. Teasing.
“There’s so much I want to do to you, Winter,” he confesses as he pulls back, remaining close enough that I can feel his mouth moving against me as he speaks. “I want to taste every inch of you, licking, biting. Pain and pleasure. I want to bring you to the edge and keep you there for hours before I let you release.”
My legs move to close for some friction, but his hands come out, pressing them against the bed and he leans up so I can meet his gaze. “I want to utterly destroy you and put you back together at the same time.” He shakes his head slightly as his words bring heat to my body. “I’ve never felt so conflicted about another human in my life. It’s just something about you, Winter.” His licks his tongue along the inside of my thigh. “You drive me crazy in the best and worst ways.”
I try to focus on his words, to decipher them, but his mouth is back on me and the things I'm feeling don’t allow for any sort of concentration and I have a sneaking suspicion that that's exactly what he wants.
His fingers trail along the outside of my panties before pushing under them and pulling them to the side.
His tongue touches my clit so lightly that I almost don’t feel it. I moan, pushing my hips up but he doesn’t give me what I want. Instead, he taps his fingers along the outside of my thigh. “Be still and I’ll give you what you want, or else I’ll keep you here all night just like this.”
A sick shiver moves through my body, and I can't decide if I like the threat.
I will myself to be still, lying flat against the mattress.
“Good girl,” he mutters before his mouth is back on me.
He pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking hard as I let out a shriek. He releases me, and I can feel him spreading my lips wide before he plunges his tongue inside. My body feels like it’s in overload as his thumb moves over my clit, massaging it.
I thrash against the bed, trying to be as still as possible, not wanting to risk losing this sensation, but he doesn't seem to mind any longer, as he continues to ravish me.
He pulls his tongue out and I groan in protest before I feel his finger replacing it, filling me up. He drills upward into me and it’s so much gentler than what I got from Maximo and Giovanni, so much more tender.
“Vito,” I moan out.
He continues to push inside me before I feel him add a second finger and I let out a muffled scream, pushing my body into the motion. He torments me in the best way, driving me closer and closer to the edge until a sudden wave of euphoria hits me. My body goes completely weak and for a second it feels like I can’t even breathe.
His lips seem to bring me back to life as they cover mine and I taste myself on him. I let him control me, control the kiss, my body seemingly not listening to anything I tell it. And when he pulls back, I let out the smallest whimper.
I stare up at him, my breaths short as he steps back. I look down where I can see his erection pushing against his pants.
“What about-”
“Not this time,” he cuts me off. And there seems to be a darkness that fills his gaze with the words but the only thing I can focus on is his words.
Not this time.
Which means there will be a next time.