Nodding, I slide my hand around her neck to pull her down to me. “Now that you’re here, I can think of a better way to relax.” I whisper before I kiss her.
Her little moans are delicious as she moves against me, rubbing her breasts into my chest. Her nipples taunt me. I move her over me so I can take one into my mouth. “Oh, damn, you do that so fucking well.” As I let her go with a pop, she moans then pulls away. “I want to touch you now. Please.”
A small hand runs over my chest, her hair is a curtain around us. I grab a handful to hold her in place. “You can touch me, but I reserve the right to take over when you push me too far.” I smell her pussy as she sucks in her bottom lip and nods.
Letting her go isn’t easy, but a promise is a promise. I put my hands behind my head to keep from touching her.
Her hands are everywhere, tracing the tattoos, then she starts tasting me, her tongue peeking out between those kiss-swollen lips of hers. And shit, this isn’t going to be easy. Curiosity has her studying a flat male nipple before licking then sucking it. I fight not to laugh at her disappointment over me not reacting. “Am I doing it wrong?”
I allow a smile as I shake my head. “It just doesn’t have the same effect for me.”
“So for guys it really is all about your cock when it comes turning you on??
? Her hand is already moving south.
My hand goes around her wrist. “Once we get to sex, it’s what gets us there. But it’s not what turns me on. What makes my cock hard, is the way your eyes glow up at me when you’re happy, your smile you give so freely, the way you sigh a little when you touch me, the curve of where your neck meets your shoulder, the feel of your body against mine. There are many ways to make a man’s cock hard that have nothing to do with touching said cock.”
Her breath is coming out in little gasps as I run my finger up and down her neck. “There’s a lot to learn. Even though I hated you for saying no at the time, I’m glad this isn’t for just one night.”
“There was no way just one night would have been enough with you.” I moan at the way her hand goes around my cock, then strokes up slowly before moving back down. “You do that very well. Be careful.”
Another stroke up, and her thumb plays with the pre-come at the tip of my cock. “I want to taste you like you tasted me. I know I won’t be good at it, but I watched a lot of videos.”
As hard as it is to say, I grit my teeth. “You don’t have to—”
The way she rolls her eyes at me should not make me laugh. “I know I don’t have to, I said I want to. I’m making up for almost six damn weeks of sexual frustration here, Cesare. I am going to reserve the right to not do it again, but then again, is that fair since I would hate if you never did that to me again?”
How very Alicia to think about fairness. “Not a chance, since I love the taste of your pussy. I’m already hungry again for the taste of you.”
Her blush goes down to her beautiful breasts as they sway with her laughter. “You’re so dirty, Cesare.”
“It’s not dirty, cara, it’s honest.”
“You’re honestly dirty,” she corrects as she rubs the tip of my cock again, and I lose all thought. “Hmm...a way of holding all your attention.” I watch as she lowers her head to my cock. Her hair is in the way again, so I wrap it around my hand.
Christ, she isn’t tentative or shy as her velvet tongue licks the tip of my cock. Her moan matches mine as she does it again, then she sends me out of my skin when her mouth closes around the tip to suck lightly as her tongue toys with the now fast-leaking head of my cock. I want to watch her but my head goes back, to focus on what she’s doing to me. Shit. “Sorry, sorry,” she murmurs as she licks and sucks on the spot where her teeth scraped me. Then I’m lost again as one hand strokes me up then down.
“Tighter, grip me tighter.” I moan as her tongue toys with the underside of my cock.
“Always so bossy,” she mutters against me but she obeys, her grip tightening on me. My cock falls from her mouth. I moan at the loss of her hot little mouth until she runs her tongue up and down the length of me. “Hmm...I like the taste of you.”
Fuck, she’s going to kill me with that slow tongue of hers. She’s tasted every inch of me up and down twice, and I’m fighting not to beg her to go back to sucking me when her mouth wraps around the tip of me again, and now I’m fighting not to come at what she’s doing to me. Just when I think I have a handle on my body, her hand that was stroking the length of me cups my balls, grasping me tight then massaging them as she sucks hard on the tip of me and fuck me, I’m coming. I try to pull her away with the hand in her hair but her grip on me is tight. I give up, and give in to what she’s done to me.
I’m fighting to focus on what is happening when the bed dips. Hell, I hadn’t even realized she was gone. Alicia’s smile of satisfaction is broad on her gorgeous face. “That was very rude of you to try and pull me away. I told you, I wanted to taste you. I meant I wanted to taste all of you. It wasn’t amazing but it wasn’t bad. I’m going to want to do it again. Next time you don’t try and stop me.”
I trace her jaw. “Now who is being bossy?”
“Yep, was it okay?”
“Okay? No, it was mind-blowing.” She smiles as I pull her down to me. With a happy sigh she settles on my chest again. For a few minutes we simply lie there, until I hear her stomach growling. “Hell, I’m sorry. We’ll have a quick shower then get dressed and go get dinner.”
“We don’t have to go out for dinner. I can make us something here.”
Shaking my head, I’m off the bed. I scoop her off the bed as I carry her into the bathroom. “You don’t have to cook.”
“Cesare, I want to cook for us. I don’t really feel like getting dressed and going out. Please. I promise I’m a pretty good cook.”
I set the shower then tug her under the stream with me. I’m not happy with her cooking—I don’t want her to feel like she has to serve me—but if she doesn’t want to go out then I’m not going to make her. “Fine, if it’s what you want. I could order something in, too.”