Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“Lucy.” I grabbed her beneath the arms and tipped her onto her back. “Take a breath, okay? Let’s start at the beginning.”
She sucked in her breath as I tugged her underwear down her legs and dropped them to the floor.
My heart was beating hard in my chest as I got on my hands and knees and moved up her body until my face hovered over hers. Her blue eyes were darker than usual, her face flushed. “Now let me think,” I said, brushing her hair back. “What were my lines again? Oh, right.” I kissed her lips, gently teasing them open with my tongue this time. “You’re my one and only love.”
I felt her smile, heard her start to laugh, and I moved my mouth over her jaw and down her throat. “Nothing will ever come between us.”
Inhaling the warm, slightly floral scent of her skin, I kissed my way across her collarbone and back up the other side of her neck. “And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you—or at least the rest of tonight.”
She laughed harder, threading her hands into my hair. “You paid attention.”
“Of course I did.” I teased her earlobe with my tongue, which was how I discovered she was still wearing the earrings I’d given her. Not only was it sexy that she had on nothing but diamonds, but I liked that she hadn’t taken them off. It meant something to me—something that tightened the wrench around my heart.
I ignored that feeling and focused on the woman beneath me, settling my hips above hers and letting the length of our bodies meet skin to skin for the first time. Bianca moaned softly, opening her knees and pulling my head up to meet my lips with hers. She kissed me differently this time, sucking my tongue into her mouth, tightening her fingers in my hair. Her heels dug into the backs of my legs, and her hips began to rock underneath mine.
By no means was I inexperienced, but something about being with Bianca for the first time was making me anxious. I wanted this to be perfect for her. I wanted her to remember this as the best night of her life. I wanted her future asshole boyfriends—and they’d all be assholes, she clearly had terrible taste in men—to be haunted by the specter of me giving her the kind of pleasure she’d only dreamed about.
With that in mind, I was more attentive to her than I’d ever been to anyone. I went slow. I buried my own urges and stayed in control. I was aware of her every breath and sigh, her every arch and gasp. I discovered she liked it when I put my tongue on her throat, she loved it when I took her nipple between my teeth, and she moaned loudly when I reached between her legs and stroked her clit with soft, gentle circles.
“Oh God.” She gripped my shoulders. “That feels so good. I love your hands on me like that.”
I took my mouth off her breast for a fraction of a second. “Wait until you feel my tongue.”
She sucked in her breath as I kissed a meandering path down her rib cage, across her belly, over one hip, her skin like satin under my lips. Moving down between her legs, I gently pushed them apart and put my mouth all along her limbs . . . her thigh, the inside of her knee, her calf, her ankle. I took my time, working my way down one leg and up the other, before settling between her thighs and letting her feel my breath on her skin.
“Yes,” she panted.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want you to do that. I thought you stopped to ask permission.”
I smiled, rubbing my lips lightly against her. “Did you? That’s cute.”
“Enzo.” Her voice was weak. Her hands curled into the bedding. “Do it.”
“Do what?” I teased her with one tiny, shallow caress, just the tip of my tongue.
“Put your mouth on me.”
“Say please.”
“Please.” A whisper. A whimper.
I rewarded her for saying what she wanted with several long, firm strokes up her center, moaning with pleasure at the velvet texture of her, the sweet scent, the honeyed taste. I was rewarded in turn by her blissful sighs, her clutching hands, her hips rising to meet my tongue. She was so responsive, I almost thought she’d been lying before when she said she was shy in bed. Then I decided she’d been telling the truth and it was me bringing this out in her.
The thought of it made my cock surge with need.
But she had to come first.
I performed every trick I knew, dazzling her with acrobatic feats of the tongue, astonishing her with nimble and dexterous twists of my fingers until she was bucking wildly beneath my mouth, her clit pulsing against my tongue, her body contracting around my fingers inside her. She let loose with all my favorite one-syllable words and even some multi-syllabic praise—don’t stop, yes, right there, oh God, you’re fucking amazing, you’re making me come, this is crazy—and then I heard the words I never thought I’d hear out of Bianca DeRossi’s mouth.