“Don’t worry. Next time, I’ll make it more pleasurable. You have the perfect ass for spanking.” He chuckles as my eyes go wide and I swallow hard.
I keep my gaze trained on him as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip and moves behind me. Warmth graces my skin as he unzips my dress, and we both watch it float down to my feet. My strapless bra follows. He reaches forward and fills his palms with my breasts, squeezing then kneading, making me moan in response to his touch.
“The dress looked great on you, but I prefer your naked body. And I love playing with your gorgeous tits,” he mutters into my ear, his hot breath tickling my skin.
I groan with pleasure as he continues to massage my breasts. Pleasure claims my mind. I’m ready to kiss him when he flips me around to recapture the kiss we shared on the road.
Our lips meet, and I decide tonight will be different. Usually, I’m like a doll in his house, a toy for him to play with, but I want him too. I want to explore his body the way he explores mine. I want to enjoy it.
I tug at his shirt, freeing it from the waistband of his pants, and undo the bottom button. I’m about halfway up in my pursuit when he catches my greedy hands and clasps his over mine.
A dark smile lifts the corners of his mouth when he moves away from me to get a look at my face.
“You want me. Say it,” he demands with a stare that makes me melt.
“I want you,” I answer. Shame fills me.
He moves in close in a predatory way, as if he’s going to take me whole. Fright momentarily fills me.
“Be careful, Emelia,” he warns. “My Princesca. Be careful what you want. If you’re not careful, you just might get it, and it won’t always be a good thing. I’m the big bad wolf, the devil.” He leers at me, but when I look at him, I only see the Massimo my heart wants.
The man I’m drawn to, the man who makes my heart beat the same way it does when I think of my dreams.
“Still want me?”
“Don’t you want me to want you?”
“No. Because you deserve better.” I think it’s a lie. I think he wants to believe that, and it’s true but it’s a lie. His eyes darken to that of an afternoon sunset as he gazes long and hard at me. “I’m a selfish bastard, Emelia. You must know that by now. So, I want you to want me whether or not it’s good or bad.”
I take charge now and finish undoing his buttons. I take off his shirt, and he allows me to. I start undoing his belt while he runs his thumb over the hard peaks of my nipples.
“What are you going to do to me?” He smiles.
“I want to suck your cock,” I answer. My ears burn at my words. I’ve never said that before, and I’ve never done this before. I know he’s wanted it. I have too.
His lips part as he watches me.
I push down the band of his boxers once I’ve unzipped his fly. As I do so, his cock springs free and I run my fingers over the length. He’s completely erect and ready to be inside me, but I’m having him first.
I lower to my knees and lick off the precum on the tip of his mushroom head. It tastes salty and masculine. It’s the taste of him.
I secure a grip on the base and pump up and down, then take him right into my mouth. He groans with pleasure I’ve never heard come from him.
I have no idea what I’m doing, but there’s no way I’m not going to do this properly. I don’t want him thinking of someone like Gabriella when he’s with me. Or comparing. I suck harder when I imagine her doing this to him, and he laces his fingers through my hair.
“Fucking hell, Emelia, you are fucking perfect.”
I take that as a sign I’m doing a good job, so I continue sucking hard. He thrusts into my mouth, fucking my face. He goes deeper, and I take it. He tightens his grip on my head, and I take it. He pumps so hard I think I might choke, but I take it because I know I’m pleasing him.
When I start to massage his balls, he groans out loud but stops pumping. He runs his fingers through my hair, and I stop sucking.
“I want to play with you in a different way tonight, Emelia, and finish inside you,” he groans, pulling me up. The pleasure-filled expression looks beautiful on his face. Pleasure I gave him. “I want to be dirtier, darker with you tonight, Princesca. Let me.”
He’s still erect and looks like he’s ready to blow but exhibits enough control to kiss me so hard my lips burn.
“What are you going to do?” I ask. There’s something dark indeed lurking in his eyes that hardens his face with raw desire. It intrigues me to find out what he means by dirtier and darker.
He moves us to the wall with the wardrobe, releases me, and pulls on a curtain I assumed covered the window. As the curtain opens, I see it’s not a window.