She breathes a little heavier, nodding against me as she pushes her hips down against my hand. “I love when you touch me, Sal.” She gasps, letting her head fall back as I slide my finger up to brush her clit. I only toy with her a little bit, then I push a second finger inside of her and go deep, working her, caressing her walls. Her little breaths and gasps as she rides my hand drive me wild, and as much as I’d like to pile orgasms on her in every way I’m capable, right now I really just want to bury my face between her legs.
Her nose wrinkles up adorably when I extract my fingers from between her legs, but I smirk, because she’ll like this even more. I run my hands down the outsides of her legs, then lurch forward, moving her onto her back with me over top of her in one swift motion. Her legs drop apart for me and I can’t help moving between them, butting my erection against her as I kiss her.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” I tell her.
She blushes and buries her face in my shoulder. “You don’t have to wait.”
“I want to taste you first.”
“Oh god,” she murmurs. “You really don’t have to.”
“Trust me, I’ve been dreaming about it for a while; I very much want to.”
I kiss my way down her chest, running my tongue along the skin exposed above her bra and closing my mouth over the lace-covered peak of her nipple. Her back arches, pushing her breast against my face. I growl a little, biting down—not enough to hurt, just enough to startle her. Then I move lower, trailing kisses along her abdomen. I hook my fingers into the lacy band of her panties and tug them down, yanking them off and flinging them toward the stack of discarded clothing on the floor.
Her hands appear, like she wants to cover herself. I quirk an eyebrow. “What are these doing here? You want to play with yourself and make me watch?”
Her eyes widen. “No.”
“Then these have no business here,” I tell her, pushing her hands away.
“Vaginas are not attractive,” she informs me.
“Well, maybe not to you.” I dip my head, excitement coursing through me as I finally bury my face between her legs. Francesca gasps as my tongue breaches her entrance, clutching the sheets as I lick along her sweet pussy.
“Oh, God,” she cries, throwing her head back against the mattress.
The sounds Francesca makes as my fingers dig into the soft skin of thighs, keeping her legs open so I can devour the sweetness between her legs drive me wild. I continue to taste her with steady strokes, but I want to make her come so I can bury my cock inside her, so I turn my attention to her clit.
Francesca pants, fucking pants, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. She writhes and gasps as I nibble on her clit. I let go of one of her thighs and push my longest finger inside her while I’m at it and she cries out again, restlessly bucking her hips.
“Sal,” she says on a gasp. “Oh, God, Sal.”
Fuck yes, she can keep doing that all night. I can tell by her sounds and movements that she’s close so I zero in, strumming mercilessly as she gasps and moans.
“Sal!” I feel her pleasure erupt and she cries out for me, her body twisting as she comes. She breathes heavily as she starts to come down. I let go and push up on my arms so I can hover over her.
“Should we add that to the like column?” I ask innocently.
Laughing more easily than I even expect, she wraps her arms around my body and tugs me down. She wraps her legs around my waist and kisses me, deepening it herself this time. Oh yeah, she wants me.
That feeling is damn sure mutual, so I reach around her back and unhook her bra. She shifts so I can yank it off, and I bend to kiss her exposed breasts. I move my mouth over the left one first, sucking on her nipple. She threads her fingers through my hair, holding me close while my tongue circles the sensitive peak. Then I lavish the same attention on her other breast before moving back to her mouth. I want to kiss her when I drive inside of her, and my cock is fucking furious that I haven’t already.
I break the kiss, just long enough to ask, “You want my cock, Francesca?”
“Yes,” she says, a bit breathlessly, her arms still locked around me.
“Tell me.”
“I want your cock, Salvatore. I want you inside me.”
I roll off her so I can open the nightstand drawer, drawing out a condom. I rip it open, tossing the wrapper and roll the condom down over my cock. Instead of climbing on top of her, I lie down and let her climb on top of me.