Fragile Longing

“So beautiful,” Danilo murmured as he placed a light kiss on my nipple through the fabric. I sucked in my breath, my hand flying to the back of his head.

“Danilo.” The needy note in my voice didn’t leave any doubt as to what I needed. Danilo stroked his palms down my sides and slipped them under my back, opening my bra. I helped him by briefly sitting up so he could remove my bra, but then I reclined back on the plush carpet to allow Danilo a view of me. His hungry eyes took in my naked breasts and my insides somersaulted at the obvious desire he felt for me. It wasn’t the first time he was seeing my breasts but every time he did, he looked as if it were the very first time. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable now.

Danilo shook his head as if he needed to get out of a trance. He hovered over me and brushed his thumb across my nipple. I bit my lip at the tingling sensation spreading from my chest all the way to the sweet spot between my legs. My panties stuck to me. He rubbed my nipple slowly, all the while watching me. Despite the heat in my cheeks, I kept my gaze on him. His eyes locked on mine, and with a dangerous smile curling his gorgeous mouth, he bent over my breast and darted his tongue out, the tip nudging my nipple. My lips parted. Finally, his mouth closed around my nipple and he sucked it into his mouth. Pleasure radiated through every inch of my body as he sucked and kneaded at the same time with his other hand. His teeth closed around my nipples, startling me. He tugged lightly, then harder. I dug my nails into the rug at the hot need pulsating between my legs with every tug of his teeth. He released my tender nipple and circled it soothingly with his tongue before drawing it into his mouth to suckle gently on it. I mewled. My panties were completely drenched, so when Danilo’s hand slipped down my body, I tensed in embarrassment.

“Relax,” he rasped against my nipple. Then his words turned into a low growl as his fingers stroked over my soaked panties. “Are you wet for me?”

“Nobody else around,” I said. I wasn’t even sure why. Usually my brain-to-mouth filter was intact, but Danilo’s mouth on my chest and between my legs had caused a major leak, in more than one sense. I let out an embarrassed laugh. I was absolute shit at sexy talk, obviously.

For a moment, Danilo stared at me as if I’d grown a second head, then he chuckled and brushed his lips across mine with a daring smile. His fingers slid across my temple. “But I don’t know who’s in there.”

Of course, my brain jumped straight to wondering who was in Danilo’s head while we made out, but his next words dispersed my worries at once. His gaze captured mine, his brown eyes so intense and all-consuming that my breath got stuck inside my chest. “You haunt my nights and days, and no matter what I do, I can’t get you out of my head.”

“I do?”

“Yeah,” he murmured. “I can’t stop thinking about your sexy body and all the things I want to do with it. You’re driving me completely insane with desire, Sofia.”

I gripped his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. “You are the only one in my head. I want you.”

Danilo kissed me harder before his mouth traveled down my body to latch onto my nipple again.

He slid his finger under my panties, brushing over my heated flesh. I squeezed my eyes shut to focus on the sensations of the touch. When the pad of his finger graced my clit, it was as if parts of my body I hadn’t been aware of came alive. I panted, one hand clutching the back of his neck to hold him in place against my breasts and the other fisting the sheepskin almost desperately.

“I need to taste you,” Danilo growled and pulled away from my chest despite my attempts to keep him there. “Last night wasn’t nearly enough.” The knowing smile he gave me made me giggle but I fell silent when he slid down my panties and tossed them aside. The cool air hit my heated skin, stirring up my need even more. Danilo’s eyes trailed down my body with what looked like reverence.

Danilo gently parted my legs.

“I want to see you as well,” I breathed out.

He dragged his sweater over his head. He was so unbelievably sexy. Every inch of his chest was defined and the fine trail of dark hairs disappearing in his pants almost drove me to the brink.

“Your pants,” I reminded him.

He shook his head, focused on my pussy. “First I’m going to get what I want.”