Twisted Fate (Dark Heart 2)

“Luca…lie back down.” Her voice sounds shaky, so I look back up, finding, to my surprise, she looks like she’s coming undone.

“Oh, no way, la mia rosa. Not when I’ve got this in front of me.” I trace between her swollen lips and work a finger in. There’s this moment where my dick jerks, and I almost come from feeling how soft and warm she is, from wanting to be in there. I grit my teeth, then lean down and drag my tongue over her.

Her hips jerk, and she moans as she grips my hair with both hands.

“I like that sound,” I whisper over her swollen lips.

I remember what she likes…the way she used to jerk and squirm when I would point my tongue and drag the tip around her clit, lapping just a touch too gently all around her wetness but not pushing that button.

I start up the way I used to, and she’s hugging my head, thrusting, wrapping her long, hot, smooth legs around me. I can feel my balls throb, and my dick is dripping precum. I’m so fucking close.

I trace around her clit in little circles, my two fingers pumping slow and steady, filling her up, and her little sounds are making my whole body pulse. Then she lifts her hips and thrusts herself against me. It’s incredible the way my body starts to shake. I’m so done, I have to stop licking sometimes and pant against her.

Distantly, I hear her whisper, “Stay like that.” I watch, confused, as she slides out from under me. Her eyes are hooded, drunk on lust, her body shaking too as she moves like she’s getting in the sixty-nine position—but with me on top.

“No.” I scoop her up, still panting, hard as granite, nearly blind with want.

“I’ll lie down. I want you on my face.”

I do that and put her there myself, dragging her atop me, squeezing her hips as I rub her against my mouth. God in heaven, I’ve got Elise riding my face. She leans down toward my abs, but I put my hand over my dick.

“Rosa.” I trace her slit with my tongue, squeezing my dick because I can’t help it. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Are you kidding me? I want to.” I feel her hips shift. Her mouth comes around me fast and hot. She’s sucking before I can work a finger into her. My mouth’s open, and I’m moaning, trying to lick her clit, but…oh fuck, I’m gonna come.

I squeeze her ass.

“Oh God…”

She licks around my head, and I refuse to blow before she gets off. Focus on your tongue, Luca. I’ll get her there first. But she lifts her pussy off my face! She lifts her fucking pussy off my face and cups my balls—her hand is sort of holding them too tight—and then she swallows my cock like it’s her job.

It’s so good, so good, so fucking good. Her mouth so warm—Elise’s mouth. I come like a goddamn star exploding. My whole body goes off, so I’m fucking shivering when I realize I came and…oh my God, her body’s jerking like—did she come, too?

My finger buried in her cunt can feel it. I feel it. Her body on mine presses a little heavier; she’s breathing hard. And it’s just perfect. Goddamn. I squeeze her hips.

“La mia rosa. Questa è la cosa più bella…”

“No, la più bella è questa.” She wraps her hand loosely around my spent dick, and I shut my watery eyes.

Elise speaks Italian? And she said the most beautiful thing is my dick?

“This has gotta be a dream,” I whisper, feeling drunk.

Then she’s moving off me. She’s sitting on her haunches, peering down at me with no expression. She looks almost scared, and then her eyes are glistening.

I push up on my elbows, but she’s too fast. She’s off the bed, plucking her clothes up off the floor.

“Wait!”

She scoops her boots up and I lunge off the bed, catching her by the waist as she starts through the bedroom door. I’ve got an arm around her hips, so I can feel her body tremble. Then she bats at my arm, whirls around, and shoves me. For a second, I feel real shock, like a kick to the chest. Then she swings the door open and starts to sob.15EliseI got off feeling him throb against the inside of my cheeks—right at the moment his tongue stilled on my pussy and his body pebbled with chills. He came in my mouth, and I don’t think he even thought about it. He was lost in pleasure, out of his mind for quite some time before I made him come.

When I asked him to lie down beside me, I was feeling raw. A little crazy. Then, with him so close, I couldn’t resist the temptation. I didn’t think it would add up to much—maybe just some teasing on my end, a way to feel less hurt that he’d asked me to go. I had planned to get him hard and bolt. I almost did.