Thirst (The Calvettis of New York 1)

He stares into my eyes as his hands slide up to grab the waistband of my panties before he glides them down my legs.

They’re tossed aside when his index finger runs over the length of my cleft.

“In my bed.” His voice is dangerously low. “I need... I fucking need to taste your cunt.”

My knees wobble as he hauls me up to my feet. He wraps an arm around my waist before he hoists me into his arms.

I stare into the most intense eyes I’ve ever seen as he pads down the hallway taking me to an experience I know I’ll never forget.

***

My dress and bra are on the floor before he lowers me onto the bed.

A curtain covers the window, shielding our intimacy from anyone’s prying eyes. I wanted him in the other room, but the thought of anyone watching us was too much. I couldn’t do it. I can’t do it.

There’s just enough light filtering into the room that I can see all of him when he pushes his sweatpants and boxer briefs to the floor.

He’s large and toned everywhere.

A happy trail leads to a thick, heavy cock between his legs.

He runs his hand over the length of it. “Do you know how long I’ve thought about fucking you?”

“Do it,” I tempt him because my body is on fire. I need to come. I know that any touch from him will set me over the edge.

I don’t care if it’s his mouth, his fingers or that delicious cock that takes me there.

“No.” Settling between my thighs, he shakes his head. “I eat first.”

My back involuntarily arches when I feel the softest feather touch on my cleft. It’s his lips and then his tongue darts out to circle my clit.

I drop a hand to his hair, winding my fingers between the silky strands.

This has been the fuel for my masturbation fantasies for weeks. I’ve hidden under the covers in my bed and gotten off to the mental image of Rocco licking me.

His mouth teases me, drawing sounds from deep within me that I don’t recognize.

Each is met with a groan from him and a lash of his tongue against my throbbing clit.

I circle my hips, chasing the release I need so desperately.

My thighs tremble when I feel a finger slide into my channel. He moves it slowly, inching it back until another glides in with it.

I moan from the sensation of being taken like this. I’m so open and so vulnerable.

“So sweet,” he whispers against my inner thigh. “Your cunt is so fucking sweet.”

The words send me on a collision course with my need, and when his lips find my clit again and he sucks it between his teeth, I try to say his name, but the only thing that escapes me is a shuddering breath as I come hard against his mouth.

He licks me through my orgasm, his fingers gliding softly in and out, taking me from the high of one release, straight into the path of another.

“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He flicks his tongue over my sensitive clit. “I want that again.”

I hide my face behind my hands. “I can’t again.”

Before I can process what’s happening, I feel his lips on my cheek. “I wish you could see yourself.”

I move one hand and crack open an eye to look at him. His hair is mussed from my fingers, his lips covered in the sheen of my release.