“You just said it.” She plants a wet kiss on my jaw.
I cup the back of her head to tug her closer to me. “You’re not shy about sex. I fucking love that.”
“I fucking love sex.” She enunciates each word with a tap of her fingers on my chest. “It’s better than good food.”
I would have disagreed before we met, but now I can’t. Sex with her is on another level. It’s not just about the physical release. With Bella, it’s tied to my emotions.
Pulling away from her, I reach behind me for the condom package I tossed on the bed before I ate her out.
“Can I do it?” Her fingertips feather over my arm. “I’ve never done that.”
I’m all for giving her every new experience she desires, even if it’s rolling a condom onto my hard cock.
I hand it to her. “Be gentle.”
A smile lights up her face. “I’m always gentle.”
She is. Taking her time, she opens the package carefully before she sheathes me. “Is that good?”
“Perfect.” I roll onto my back and tug her on top of me. “Like this. Ride me.”
“Yes,” she purrs, placing her hands in the center of my chest for leverage.
She crawls onto my body, straddling my stomach. The slickness of her pussy sets my hands on her waist.
“Slide back.” I push her back. “I need to be inside of you.”
Circling her hand around the base of my dick, she lowers herself slowly over the swollen head. I clench my teeth when her wet heat clasps around me, and when she takes all of me, I throw my head back on the bed.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants with each slide of her body over mine.
I take control, gripping her hips to set the rhythm as I spear up into her over and over until I feel her clench around me before I come with an intensity that tears right through me.
***
I stand in the hallway and listen to Bella on the phone. I don’t know a word of Italian, but I’ve got enough of a grasp of English to piece together what she’s saying.
She was up and out of bed when her phone rang for the third time.
That was after we’d fucked twice. Dusk has settled over Manhattan now, so I thought I’d figure out what to feed my beautiful executive assistant. I think she’s got that covered.
She’s talking to her grandmother. I’ve heard her mention bruschetta and manicotti. I’m hopeful that we’ll be dining on both within the hour.
“I’ll be there, grandma.” She sighs. “I’ll come early to help with the food.”
I walk into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, listening intently to her side of the conversation.
“Mom and dad are coming.” She glances over her shoulder when she hears me open the cupboard door. “Gina has a work thing tomorrow, but Max will be there. He’ll want to come early too so he can help clean the squid for the calamari. You know it’s his favorite job in the kitchen.”
She laughs in response to whatever her grandma says. A flurry of Italian words follow before she takes a breath.
“Tell Alfie I’ll meet him in the lobby in thirty minutes,” she says before pausing for a beat. “I love you too. See you tomorrow.”
Ending the call, she drops her phone on the couch. “I’ll need to get dressed before the food comes.”
Approaching with the glass of water in my hand for, I nod. “I don’t want Alfie seeing you in just your panties and bra.”
Glancing down at her body, she laughs. “If I went anywhere looking like this, my grandma would lock me away for eternity.”