This isn’t my first fucking time. I need to calm down.

I’m on top of her then. My fingers skim over her cleft. She’s wet. She’s soaked with need, so I slide the tip of my cock along her seam until I’m there. I push in.

An uncontrolled hiss escapes me because she’s so fucking tight.

Her whimpers spur me on. I plunge deeper in a slow, steady move that sets her teeth into the skin of my shoulder.

“Arietta,” I whisper her name as I cling to her.

“More,” she answers with a lick of her tongue over my neck. “Please.”

I cry out in pleasure as I fuck her with a need I didn’t know existed. Each stroke into her is relentless, driven by something I’ve never felt before.

She comes quickly, unexpectedly, and with a moan that’s so deep that it fuels me more. I thrust through her orgasm, chasing her into another until I come with a heady call of her name that vibrates through every part of me.

Chapter 45

Arietta

I put on my glasses so I can stare at him.

His body is magnificent, but that’s not what I can’t take my eyes off as he rests. It’s his face. With his eyes closed and his breathing steady, he looks peaceful.

All of the intensity that’s usually there in his gaze and voice is silenced like this.

“You’re staring at me,” he says with his eyes still closed.

I pat his chest. “How can I not? You’re perfect.”

He trails one hand over his rock hard stomach. “I’m not perfect.”

“You’re close.”

His right eye pops open. “I’m far from it. You, on the other hand.”

“I’m as imperfect as a person can be.” I rest my head on his chest.

He shifts us until we’re on our sides facing each other. “That’s not how I see it.”

“How do you see it?”

He leans closer to press his lips to my forehead. “I see a young woman who has it all together, and she’s only twenty-two.”

That’s so far from reality that I almost let out a laugh. “What were you like when you were twenty-two?”

His eyes squint slightly. “Not like you.”

“That’s a non-answer,” I point out with a press of my lips to his mouth. “Tell me about twenty-two-year-old you.”

His hand cradles my chin. “He thought he knew everything, but he didn’t know a thing.”

“Your dad would call bullshit on that.”

He perks both brows. “Bullshit? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He told me you were driven and determined when you graduated college.” Dominick rolls onto his back, his hand raking his hair. “He did? He told you that?”

“Louis has told me a lot.”

That perks his brows. “Like what?”

I inch closer to him, running a finger down his bicep. “That you once tried singing lessons, but the teacher asked you to drop out.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Thanks a hell of a lot, dad, for keeping that secret.”

“He said he wrote a note to the teacher telling her that you’re the best singer he’s never heard.”

His hands jump to cover his eyes as he shakes his head. “That’s fucking hilarious. My father is brilliant.”

I crawl over him, pressing my breasts into his chest. “Just like his son is.”

He peeks at me from beneath his fingers. “Neither of us is as smart as you.”

“Compliments deserve to be rewarded.” I inch back slowly on his body, running my pussy over his stomach and groin.

He lets out a loan groan. “What’s my reward?”

I move again until I’m seated on his thighs. I take his cock into my hands, stroking it the way he showed me. “I want to taste you.”

His lips part. “Arietta.”

“Just please know that I’ve never wanted anyone like this.” I stare in wonder at the drop of pre-cum that’s beaded on the lush crown. “That I’ve never felt like this before.”

He edges up so his hand can capture my chin. “This is all new to me too.”

I sigh. “I know it’s not.”

His hand darts to the center of his chest. “It’s new. This feels new to me. All of it does.”

I close my eyes and soak in those words and the overwhelming need to pleasure this man.

I move back, lean down, and lower my lips over the head of his cock, scooping up the pre-cum on the tip of my tongue.

He jerks under me, his hand trailing over my hair. “Like that. Just like that.”

I take more of him, inch-by-inch, sucking, licking, moaning, and needing him to feel everything that I’ve felt under his touch.

Chapter 46

Dominick

I gather her clothing from the floor of my bedroom, taking a moment to hold her sweater close to my face to smell her perfume.

I would have gone for her panties, but her scent is still there lingering on my lips. I ate her to an orgasm hours after she swallowed my release.

I stared at her as she refused to stop when I told her I was about to come.

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