Fuck, it feels so good.
“You won’t. We can take it slow.” Her hand slips inside the front of my pants, and she sucks in a breath. “You’re rock hard.”
The sensation of her fingers wrapped around my cock makes my thoughts scramble. I turn my head to press my lips to her throat, desperate to taste any part of her. “If you keep touching me like that, I’m not going to be able to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” She climbs onto my lap, giving me access to all that smooth, supple flesh. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Fuck, baby.” I fill my palms with her ass and pull her closer so that her pussy presses down against my cock. “You know I’m not going to say no to that.”
I flip us over, carefully placing her on her back, and hook my fingers around the straps of her underwear. The fabric slides down her creamy thighs, leaving goosebumps behind.
She sucks in a breath when I spread her knees apart to take a look at my favorite view.
Her wet, pink pussy is as perfect as the rest of her.
I slide my hands down her inner thighs, which makes her shiver in the most satisfying way, and then I drag my thumbs over the outer edges of her cunt.
She lets out a helpless little moan.
I press my face into her pussy and slide my tongue into the place where she’s wettest. She clutches my hair. “Oh God.”
She’s so damn sweet. I could live off this. Feeling her shudder and moan from how I’m eating her out is a privilege. A profound pleasure. But I want to taste all of her, so I grab her ass, raise it off the bed, and go lower.
She startles. “Ras.”
When she tries to pull away, I tighten my hold on her hips, and glance up. She’s breathing hard, her cheeks redder than normal. “What are you…”
“Living out the fantasy that’s been playing in my head on repeat while I was watching you sleep.”
“You want to…” She swallows.
“Do I want to eat your tight little ass?” I grin. “Yeah. One day, I’ll enjoy fucking it too.”
Her gaze turns hazy with arousal. “I knew it. I knew you’d be like this in bed.”
“Like what?”
“Wild. Ravenous. Overwhelming in the best way possible.”
“Don’t get overwhelmed too quickly, Peaches.” I bring my lips back to her pussy. “We’ve got all night.”
Gemma’s shyness appears to be momentary, because it doesn’t take her long to start grinding against me while my tongue takes turns between fucking her two holes. I can feel her orgasm building from the way she starts to tense up, her back arching against the bed. She gasps when I take a hard suck of her clit and comes apart, my name on her lips.
I shuck off my jeans and take out a condom, admiring my handiwork. Gemma’s chest is rising and falling with heavy breaths, her full breasts on display. I roll the condom on and drape myself over her once again, my mouth latching onto one hard nipple before moving to the next.
“Are you going to take it like a good girl?”
She licks her lips. Nods. Gasps as I push inside her.
Her eyes squeeze shut. “God, you make me feel so full.”
I let my forehead fall against the crook of her neck, rendered mute by the sensation of being inside of her.
This is not normal.
This is not how sex is supposed to feel.
It’s supposed to feel good. It’s not supposed to feel like entering fucking heaven.
A tremor rolls down my spine. Her nails drag down my biceps, and I make a shallow thrust.
Fuck.
The sheer restraint needed not to immediately come makes sweat roll down my back. I suck on her neck, kiss along her jaw, claim her lips in a searing kiss.
When I manage to gather myself, I sit up and throw her legs over my shoulders.
The view is unbelievable.
Her swollen pussy swallows every inch of me, and I’m fucking mesmerized.
Utterly obsessed.
“This is mine,” I growl, my pace picking up. “All fucking mine.”
She whimpers.
I squeeze her thigh. “Say it.”
“It’s yours,” she gasps.
When I alter the angle, I get treated to seeing her eyes roll to the back of her head. “Oh God. Ras, I’m going to come again.”
“Good. Come all over my cock, Peaches. Let me see it.”
She fists the sheets, and her small body trembles all over. I reach over to tweak her left nipple. Her face twists into a perfect mask of agony and ecstasy before she makes a sob and squeezes around my cock. Hard.
“That’s it,” I say through my teeth, feeling her contract around me again and again.
My own release comes like a faraway roar, rising and rising until it’s all I can hear. My balls tighten. The pleasure is so intense, I’m gasping for breath.
She reaches for me, taking my hand and holding it tightly, as if she knows she’s the only thing anchoring me in place.
Our eyes meet, and I see the universe inside of hers.
Outside, the wind stirs and makes the olive trees sway. The leaves rustle, their whispers streaming through the open window.
You love her, they say.
CHAPTER 30
GEMMA
Our first few days in Heraklion are a kaleidoscope of sunshine, lazy hours by the pool, slow dinners on the patio, and Ras’s skin against mine.
We have sex on every surface imaginable. Each time, I think it can’t get any better than this, only for him to prove me wrong.
He soaks me up. Learns every minute reaction of my body when he touches me just so. Becomes a master at making me see stars.
And I consume him in equal amounts.
He fascinates me, and that fascination grows with every hour we spend together.
His body is a work of art that I spend countless hours studying. My fingertips trace over every ridge and valley of his muscles. My throat becomes very familiar with his thick cock.
He tells me about his tattoos. Shares the story behind every scar.
A lot are from Nunzio.
My blood runs cold every time I think of that man.
I think he’s the first person I genuinely want dead.
We talk about everything. Ras tells me about his parents, and how they spent his teenage years trying to make him into someone he’s not. I think he’s brave for never caving to that pressure, but he tells me it wasn’t so much bravery as stubbornness.
One evening, he makes me a meal that makes my mouth water. Pasta carbonara, braised artichokes with tomato and mint, and a rich tiramisu for dessert.
He laughs when he sees the size of my portion. “Peaches, we’ve barely eaten all day. Tell me you’re having more than that.”
An uncomfortable feeling spreads through my chest. I put more food on my plate, but he notices something off in my expression.
“What’s wrong? You don’t like it?”
“Are you kidding? This looks amazing.”
“What is it then?”
I lick the sauce off my bottom lip. “I would never be allowed to eat more than a tiny bit of this back home.”
“What do you mean?”
“Mamma has this thing with food. She’s always been concerned about my weight. I was a little chubby in my early teens, and it drove her crazy. She wanted me to be thin.”
He leans back in his chair, his eyes narrowed. “She controlled your eating a lot?”