Page 15 of Talk Vino To Me
I thought I’d been kissed before, but this ... this is everything. His mouth moves over mine, seeking, tasting, devouring me in a way I never knew was possible. I moan into his kiss, needing more of him, of this heady, unreasonable, outrageous deliciousness that sets my blood on fire.
Ian’s hands are everywhere all at once. Touching breasts, my hips, my ass. He rubs and strokes, lighting up every part of me. But he doesn’t touch me where I need him most.
“Ian. Please,” I beg, nails digging into his biceps. Not entirely sure what I’m begging for. But he knows.
“Shh,” he whispers against my lips. “I’ve got you.” And he does, because those strong, sure fingers slip inside my shorts and underthings, until he finds the core of me and plunges inside. His thumb works my clit, gently teasing strokes that contrast with the steady thrust of his fingers in my desperate, aching pussy.
“Yes,” I groan, over and over. “Yes.”
My cries make him thrust harder and harder, urge him to work my clit faster and faster, spreading the wet slickness over and over that sensitive spot until I fly over the edge, calling out his name as my body quakes.
Ian
Daisy trembling in my arms post orgasm is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Her hazel eyes are soft and unfocused, and her body is more relaxed than she’s ever been around me. This is the real her, I realize. The gentle, girlish side that she hides beneath the tough professional face.
I want to see more of this. More of her. But I don’t want to rush her into something she’s going to regret. This is probably too much as it is. I’d bet anything she’ll want to go back to her room and overthink this.
Which is why I’m surprised as fuck when she tips herself out of the chair and lands on top of me, kissing me like her life depends on it.
We kiss for what feels like an eternity, our mouths fused together as if we were each other’s oxygen. At first, each kiss is slow and soft. Every press of our lips a bare glance, a tender graze of each other’s skin. But the longer we kiss, the more it turns fierce and passionate, our teeth clashing, our urgency to be inside each other making us crazy desperate.
I could kiss this woman for the rest of my life and never, ever come up for air.
My cock is steel hard, and I try to discreetly adjust myself. I don’t want to assume she’s looking for more. But when Daisy notices, she gets this wicked smile on her face.
“Please,” she says against my lips, and I damn near come from the thrill of hearing that word from her mouth again. “Please tell me you have a condom.”
In two seconds I’ve whipped one out, grinning like I’ve just pulled of the most complicated magic trick in history.
Her eyes light up, and her voice turns dark. “I love a man who’s prepared for anything.”
She reaches for my belt. I shock myself when I stop her, grabbing her hand. But this girl... She’s different. This thing between us feels different, and she needs to know my secret before we go any further.
“I, um. I need to tell you something.” I lean in, pressing a kiss to that racing pulse just above her collarbone, tasting the salt and sweetness of her skin. She makes a noise that immediately causes my cock to jump. I stay there for a while, trailing little kisses up and down the column of her neck.
Daisy leans into the kisses for a minute, but then pulls back with a laugh. “You have to choose. Either talk to me or do that, because I can only focus on one or the other.”
With an effort, I withdraw my lips from her addictive skin. It’s not easy, but she’s right. I should use my words, not my body. At least for now.
“What is it?” A tiny, nervous smile shapes her mouth. “Do you not want to...?”
“No, no, no,” I rush to reassure her. “I want. You have no idea how much I want. The problem is, well, it’s not a problem, really, it’s just that — it’s been a while.”
“A while for what?” She tucks a curl back into place. Fuck, she’s beautiful. Heroically, I resist the urge to play with her hair.
“A while since I, you know. Did this.”
I stare at a spot on her collar, not meeting her eyes, willing the heat on the back of my neck to subside. But the silence is so thick and deep I’m not sure that she heard me. When I finally look up, Daisy’s staring at me like I just announced I have a second cock hiding down there.
“Ian, are you saying you’ve been celibate?” Her voice squeaks on the last word, like she cannot believe that my name and that idea have ever been in the same sentence.
“Yeah.”
“For how long?”
“A couple of years. Three.” I sigh. “Okay, five.”
“But how? You’re you.” Incredulity is plain on her face. “I mean, look at you.”