Page 16 of The Al Dente Diet
My heels dig into Richard’s back, his face buried between my thighs like a man who truly did fly halfway around the world to eat his way through Italy.
Or at least an Italian.
“Cazzo! Che sì sente bene,” I groan as he expertly works to bring me back to the edge.
“I don’t know what that means.” He lifts his head as his words vibrate against my pussy.
“Don’t stop.” I grip his hair, dragging his lips and tongue back to me. “It feels so fucking good.”
Relishing in his praise, he goes back to work with a renewed vigor. Licking and sucking at my clit, his fingers tease around the entrance of my pussy. My hips rock against his face as I teeter at the edge of my orgasm. Richard plunges his fingers into me, violently curling them as he demandingly sucks atmy clit, forcing the orgasm from me. Screams billow from my lungs as my thighs tremble against the sides of his face.
He pulls his fingers from me, but continues to diligently lick over my sensitive clit. My fingers lace through his dark hair, trying to pull him from between my trembling thighs.
“Smettarla. It’s too much.”
“One more for me.” He firmly wraps his arms around my upper thighs and uses his muscular arms to hold me firmly against his face. I have no choice but to give him what he demands, as he sucks my clit while flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Writhing in his tight grip, his face being crushed by my thighs, I fall apart beneath him. I’m fucking spent, and he hasn’t even fucked me yet.
Lowering the zipper of his already unbuttoned pants, he pulls out his cock and settles his body between my thighs. He kisses along the side of my neck, leaving a trail of my arousal from his soaked beard. As his lips travel up my neck, his cock slides teasingly through my pussy and over my clit before he presses it into me. I groan in delight at how perfectly he fills me.
His hands roaming my body, he wraps my legs around his waist as he repeatedly drives the entirety of himself into me. This isn’t the fast, hard fuck that I’m used to from men—and I’m terrified of how much I’m enjoying it.Richard somehow toes the line between aggressive and tender as he sweetly fucks me, relishing in every inch of my body as he continues to thrust.
“Your pussy feels fucking amazing wrapped so tightly around my cock,” he groans between his increasingly punishing thrusts. “I want to feel you come with me buried deep inside you.”
Richard dips his head and places his mouth on the crook of my neck. He sucks at the tender flesh over my collar bone, and the tinge of pain is enough to do me in. My nails rake down his back as my pussy quivers around his throbbing cock. Quickly pulling himself from me, he fists over his length until a groan rattles from his lungs and warm cum splatters over my stomach.
“Sorry.” He tears off his shirt and quickly wipes the release from my skin. “I didn’t know where it was okay to come.”
As if driven by instinct, I begin to climb from the couch as Richard tucks himself back into his pants.
I’ve come. He’s come. It’s time to go.
Realizing that this is my house and I can’t actually leave, this strange feeling of panic begins to consume me.
What the fuck did I just do?
“We shouldn’t have done that,” I mumble while reaching for my dress, still trying to figure out where the fuck we go from here.
“Hey…” Richard’s tone is tender as he drags me back onto his lap. Pulling my face toward his, I’m immediately captivated by his eyes. Sliding my sweat-damped and tousled hair from my face, he holds my gaze as he softly says, “I’d happily get shot a thousand times if it meant I’d get to do that again.”
“You didn’t get shot.” I roll my eyes at him. “It was barely even a scratch.”
He pulls me tighter and places a soft kiss against my lips. Hovering against them, his lips vibrate against mine when he asks, “Do you have any idea how fucking amazing you are?”
Standing from the couch, he carries me down the hall to the bedroom. He throws back the blankets and slides the two of us onto the mattress before engulfing us with the covers. His large muscular arms wrap tighter around me and he pulls me into him, my small body nestling perfectly into his larger frame.
For every fiber of my being telling me to run, there is something about him that makes me want to break every rule I have. Laying in his embrace, I struggle against the heaviness of my eye lids. Against my better judgment, I settle closer to him and wait for sleep to come, as his warm breaths continue to blow over my shoulder.
This man is going to fucking ruin me.
RICHARD
For the second morning, I wake up before Cat. My mind reeling from everything that’s happened since I arrived in Verona. Her scent is now constantly on my skin, her taste never leaving my tongue. I know her being with me is fake, that any day now the ruse will be up.
I don’t want it to be.
Pulling her closer to me, I allow myself to savor the feeling of her in my arms. Cat stirs and pushes my hand lower until I’m cupping her pussy. I kiss her bare shoulder, chuckling against her. “Good morning.”
She doesn’t reply as she turns in my arms. “You know what would make it a better morning?”