My eyes were trained to her lips, watching the way she slid her tongue over them, making me ache to kiss her.
If I wasn’t convinced she’d punch me in the face I would steal a kiss.
She was thinking, figuring out what to say to me and as long as I was pressed against her, breathing in the taste of her skin I’d give her all the time in the world.
“She’s not coming to our wedding. I don’t care who she is, Dante, she is not coming.” The jealous demand came out rushed. As if I would deny her this.
My lips twitched in a smile as I cupped the side of her head, leaning in closer to Ilaria as I went.
God I had missed her.
The way she tried to give me an angry pout just made her that much more attractive. But she didn’t pull away. I don’t think Ilaria even realized how she turned her head just enough to cuddle into my hand like the little kitten she was.
“She’s not going to our wedding, principessa. I’ll call my mother about it as soon as we’re back in the house. I’m sorry I upset you. Are you still mad or can I kiss you now?” I dared to ask her.
Part of me was afraid she would say no and I’d have to steal the kiss from her.
Her cheeks turned pink before she nodded, bending her head back as if to give me permission to kiss her. As if I wasn’t just thinking about how I was going to just take her.
My hand slid deeper into her curls, the soft cry from being too rough making Ilaria’s lips part right before I pressed my lips to hers.
So this was heaven.
The way her champagne bubbles mixed with the salt of the ocean I was getting salty and sweet.
I was being rougher with her, realizing I was losing my control and going half crazy as her naked body moved against mine. One of Ilaria’s thighs wrapped around me as she slid her arms around my neck, her breasts against my bare chest as she made a soft panting whine sound, my tongue moved to silence.
Slipping inside her mouth with my tongue, my cock stiff in the thin material of my swimsuit rocking against her as the vibrations of her moan slid over my mouth, being swallowed and making my body tremble with need for her.
This was it.
My weakness.
My addiction.
My Ilaria.
Pushing up on my knees, Ilaria follows me as she fists my hair, forcing me to stand up with her naked body wrapped around me.
“Ilaria.”
I say her name like a prayer, hoping she has the strength to stop us from going too far but her eyes are lit up like a Christmas tree, all lust and need there.
For me.
It was up to me to be the one in the situation to stop us from pushing it but Ilaria undoes the few buttons left on the short sleeve button down I was wearing. Her fingers slipped over my shoulders, pushing down my biceps. Her eyes are taking me in, letting her fingers trace over my tattoos as she catches her lip between her teeth.
She can do whatever she wants to me.
“I’m sorry I overreacted about it, Dante. Are you mad?” Her voice is soft, almost unsure as she asks me the questions.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
The way her blue eyes look up at me, the way she thinks she needs to apologize to me when it was me being a dick.
My sweet Ilaria.
“Don’t ever apologize to me, principessa. It was my fault.” I’m kissing the corner of her lips as my hands slide down, cupping her ass as I stand up.
I wonder if I was ever mad. If I was the anger has vanished. Not even a memory now.
“Just tell me where you go, baby. Don’t leave me wondering if you’re okay.” Her hands reach out pulling my face from her throat as she looks at me with those eyes that could start wars.
Her lips pin mine to hers as I step into the ocean, wishing the water would hide her naked body and my erection she’s writhing against.
Such a desperate, needy princess. And that’s all for me.
The way her hips push up and down as she uses the ridge of my cock like a pleasure toy. The wetness of her pussy, soaking the fabric as she makes sounds that are driving me crazy.
“Ilaria.”
It’s a warning. She knows what she’s doing even if she doesn’t know all the details of it. Her lips pull away from mine, swollen and kissed thoroughly.
She’s a fantasy with hooded, lusty eyes and those lips begging to have my cock between them. I think of her on her knees, licking my tip eyes begging for more.
Ilaria pulls me from my fantasy to her own.
“I wish you could fuck me in the sand right now. I never knew what it meant to be empty but that’s how I feel right now. Like you’re missing, right here.” She rolls her hips against my erection as she says this, trying to show me where she wants me.
