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I quested deeper, finding the delicious nectar inside, gathering it on my tongue. She was sweet and tangy, with a hint of exotic spiciness that swirled around my head, more intoxicating that any liquor I'd ever had. I gathered her juices, drinking and sucking on her lips as she began to ride my tongue, her hips jerking as I found the tiny button of her clit and licked around it. She gasped, sucking all of my cock into her mouth and increasing her pace as I nibbled and licked around her clit faster and faster. I was about to come, and I didn't care as long as she bathed my face in her essence.

Suddenly, Luisa couldn't take any more and sat up, grinding her * into my face as she cried out, her voice full of desperate need. "Oh . . . that's it. Oh Dios Mio, that's so good."

Her cries devolved into guttural, staccato Portuguese as I licked as quickly as I could on her button until she totally covered my face in her hips. In the darkness, I could only go by touch, muffled sound, and most of all, the taste and smell of her on top of me. It was blind ecstasy, and I loved every shudder as I flicked my tongue over her clit, faster and faster, hoping to show her how much she meant to me, even if I only had this one chance. Luisa shuddered, and suddenly, her legs clamped around my ears, cutting off almost all sound as she cried out, her fingernails raking over my chest and stomach as she came. Quivering, she stayed on top of me for long seconds before sliding off and wiggling her way next to me.

She smiled and reached down, taking my cock in her hand again. Quickly climbing on top of me, she carefully positioned herself over my cock, holding me at her entrance. "I need you."

She sank down, my cock disappearing inside her and swallowing me with heavenly pleasure. Her eyes widened and she whispered in Portuguese again, her hips riding me even before I was all the way inside her. Leaning forward, her lips sought out mine as she shifted back and forth, slipping me in and out of her. I brought my hand up to find her nipple as we kissed, my cock sliding in and out, both of us gasping.

I don't know how long she rode me, as too quickly, my mind failed me. The world turned into snapshots and sensations. Her lips on mine, the feeling of her heartbeat thundering in her chest and through her breast that was squashed in my fingers, the arc of her hair as she threw her head back, both of us giving over to the torrent of passion rising within us.

Too soon, my cock was swelling, my orgasm trembling within me. I reached up, cupping both of her breasts as she plunged up and down on me, her eyes slitted in a haze of pleasure and joy. "Luisa . . . I'm going to come."

“Yes, yes, yes . . .” she whispered, squeezing with her * even more in rapid, pulsating clenches that rippled through both of us. I felt myself break over, and I thrust up as best I could with my one leg as I felt an explosion rip through me. Luisa's eyes flew open and she cried out again, her voice hoarse as she came as well, her eyes finding mine and our hearts meeting in a way that I'd never felt before. We stayed there, frozen in time for what felt like an eternity, until our climaxes passed and she collapsed into my chest. We were both sweaty and panting, smiling stupidly at each other.

We held each other in the soft light of her room, and Luisa laid her head on my chest. "My angel,” I whispered.





Chapter 16





Luisa





I expected the next day to wake up alone, like I had the morning after the first time Tomasso and I had sex. Instead, I woke up at about noon, after the two of us had made love twice more, warm and content in his arms. “Good morning."

"Good afternoon," Tomasso chuckled, looking at the clock next to my bed. "Even for a night shift Mafia man, that's pushing it. I keep this up, and they're going to think I'm Batman."

"After last night, more like the Man of Steel," I joked, wiggling my hips against his cock. "How'd you pull that off three times?"

“I had a lot built up, it seems."

I laughed and sighed. "Can't we just stay in bed all day?"

He shook his head regretfully and kissed the nape of my neck, earning a soft sigh from me. "As tempting as that is, no. I have to talk with my father and make sure things are clear with Pietro after last night, and besides, this bed is a little small. How about we try my bed tonight?”

“I don’t know. I think I like being snuggled up against you.”

He kissed the back of my neck again, then gave me a squeeze. "Come on. Let's get some food. Can you help me with my brace?"

I rolled out of bed and swung my feet to the floor. I found Tomasso's leg brace, underwear and track pants and handed them to him, watching in slight regret as he put them on. "I was hoping to do that."

"Well, tonight in my room, you can take them off me. How’s that?”

I grinned and walked over to my temporary chest of drawers and took out my sexiest set of lingerie that I’d brought with me. With a bit of show, I put them on for him, watching as he swallowed lightly and a bulge began to form in his pants again. Groaning, he sat up, grabbing his brace and tearing his eyes off me. "You're a witch, that's all there is to it," he grumbled. "I can't take my eyes off you without doing something painful."

"It's magic, for sure. But I'd say the enchantment is mutual," I replied as Tomasso tightened the straps. "Because you have put thoughts in my head that I've never had before."