Reanna laughed as she wiggled her hips atop his hardening member. “I figured you would.”
When he sat up, she only had time to pull his shirt over his head quickly before his lips were against hers.
Tossing the shirt over her head, Reanna moaned, throwing her arms around his neck and holding on as he lifted her from the bed, then laid her gently on her back, lifting himself up to hover over her.
“Mmm,” she moaned. “Lucky me. I found a boyfriend that doesn’t grunt in pain every time he lifts me up.”
Kyle laughed. “Shut up, Reanna.”
She shook her head, smiling slyly as she ran her hands up and down his muscled arms slowly. “I’m going to have so much fun with these.”
Much to her satisfaction, Kyle flexed the muscles in his arms, chuckling when her eyes widened at the sight and she gasped.
Sigh. Oh how blessed she was.
Reaching up, Reanna pulled him down to her and slammed her mouth against his. Attraction was one thing, but Kyle Valente drove her wild. She didn’t even know something like that was possible until she met him. Everything he did to her—from his touch to his kiss—had her sighing, or moaning, or crying out for more. She just couldn’t control herself with him, and God, did she love it.
They didn’t move too quickly in removing their clothes. They were both eager, but more so into savoring the moment, making it last. Kyle removed every piece of clothing she had on, one by one, each time placing a kiss on the area he disrobed. He’d started with her boots, making a show of tossing them behind him, then her socks, placing a soft kiss on the arch of both feet, and Reanna silently thanked God that she had just gotten a pedicure only a couple days before …
Pedicure, legs waxed, bikini line, and the hair between her legs trimmed to perfection. Everything was maintenanced, and she praised the heavens that Kyle had caught her just in time … because only a week before, her everything had been freaking ridiculous.
But that was neither here nor there.
Back to Kyle …
After unbuttoning her jeans, he gripped each side, prompting her to lift her hips, which she did without hesitation of course. Once he removed her jeans, he placed the sweetest, gentlest kiss on both of her ankles, then her calves, and each sent the warmest sensation rippling through her body.
God she loved him …
She knew he would never describe himself as a sweet man, but Reanna had always thought he was, ever since the day she formally met him. Ever since the day she looked into his eyes while holding her sweet Sofia, and he offered her the seat next to him, Reanna had known there was something wonderful about him. And she still felt the same, even two years later. She still felt the butterflies in her stomach every time he touched her, every time he even came near her, and she knew that as long as she lived that feeling would never go away, it’d never fade …
Sitting up, Reanna bent her knees at his sides as she reached forward to unbuckle the belt of his pants. Kyle leaned down toward her, his hand slipping behind her back, and he released the clasps of her bra, right before capturing her lips with his. Reanna inhaled a deep breath, even as her mouth began to move against his. Her heart sped up in her chest and the temperature around them shot through the roof. Never had a kiss felt so good, so incredible. She’d never understand the effect he had on her. With each kiss he left her feeling intoxicated, almost as if she had no control over her own faculties.
After releasing his zipper, Reanna discarded her bra, then threw her arms around his neck. Kyle gripped her leg, lifting her up his body right before he lowered them back down on the bed. Reanna moaned against his mouth, pressing herself against him. She was trying with all of her freaking might to push his pants down his body so that she could feel him, so that he could make love to her, but her damn arms were too short. Seeming amused by her attempt, Kyle chuckled, even as his hand moved up her body to cup one of her insanely sensitive breasts.
She broke away from his mouth with a cry, feeling a scorching, torturous, intense heat making a slow course through her system. Jesus Christ … He kneaded her supple flesh while he kissed a path down her body, moving slowly to her neck, then her collarbone, continuing his torture until he reached her aching, hard nipples …
“Kyle!” she cried out, gasping in a deep breath.
It was overwhelming, the sensation, and she felt it everywhere. Kyle Valente was the only man she’d ever been with that cracked the freaking code of her body, and each and every time he had her screaming, begging him for release. He paid close attention to each of her breasts, never leaving the other abandoned, sucking, kneading, delivering the most amazing light pinches and nips that were driving her wild, then he turned it up a notch by slipping his hands between her legs, moving her panties aside, and slowly pushing two fingers inside of her.
It felt like fireworks erupting inside of her body. The orgasm hit her, so abruptly, so hard, Reanna was pretty sure she’d never screamed that loud. Kyle never ceased the rhythmic movement of his fingers either. It was as if he wanted to keep her at the state she was in, even though she was breathless, even though her body was still screaming. He worked her with his fingers as he came up from her breasts, and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
Reanna could barely register what was happening. She writhed around beneath him, involuntarily pumping her hips against his hand as she brought her own hand to his side again, trying her best to push down his pants. He moved back from her, making the task impossible when he stepped off the edge of the bed, and lowered himself to the floor. She had barely been able to prepare herself before he removed his fingers, swiftly discarded her panties, and his tongue parted the slick lips of her sex …
To say that Reanna lost it would have been an understatement. Her entire world erupted, over and over again, in a matter of five minutes—which was her estimate of how long Kyle was down there. Five freaking minutes. And he’d nearly killed her. At least that was what she remembered screaming.
‘Please, oh God, you’re killing me, Kyle. Please!’, which roughly translated to ‘Don’t stop, don’t stop. Oh yes! Right there! Please, never stop!’.
He gripped her behind as his tongue continued its expert assault, and Reanna slipped into a state of bliss; pure, unadulterated ecstasy. She screamed, shooting up to a near sitting position and grabbing on to a handful of his hair. Her hips pumped wildly against his face as he pressed closer to her, his tongue gliding right over her sensitive clit, effectively sending her drifting into another world!
She fell back on the bed, arms falling above her head, back arching, and fists clenching on to the comforter for dear life while she screamed her pleasure completely uninhibited. Her eyes peeked open and she caught a glimpse of herself, of Kyle between her legs in the large mirror above her head. And she lost it. She came. Too hard for it to be healthy.
She’d never watched herself come before, never seen the look on her own face, the tensing of her own body; it did something so incredibly amazing to her. Tears streamed from her eyes as she cried out Kyle’s name over and over until her body calmed, until she could feel her heart slow down from its pounding, and nothing but the sound of her heavy breaths filled the massive bedroom.
Holy shit.
That was the only way to describe it.
Holy shit. She was speechless.
When Kyle backed away from her, and stood to his feet, unbuckling his belt the rest of the way, Reanna put her hand between her legs, cupping her sex as she fought to catch her breath. The first thing she noticed was how wet she was.
Oh my …
She moaned, bringing her legs up to her chest and pressing her thighs together tightly. The room was spinning. It was that intoxication again—the one that only Kyle made her feel. It was taking over her body, sending her into a state of abandon, the pleasurable abyss she’d been in when he’d first made love to her the night before.
Faintly, she heard him whispering soft words in Italian, right before she felt his hands moving slowly
up her legs.
Reanna bit down on her bottom lip.
This was the moment she’d been waiting for. The moment when she could feel him inside of her, the moment when their bodies would be connected again, the moment when they were one. Opening her eyes, she locked them with his, immediately becoming entrapped by the intensity of his stare.
She could see so much in them; emotion, hunger … love. Such a fierce, powerful, overwhelming amount of love. A love that she herself had never experienced before.
And she felt it for him, too.
A love, a passion that surpassed her understanding, which transcended anything she’d ever felt before …
Parting her legs, Reanna sighed at the sight of his gorgeous, strong body as he came forward, settling comfortably between her thighs. Once he was settled, Reanna took a moment to explore his body, running her fingertips along every beautiful part of his skin, both scarred and naked. She ran her fingers over his back, shoulders, down his chest, and across his abdomen. Kissed the scars on his collarbone, his shoulders, the long one right in the middle of his chest, then she arched up a bit more, slipped her fingers into his hair, and kissed the sensitive area on his neck.
He moaned.
There were no words to describe how much Reanna loved that. His moans were husky, yet smooth, seductive and uncontrolled. Reanna thought to kiss him deeper, harder, just so she could hear it again, but her thoughts of doing so pretty much vanished when she felt Kyle slowly begin to push inside of her.
Her breath caught, her eyes crossed, and her head fell back on the bed.
Holy shit …
“Kyle,” she gasped, gripping on to his shoulders.
She couldn’t breathe. She really couldn’t. She couldn’t do … anything, her body was paralyzed. Her eyes locked to his face, even as her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.
He moaned again, this time as he entered her completely. “Sei così stretto … così bagnato, colomba. Cazzo ci si sente così bene.”
Reanna shook her head, her arms wrapping around his neck. “I … I don’t know what you said,” she cried desperately. “But please, say it again.”
She loved when he spoke Italian while he made love to her. It was like he was lost to the English language, like he couldn’t control himself; it was so sexy.
He thrust into her, first moving slowly, then he gradually sped up his pace.
Reanna was speechless.
“Oh God …” Okay, almost speechless. “Oh Kyle, yes!” Well, maybe not that speechless. “Don’t … stop … Don’t … please!”
Okay, she wasn’t exactly speechless at all, she was just kind of … out of it, crying out random shit because she was near the point of devastation. But in her defense, Kyle wasn’t quiet either.
He was actually saying a lot … he just wasn’t saying it in English.
Reanna was beginning to think he’d forgotten how to speak it.
Abruptly he turned their bodies until she was positioned on top of him, and Reanna thanked the holy heavens. Yes! She hadn’t thought it could feel any better than it already did, that he could go any deeper than he already was, but dear Lord, he did. It felt like the most pleasurable jolts of electricity were shooting off deep inside of her, even as her muscles deep in her belly began to clench while the sensations seemed to build in preparation for a powerful explosion.
Kyle gripped on to her hips tightly and she pressed her hand to his abdomen, staring down at the look of intense pleasure masking his face as he rocked her back and forth on top of him. It was incredibly hot, seeing him become so lost. Reanna felt her own pleasure intensify just from the sight of it. She kept with the motion because she knew it pleased him. She was no longer concerned with her own pleasure, only his.
Moving her hand from his abdomen, Reanna brought them up to move his hands from her hips, taking control of her movement as she brought one of his hands to her waist, and the other to cover one of her breasts. Leaning forward, she balanced herself while she sped up her movement, often slowing to give a slight rotation of her hips, just because she could tell he loved it when she did it.
She could see it, the exact moment when he neared the edge. The exact moment when he lost control, when he didn’t want her to stop, and she didn’t. She watched, mesmerized by his perfection, by the way his face tinted red, and the muscles in his arms tensed as his grip on her breast and at her waist became painfully tight. With a grunt he shot up to sitting position and held on to her tightly, one of his hands moving to grip her ass and the other moving up to grab a handful of her hair.
Reanna held tightly to him, wrapping her arms over his shoulder as their eyes locked, and she pressed her forehead to his. Their bodies moved together so … incredibly, so flawlessly, Reanna swore she’d never felt anything like it. It was as if the orgasm started in her curling toes, and erupted through her body at a tortuously slow pace. Over and over again her breath caught as her body rocked with the most devastatingly amazing orgasm she’d ever had in her life. Seriously! It was one for the record books, one with which all others would be compared, and it never ended. It just kept going, intensifying with every wild, upward thrust Kyle delivered. And when he came, when she felt his essence explode on the inside of her, she lost it.
“Kyle!”
With a loud cry of his name her head fell back as a final orgasm shook her entire body. She hadn’t thought it would happen again, so she hadn’t been expecting it. Kyle’s arms wrapped tightly around her, riding out his own release, then once their bodies calmed, once they came back to earth she smiled … just smiled, releasing a sigh when she felt his lips press against her chin, then her cheek when she brought her face back to his, then ultimately, her lips, where he kissed her until she was sure she’d pass out from her lack of breath.
His tongue caressed every area of her mouth as he devoured her until she swore she could taste herself, she swore she could taste him. The mix was so addictive, so tantalizing it had her moaning at the pleasure of it, whimpering with need, and desperate for more of him …
“Sei così sorprendente, colomba. Così bella,” he said, his deep, husky voice rumbling against her lips.
Reanna giggled softly, then indulged in one last kiss to his lips before she rested her sweat slicked forehead to his. She licked her lips, closing her eyes, and taking one last second to revel in the taste of him. “I don’t know what you’re saying, Kyle.” She opened her eyes. But even when they weren’t lost in the throes of passion, it still made her body shiver when he spoke Italian. “Are you going to speak English anymore tonight?”
If he decided he didn’t want to, she for damn sure wouldn’t argue with him.
He smiled back, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, then to the dimple on her cheek. “You’re speaking to a man that grew up in a home where we spoke nothing but Italian.” He chuckled softly. “Speaking English is something I have to think about doing, and when I’m making love to you, colomba,” he brought a hand up to caress her cheek, “you are all I’m thinking about. I’m barely aware of the words I speak, much less what language I speak them in …”
Biting her bottom lip shyly, Reanna gave a slight shrug of her shoulder. “Well when you say it like that ... I definitely don’t need to know what you’re saying.” Her arms tightened around his neck. “You just keep on thinking about only me.”
Kyle laughed softly. “Lei è molto divertente, mia colomba. Molto sexy.”
Moaning, Reanna wiggled her brows in mock suggestion, making him laugh again.
“Do you not wish for me to translate?” he asked, amused by her behavior.
Reanna shook her head. “No need,” she shrugged, “I saw the words in your eyes.”
“In my eyes, huh?”
She nodded her head. “They said it all, Valente.”
“And what did they say?”
“That you,” she put a little extra emphasis on the word you, “can’t get enough of my irresistibly sexy thickness. And that you love me.”
Kyle gasped, his eyes widening in mock astonishment. “How did you know?” He frowned. “Are you sure you don’t speak Italian?”
She shook her head. “Not a lick.”
He laughed just as she gave him a wink and her slyest crooked smile.
“But I do know the effect my irresistibly sexy thickness has on men; I can’t expect you to be immune to my charms.”
Pulling himself together quickly, Kyle snapped back, feigning offense, “Your charms? Woman …”
A surprise squeal escaped her lips when Kyle’s palms slammed down on her ass with a slap, then he squeezed both cheeks.
“These are my charms.”
“Kyle!” she laughed hysterically at his silliness.
“I don’t want to hear how my woman’s ‘irresistibly sexy thickness’ effects other men. No one should be looking but me.”
She rolled her eyes. “I can’t control another human being’s eyes, Kyle— Ah!”
She screamed when he flipped her back on to the bed, lying her on her back, and he rested between her legs.
“Well you better figure it out, woman,” he continued to tease. “I’ll buy you some loose clothes, maybe a few big coats to keep everything nice and covered.” Lifting her leg up his side, he pulled his hand back, then gave her ass another hard slap. “No more of those tight jeans hugging this sexy ass of yours, either.”
“You’re insane!” she yelled through her laughter. “Get off of me, you savage.”
Playfully, she fought against him, but was bested when he caught her arms, and then pinned them over her head.
“Kyle!” she squealed, giggling when he leaned forward, pressing slow kisses to her neck. “Kyle, stop before you start something again.”
“Mmm, no round two consummation?” he asked, his lips still against her neck.
Reanna shook her head. Not that she didn’t want him again—trust, her body was begging for him, and she knew he’d noticed—but even though her body was ready for more, it was still feeling a little low on energy due to her lack of proper nourishment for the day.
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