No Strings Attached

Chapter Five

He stands.

My heart stops. My hand stops.

"I didn't tell you to stop," he states, approaching me slowly, his eyes appraising my exposed flesh. I soak up his silent praise, my fingers circling the tiny, explosive nub, nearing oblivion.

My head has to tilt back to look up at him when he stops, so close his legs are pressed against the mattress. I gasp, my mouth dropping in shock as he bends, pressing each of his hands on the bed around me.

I'm stunned by him. His sharp features, how they curve so perfectly. His skin, how it glows. His lips, full and slightly dark, not a crease within them. He lets them hover over my own, his coal-colored eyes soaking into my own gaze.

My fingers are wet, my thighs trembling as I struggle to remain still in the cage of his arms while his mouth descends further down.

"I knew you'd be perfect beneath all those damn suits," he whispers, his mouth grazing my nipple, withholding going any further, set on torturing me. And it's working. I can barely breathe. My eyes have to close as I feel his warm breath travel further... and further...

When they reopen, he's settling onto his knees by the edge of the bed. His hands, strong and firm, reaching out, grasping onto my hips. I let out a sound of unease as he pulls me to the very edge of the bed and nearly onto his mouth.

"Don't stop," he says, placing his hand over my own, guiding it slowly in circles.

I'm going crazy. I'm fucking crazy about his game right now.

"Giovanni," I cry out, feeling his lips pressing gently to the skin beside my sex, his tongue coaxingly running down my flesh in a teasing line to my heat, but he stops before he gets to it, finding another place to tease.

"Oh, please," I beg, opening my eyes, finding the ceiling.

"God, you smell fucking good," he breathes as my hand begins to rub faster in desperation, feeling my orgasm approaching, and I want it. God, I want it just like this.

With his hand over mine, forcing me to do this myself.

It's like a freight train. It hits me and knocks the breath from my lungs. I shake beneath our hands, my toes digging into the mattress, struggling to remain up. Even when my hand pulls back, my body too sensitive to continue, his hand makes sure to drag out my orgasm to its full potential.

I didn't even know my eyes had closed. I open them, gasping for breath as his hand leaves me spasming. He's still fully clothed and inches away from the most intimate part of me.

Jesus Christ.

Suddenly, he pulls my thighs farther down so my legs have to hang off the bed. I gasp when he grips them tightly as his face disappears between my thighs. I immediately begin to hyperventilate when his eager mouth latches onto my clit, suckling greedily. It nearly hurts at first, but as his tongue delves into my folds, tasting and exploring expertly, it's an unspeakable need. Just like that, I know that he's going to make me come again.

His strong fingers sink into my thighs, my hands move into his hair. God, finally. I get to feel this hair, pull on it. I smile, biting my lip in pure ecstasy as I grip his thick curls, holding him to me.

I stare down at him in amazement that this man is here. His eyes meet mine as if he can feel my gaze, but his mouth never slows. When they flicker back down, and I feel a finger at my entrance, sinking into my body, my chest expands.

"Oh, fuck. Yes, Giovanni."

Within seconds, he forces a second one in. I'm already clenching around him. My legs are shaking almost embarrassingly, my nerves shot to hell at this assault on my body. His tongue circles my clit and sucks, his fingers curving within me in a coaxing motion.

"Oh my god. Oh my..."

I come apart for a second time, this time with his mouth upon me. He holds me tighter, his wet fingers pushing deeper and deeper into me as my hips grind unabashedly onto his tongue. I can't breathe, I don't breathe. I don't know if I'm hurting him, and I don't care.

I don't think he does either.

I hear him moan as his mouth finally relents, leaving me shivering. I can't even remain upright. I have to reach back, placing my sweating palms onto the bedding behind me. Faintly, my eyes open and close, my chest heaving as I struggle to get ahold of myself.

Within seconds, he stands, leaning in towards me. His eyes are like the dying embers of a fire, so dark, so intoxicating to behold. He grasps the back of my neck, kissing the curve of my jaw before pulling back.

"I will see you in a week."

I stare at him. "A week?"

What's in a week?

"The anniversary party."

"You're going to go?" I breathe, unable to help sounding hopeful as I catch his eyes slowly traveling over my mouth. He smiles softly, just inches away from my face. Just a move, and his lips would be on mine, but he doesn't do it.

"One week."

I nod, shaken to my core. "One week."