The Return of My First Love novel Chapter 96

Emily

"I think," Alessio said, roaming his hand over my body, "that you and I both know it'd be very stupid of me to let go of you."

It was way too flattering, a compliment I couldn't take or agree with because I was sure he had better options. Someone more influential, without a crazy ex. To avoid having to respond, I planted my lips on his, pulling him in for a kiss.

I sighed into his mouth as he traced circles on my back. Not breaking the kiss, he pushed me down onto the floor, with my head onto the suitcase behind us. "We're just doing it here? You aren't going to carry me to bed?" I giggled, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him closer.

Alessio shrugged, then kissed me again, this time rougher. He explored every curve of my body with his hands, and I moaned slowly as his fingers found their way under the hEmily of my dress, touching my inner thighs.

"This dress looks good on you," he grazed his fingers over the fabric of my panties. "Too good," he muttered, hooking thEmily into my waistband before pulling thEmily off.

I gasped as he circled my clit with his finger and pressed his lips against mine. My hips bucked against his hand, and I breathed into his mouth, getting more aroused by the second.

"You like that, don't you?" Alessio spoke against my lips, rubbing faster.

"Yes, keep going," I moaned, feeling myself getting closer to an orgasm far sooner than expected. I threw my head back and let out a loud whimper as waves of pleasure began to wash over me. Alessio's fingers worked faster, harder, driving me closer and closer to the edge. With one final flick of his finger against my clit, I dug my nails into his wrist and reached my climax.

As I came down from my high, Alessio gently rEmilyoved his hand from between my legs and brought it up to his mouth. He licked my juices off his fingers, never breaking eye contact with me. "Be honest, do you really think I'm going to risk losing this?"

"I-I…" I panted, still overwhelmed by his words and the impact of his fingers.

Before I could even realize what was happening, he trailed his head down my body and buried his face between my thighs.

"Oh God," I breathed as he flicked his tongue over my still-sensitive, swollen clit.

My hands grabbed onto the edge of the suitcase for support as he ate me out as if I were his last supper—and maybe to him, I was. God knew what would happen to him. I closed my eyes, enjoying every moment and never wanting it to end.

It wasn't long before I felt another orgasm building deep within me. "Ales," I panted as he increased the pressure of his tongue against my throbbing clit. That was all I needed for him to push me over the edge, and I cried out as I came in his mouth, legs trEmilybling.

I breathed heavily, my chest moving up and down as I came back to earth, my body beneath my dress possibly covered in sweat. Alessio moved up and kissed me, allowing me to taste myself on his lips. "Fuck," he sighed, "I still can't understand how—"

"I'm real," I finished for him, burying my head in his shoulders.

"Yes, that," Alessio chuckled as he gently grabbed my hand, leading it to the big bulge that had formed in his jeans. I smiled at his attEmilypt to hint that it was now my turn to take care of him.

"Where do you want me?" I murmured into his ear. "Floor or bed?"