Stalking Ginevra (Morally Black Book 4)

I’m glad Benito brought me to our old treehouse. His cold exterior has melted away, leaving behind the man who’s loved me for two decades.

He sits at my feet, his dark eyes burning with desire. “I’m yours to command.”

The words go straight to my clit. Nipples tightening, I bite down on my bottom lip and pull on his lapels. “Get back here.”

He scrambles up to the chaise, letting me ease him down until he’s lying on his back. This is the Benito I want—the man who connects so deeply with my soul. The man willing to do anything to make me happy.

“You’re wearing too many clothes again,” I say with a smirk.

He smiles back, a wide grin of perfect white teeth that reaches the corners of his eyes and makes him look a decade younger. “You know what to do.”

Straddling his waist, I reach for his tie, loosen the knot, and slide the silk free. After tossing it aside, my fingers find the placket of his shirt, and I loosen the button to reveal tantalizing glimpses of his olive skin. As I expose the tattoo over his heart, my breath stutters again.

Benito watches me with an intensity that makes my pulse quicken. His eyes are dark, hooded with lust, but there’s something deeper—a reverence that sets my skin aflame. I can’t believe this is the same man who once kept me locked away. Now, he’s laid bare before me, vulnerable, willing, utterly mine.

My fingers linger over the symbol of his undying love etched over his heart, feeling its steady beat.

“Thank you for waiting for me,” I say, my words thick with emotion.

“I had no choice. It was either you or nobody.”

My heart flutters at the conviction in his words. “You mean you never⁠—”

“I haven’t even kissed another woman,” he says.

“Oh,” I reply, my voice breathy. “So your first time was in that hotel?”

An expression flashes across his features. Exasperation, maybe? It’s too fast for me to process. “My first time was with you, Ginevra. It’s only ever been you.”

“The way you talk, I almost sound like a goddess,” I whisper.

“Come here and let me worship you,” he growls.

I shuffle up the chaise so I’m straddling his head. Benito’s hands find my hips, gripping my flesh with a possessive need that makes me shiver.

“I love it when you take charge,” he says, his voice thick with desire.

“Then you’re going to love being my throne.”

A low growl rumbles in his chest as I lower my hips, my pussy lips brushing the tip of his nose.

“Fuck, Ginevra,” he gasps, his hot breath fanning my folds. “You’ll be the death of me.”

“You said I was in charge.”

He moans, the sound vibrating through my pussy. “Sit on my face, woman.”

I laugh, the sound giddy. “You’re mine, and you’re about to give me the ride of my life.”

Benito’s grip tightens on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, anchoring me in place as he pulls me down over his face. At this angle, the tip of his nose nestles against my pubic bone, and I’m staring down into his dark eyes.

It’s almost a shame that other men have taken my firsts. I lost my virginity to Samson, and was forced to give him fellatio. Bob Brisket was the first man to give me oral. At least Benito is the first who’s allowed me to sit on his face.noveldrama

The first sweep of his tongue sends a jolt of pleasure rippling through my core, making me gasp. Thighs quivering around his head, I grab the back of the chaise to stay upright.

“God, Benito…” I murmur, my voice trembling as I lose myself in the rhythm of his tongue.

He hums as if I’m the most captivating thing he’s ever tasted, the vibration infusing me with a rush of heat. I rock my hips, chasing the exquisite friction of his mouth against my swollen clit. Each movement hits with perfect precision, his tongue flicking and swirling, pushing me to the brink of madness.

“Benito…” I gasp, my fingers tightening around the fabric.

His eyes, dark and hungry, pull me deeper into his soul. The way he looks at me—like I’m the only woman who exists—is beyond addictive.

“You taste so fucking good,” he mumbles against my folds. His other words are muffled, lost in the slick, messy sounds of his devotion.

I’m so sensitive that I swear I feel every taste bud, and when he swirls his tongue around my clit again, I shiver. Every nerve ignites under the intensity of his ministrations, and I lose myself in ecstasy. His stubble grazes the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, adding a delicious edge of roughness that leaves me gasping for more.

“Yes,” I moan, grinding down, chasing the delicious friction.

His hands slide up my thighs, holding me steady, guiding my rhythm with a firm grip. No man has ever given me such control or surrendered to me so completely. It’s almost as intoxicating as this pleasure.

“More.” I tug on his hair, loving the way it makes his eyes flutter shut.

Like a good boy, he quickens his pace, lapping my clit like it’s his last meal. Each flick and swirl of his tongue draws out desperate moans. It almost feels wrong to defile the tree house Uncle Enzo commissioned when we were young.

A laugh bubbles up my chest as I remember his warnings not to engage in any funny business. Does it count now that we’re married?

The thought of this beautiful, powerful protector being my husband sends a surge of euphoria that takes me to the edge.

“I’m so close,” I pant, my hips rolling, my breaths coming in ragged bursts.

Benito groans, the sound vibrating through my folds, intensifying the sensations building in my core. His tongue moves faster, more insistent, and I lose myself in the delicious torment of his worship.

“Come for me,” he moans, the words muffled.

The muscles of my pussy tighten as the pressure ebbs to breaking point. I’ve never felt so powerful, so utterly desired. Benito’s fingers dig into my hips, urging me on, giving silent permission to use him. To take what I need.

I ride his face with abandon, reveling the frantic buildup of pressure, each flick of his tongue pushing me closer to the precipice.

Then something inside me snaps, and every sensation he’s lavished escapes in an explosion of pleasure. My orgasm hits, crashing through my system in a rush of flames.

“Benito… fuck,” I cry out, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

My thighs clench, my torso convulses, and the muscles of my core jerk and spasm as I come undone.

His tongue works over my clit through every pulse, every wave of release, until my body becomes a raw nerve. I tighten my fingers around his hair, trying to pull each strand from the root.

Chuckling, he gets the message and eases off, finally allowing me to breathe. I gasp through the rest of the climax until the sensations become bearable.

“That was…” I say through panting breaths, my mind falling blank.

“I know, baby,” he murmurs into my twitching pussy. “I know.”

My heart flutters at the endearment. I meet his eyes, which soften with a smile.

With a happy sigh, I lift myself off his face, my legs still trembling from the aftershocks. Benito stills beneath me, his lips glistening with my release. His eyes shine with enough satisfaction to make me flush.

“Wow.” I slide back down his bare chest and lean in to press a kiss to his swollen lips, tasting my arousal.

He returns the kiss, his hands sliding up my back and pulling me close. “You were so beautiful, coming all over my face.”

Resting my forehead against his, I bask in the warmth of his devotion. “Thank you,”I whisper, surrendering the weight of my past, replacing it with the warmth of his love. “For always seeing me.”

Smiling, he presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “I’ll always worship you. You’re my everything.”