Tempting Tonio (A Steamy Older Man - Younger Woman Romance) (The Adamos Book 1)

by Mia Madison

  “Do it,” I say, heady with my little bit of wine and large quantities of lust.

  “Nope.” He nips my earlobe, and I wriggle against him. “You're killin' me, babe.”

  “Sorry,” I say, but he shakes his head and kisses me again, a long, thorough kiss with lots of tongue. “Tonio,” I whisper when he releases me, need a molten weight in my core.

  “I like it when you say my name that way, babe.” He sucks my earlobe into his mouth, trails his lips down the side of my neck, and rolls away from me. “Time to go back.”

  I pull the sweatshirt on again. He brushes his thumb across my lower lip, and it's sweet and sexy at the same time. I close my teeth over his thumb like I did before, and his eyes flash in the moonlight.

  “Gonna thoroughly enjoy learning how to please you, babe. And teaching you what I like. And fucking your sweet little brains out.”

  I tremble, and I know he feels it because his thumb is still in my mouth. “One thing,” he says. “From now on, you don't touch yourself unless I tell you to. You come, it's with me. You get me?”

  My mouth drops open, and he takes his thumb away. “Are you serious?” I say.

  “Serious as a graveyard, babe.”

  I put my hands on my hips. “That's—” Entirely unreasonable, I'm about to add, but he doesn't give me the chance.

  “Told you I wasn't easy. You gonna cut and run before we even get started?”

  I glare at him. “No,” I snap, because there is no way in hell I'm walking away after tonight. “But I didn't think 'not easy' meant ridiculously bossy.”

  The white of his teeth show as he grins. “You wanna fight about this?”

  Not really. But – “You got me all worked up.”

  He crosses his arms on his chest and his grin gets bigger. “I made you come, too.”

  I almost stamp my foot. “That’s not the point!”

  His hand curls around the back of my neck, pulling me to him. “You're cute when you're mouthy,” he says, his fingers warm against my skin. “I like spanking that pretty ass of yours.”

  That gets him a full-body shudder. “Tonio ...” I whimper.

  “Fuck, bella. You're so hot you drive me crazy.” His hand moves, his arm dropping down to wrap around my back, holding me close against him. His free hand hikes up my dress, tucking the fabric under the arm that's around my back, then tugs down my panties.

  He rubs his hand in a circle on my exposed flesh, then gives it a smack. “Oh my god,” I say into his chest. He does it again. “Oh my god.” And again. “Tonio!”

  “I don't even have to ask you if you're wet right now,” he says. Spinning me around so my back is to his front, he puts one hand on my stomach and the other between my legs. His fingers part my slick folds, one of them pressing inside me, and my head goes back against his shoulder.

  “Sweet,” he says, his other hand gliding down to my curls, circling my swollen clit. “So fuckin' sweet.” He works another finger inside me, stretching me, and I bite my lip as the discomfort is eclipsed by pleasure.

  The hand near my clit moves away long enough to shift my hair aside, and then his mouth touches my skin. He sucks on the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder while his fingers inside me begin to thrust, slowly at first, then faster. His other hand is back to my clit, teasing all around it but not hitting the spot yet.

  I'm so close, the friction of his fingers in my slick pussy the most amazing thing I've ever felt. “Tonio,” I gasp, “please.” The hand that’s been teasing my clit slips inside the top of my dress to cup my breasts, pinching the nipples lightly through the sheer fabric of my bra. “Please!”

  “Like makin' you beg, babe,” he says in my ear. His voice is rich and deep and dark with satisfaction. Need slices through me with a knife-sharp edge.

  “I hate you,” I moan. “I'm going to kill you.” I feel him smile against my neck. He keeps playing with my nipples and finger-fucking me while I whimper and writhe in his grasp.

  Only when I'm ready to scream does he finally, finally take me there, his hand leaving my breasts and skimming down my belly to my curls. His fingers go right to the target, circling, rolling, then pressing firmly.

  The climax rips through me like a bomb going off in a fireworks factory. I do scream then, long and loud, but if there's anyone nearby they don't hear me, because Tonio's mouth is covering mine, swallowing my sounds of ecstasy.

  I can't seem to stop coming, my inner walls clamping tight around his fingers, my clit so sensitive that the slightest pressure sends me off again. He seems to know just how to play me, giving me one orgasm after another, his tongue still muffling my cries.

  When I finally come down, I'm trembling. Tonio pulls his hand away and turns me against his chest, pulling up my panties and smoothing down my dress. He holds me for several long moments until he somehow senses that I'm steady again. Easing me away from him, he frames my face in his hands. “You all right?”

  “Never better,” I say in a voice hoarse from screaming.

  “Good.” We pack up, and in a few minutes we're heading back down out of the mountains. The ride is just as beautiful, but my pulse is pounding in anticipation.

  By the time we're back to his house, I'm starving. I'm worried that I might get light-headed at a crucial moment, but when we walk inside, the delicious scents of melted cheese and tomato sauce greet me.

  My stomach rumbles loudly, and Antonio laughs. I've never seen him laugh full out before; I'm pretty sure my ovaries explode. He leads me into the kitchen and pulls a lasagna from his fancy oven, which cooked it while we were gone and then kept it warm for us.

  “This is so good,” I say after my first bite, and then realize I'm talking with my mouth full. We're sitting in the breakfast nook, with salad and garlic bread and some more wine to go with our meal. I finish my bite before I ask, “Is it a family recipe?”

  “Yeah. Handed down for generations.” His eyes have a lazy, half-lidded look to them, and it hits me that he's getting off on watching me enjoy his cooking. I play up my next bite, lifting it slowly to my mouth, closing my eyes and moaning in appreciation as I chew.

  “Eat up,” Tonio says. He's smiling, but I see the hunger behind his amusement. “You're gonna need your strength.”

  I'm too nervous to eat that much, but I force myself to take several more bites. When I wipe my mouth and set my napkin down, he stands up and holds his hand out to me.

  “Shouldn't we clean up?” I say.

  “We'll have more later,” he says, and lets me go ahead of him, wandering toward the stairs. The air changes, and I look back to see Tonio following me with unmistakable intent.

  Instinct takes over. I turn to face him, moving back. The heat in his gaze intensifies, and he matches me step for step.

  “Uh ...” I say, still backing away. “I, um ...” Then I turn and bolt for the stairs.

  I'm halfway up when he catches me. I find myself under him, lost in a kiss that turns my blood molten and ends with my legs wrapped around him. When he lifts his head I try to pull it down again, I'm so ravenously hungry for him.

  “Gonna fuck you on the stairs,” he tells me, and I get all tingly. “But not right now.” Picking me up as if I weigh nothing, he slings me over his shoulder and carries me to the next floor.

  “Antonio!” I protest half-heartedly. “I can walk.”

  “Been letting you walk around all evening, babe,” is his response. “My time now. Gonna be careful with you, but even being careful, you won't be walking so well when I'm done.”

  “Oh, god,” I moan. I started getting wet – again – the moment he started hunting me, and now I'm drenched. His strong arm is clamped across the backs of my thighs as he carries me down the hall.

  10

  Inside You

  He lays me down on a bed that's almost as far off the ground as I am tall. Antonio vaults into the bed with me like he's made of air, but when he settles himself on me, the weight of him fills me with heat.
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br />   I wrap my legs around him. He shifts himself enough to yank my dress up again. “Lift, babe,” he tells me, and I get my body off the bed enough for him to peel it off and toss it aside. My bra cups he pushes down beneath my breasts, but instead of focusing on them as I expect, he takes hold of one wrist and stretches my arm out.

  It doesn't dawn on me what he's up to until I hear a click. I whip my head around to see that he's cuffed me to the bed. In the approximately 1.3 seconds that I stare in shock, he does the same thing to my other wrist.

  “Tonio!” I protest, tugging at the cuffs. They're padded, so they don't hurt, but I can't get loose either – this isn't just for show. “I want to touch you.”

  “Told you I wasn't easy, bella.” He looks down at me, his eyes lazy and satisfied, their heat banked for the moment. “Be patient.”

  “You're kidding, right?” Frustrated, I wrap my legs around him again, trying to grind myself against him. “After everything you've—”

  Antonio kisses me silent, and like before, he's in no rush. Now that he's got me where he wants me, his plan must be to torture me until I confess all my deepest secrets. Except he already knows my deepest secret. I want you. I always have.

  When he lifts his head, I'm drunk on desire, helpless to resist. His hands and lips and tongue trace leisurely trails over my skin, from my mouth to my jaw to my neck, down to my collarbone, and then to my breasts. He sucks at me steadily, like I'm a decadent sweet, too rich to gulp down but too delicious to abstain from.

  My legs, which he's left free, move restlessly as pleasure rises inside me, a swelling tide that carries me higher and higher. His teeth scrape lightly over my nipples, and I arch against him and cry out. He suckles away the tiny hurt, then uses his teeth again, making me gasp.

  “Every little sound you make,” his says, his voice a rasp. “Straight to my cock, babe.”

  “Baby, please. Let me touch you.”

  I can't believe I just called him baby. His eyes flash, but not with anger. He strokes his hands down my sides, along my ribs, up and across the tender flesh of my arms, and back down to my hips. Gradually, he works his way down my body, his lips brushing over my abdomen, around my belly button, then just above my curls.

  Parting my thighs, he rubs the stubble on his cheeks against the soft skin there, then grazes his lips over the sensitized flesh. “Tonio,” I say pleadingly. I think I've done more begging in the past two days than I have in the rest of my life combined.

  “Told you, bella.” He gives the inside of one thigh a nip, then sucks the skin into his mouth. “I like making you beg.”

  “I can beg while I touch you,” I argue. He lifts his head to grin at me, and my heart skips a beat, but he doesn't release me. “Please, Tonio.”

  “Not yet.” He shifts his attention to my other thigh. “I've got a lot of control, cara mia, but you threaten every bit of it. You get your hands on me, and I won't last.”

  A warm glow fills me, mingling with my hunger. “I want to make you come,” I say in a husky voice. He sinks his teeth into my inner thigh, just enough to hurt a little, and I jerk in his grasp.

  Lifting his head, he says, “I almost lost it when you put your mouth on me last night. I promise you'll be making me come, babe. But not until I take care of you.”

  With that, he finally puts his mouth where I've been craving it, kissing me through the silk of my panties. My hips thrust up of their own accord, and he slides his hands under my ass, squeezing, as he rubs his lips over my soft folds, then flicks his tongue under the fabric to touch my flesh.

  “Tonio!” He's going to kill me if he keeps this up. I want to threaten him with mayhem, but I know that'll only prolong my imprisonment. “Please, I need you.”

  “All right, babe.” He tugs my panties down and off, then shifts to reach into the drawer of his nightstand. My eyes go wide when he pulls out a wicked-looking set of shears, and wider still when he uses them to cut right through my bra straps so he can pull it off without uncuffing me.

  “That was my best bra!”

  “I'll buy you another one.” Putting the scissors away, he slides back down my body, naked now except for my shoes. Instead of his face going back to my pussy, he takes one leg and lifts it, folding it back so my knee is up by my head, then stretching it out to tuck my foot behind my bound hand, anchoring my leg in place.

  He does the same thing with the other leg, and now I'm spread wide open for him, my ass tilted up toward the ceiling. Settling back on his heels, hands on his thighs, he stares at the part of me no man has ever seen, devouring me with his heated gaze.

  “Beautiful, babe,” he says softly. “Fuckin' gorgeous pussy.” I'm getting wetter, looking at him looking at me, and knowing he can see it happening makes it happen even more. “Can't wait to taste it.”

  I squirm under his gaze, and his eyes go half-lidded. “If any of this gets to be too much, babe, and you need me to stop, you say so. Yeah? No shame in it, you need that. Just tell me.”

  God. This man. I want to give him everything. “Okay,” I whisper, and he bends down and kisses me again, this time with no fabric in the way, tasting my soft folds. I whimper with need, and he licks me open, feasting on my delicate flesh.

  His hands are against my ass, and then his tongue finds my opening, teasing me there. I arch against him, and he waits for me to relax again before he spanks me. The quick jolt of pain arrows straight to my clit, and I let out a gasping cry. He rubs his hand in a circle, soothing, then squeezes gently, then spanks me again.

  I moan, and he lifts his head long enough to say, “Fuckin' love that you love what I do to you, babe.”

  “Don't stop,” I tell him, and I scarcely recognize my own voice, it's so deep and throaty. “I want you to do everything to me.”

  His eyes burn into mine; then his head lowers again and his mouth drives me to ecstasy. There's no pattern to what his hands do, so I never know when another flash of pain will hit my system, melting into mind-blowing pleasure and sending me even higher.

  He's neglecting my clit, but even without that I'm on the verge of coming when he reaches into his nightstand again, this time coming back with a small bottle. Before I can ask, he drizzles a liquid on my crinkled opening.

  I tense up immediately; this was not on the agenda. But Antonio says, “Relax, bella. I wouldn't go there without us talking about it.”

  Taking a deep breath, I say, “Okay,” and try to un-tense my muscles. His mouth goes back to my pussy, and then I do relax ... and then his finger touches my puckered entrance. “Oh!” I gasp. He does it again. “Ohh.”

  Tonio rightly interprets that as pleasure and permission, and his finger keeps teasing my fluted skin while his mouth travels up to my clit. His tongue circles it, then flutters over the hood, sending a hot burst of pleasure through me, and I let out a whimper so loud I'm surprised the whole neighborhood doesn't hear it, even though his neighbors' houses are nowhere near this one.

  His other hand is at my pussy now, sliding a finger inside me. I clamp around him, and he works a second one in, pumping them slowly in and out. My moans escalate as sensation ramps up inside me, wrapping around my nerve endings like pleasure-tipped barbed wire. His mouth surrounds my clit, but doesn't put pressure on it.

  Then his fingers find a spot inside me and curl. At the same instant, he sucks my clit into his mouth and his fingertip presses lightly into my dark tunnel. I scream; he does it all again, and I shatter.

  The orgasm rips through me like white lightning, turning me inside out. Antonio waits for me to come down, then sends me right back up and over. I didn't even know it was possible to come this hard.

  Every time I come back to earth, he sends me into orbit again, until I'm saturated with more pleasure than I thought a body could contain. Finally, he lifts his head and shifts away to start undressing.

  I lift my head to get a better view, determined not to miss a moment of his body finally being revealed to me. He strips off his shirt, and I drink
in his tight abs and broad chest, the light sprinkling of hair leading down into his pants.

  When his hands go to his waistband, I lick my lips. I already know he's beautiful, but I can't wait for a second look. He shoves his pants and boxer briefs down to his thighs, freeing his cock, and I stare at his heavy, pulsing length like a worshiper at the altar of a pagan god.

  Tonio doesn't move, just lets me look, and when I finally lift my eyes to his, his expression makes everything inside me clench in anticipation. He finishes undressing, rejoining me seconds later to free my legs. My hands, however, he leaves in their cuffs. “Aren't you going to untie me?” I whisper.

  Tonio lowers his weight onto me, his erection hard against my belly. I taste myself on his tongue when he kisses me, and wrap my legs around him, working my hips in blatant invitation. “In a minute, babe,” he says when he lifts his head. “After I'm inside you.”

  I don't understand why the timing matters, but I'm not in a mood to argue about it. Then his words hit me – inside you. The biggest dream of my entire life is about to be fulfilled. “I went to the clinic,” I tell him, “but it takes a while for the pill to kick in.”

  That gets me another kiss, a soft, tender one. “I was gonna wait,” he says, “but I can't have you here like this and do nothin' but go down on you.” He kisses me again, slow and sweet, then takes himself in hand and starts to rub the tip of his cock over me.

  11

  Dirty Little Secret

  Again and again he coats himself in my fluids, touching my entrance but never stopping. “Antonio!” I cry after several repetitions. “Stop teasing me!”

  He smiles at me. It's a gentle smile, but a wicked one too. “Never get tired of teasing you, bella,” he says. “But since you ask so pretty …”

  Seating himself against my opening, he starts to push. My eyes get huge. Tonio flexes his hips and surges inside me. “Oh my god,” I say.