“I want to buy you jewelry for here, too,” he whispered and kissed her clit. “You’re so sensitive and you’ll like the stimulation.” He pushed his cock back into her mouth before she could answer him. “Suck hard, baby.” He proceeded to do the same.
He began to move his hips, a slow indulgence, pushing deeper, drawing back and pushing deeper again. She caught his rhythm and worked with him, until he thought the top of his head might come off. He worked her hot little channel, drawing honey and spice, playing with her clit, getting all sorts of ideas on how he could enhance her pleasure as he did so. Knowing he wouldn’t last if he kept it up, he reluctantly withdrew from her mouth and stood up.
“Wait.” Sasha glared at him. “That was mine. I wanted it all.”
“Such a greedy girl. You’re supposed to be lying back, exhausted, remember? I was nice and gave you a taste of dessert like you asked, but you told me I had to do all the work.” He pulled her around to the center of the bed again. This time he untied the leg that was stretched out and once more flipped her onto her stomach. “I like being able to just put you in any position I like.”
He dragged pillows over and shoved them under her hips to raise her ass. He rubbed it. “Have I told you how much I love your ass? Because I do. I dream about it sometimes, and all the things I can do to it.”
“Hmm, I’m not certain that bodes well for me.” There was laughter in her voice. “You be very careful of what you choose to do. You’re going to have to go to sleep sometime, and what goes around comes around.”
His hand smacked her left cheek. “Are you threatening me?” He caught her free ankle and added it to the tie at the small of her back. Both legs were drawn up at the knee so she essentially was on her knees, laid out over the high stack of pillows.
“Well, yes, but it was more like a promise. And I’m not so certain about jewelry on my clit, crazy man. Can I just say ‘ouch’?”
His fingers slid into her. “If you said ouch, it isn’t on right. It isn’t for pain, it’s for pleasure. You’re going to have to learn to trust me. I’m not into the lifestyle, but with you, I want to play. Let me have my playtime, woman.”
She laughed again and then gasped as his mouth was back between her legs. Her entire body jerked as he took his time claiming every inch of her. He used his fingers, his tongue, his teeth, his lips. He kissed, sucked, licked and probed, drawing sweet cries out of her and wringing three separate orgasms.
“Hands okay, baby?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
He knelt up behind her and very slowly began to push into her. Her muscles were tight. Her silken sheath hot as Hades. She tried to push back to force him inside, but he gave her several hard smacks, which only caused moaning. She couldn’t move much, and he loved inching in slowly. That burn engulfed him, inch by slow inch. So good. He could barely breathe and it didn’t matter. He wanted to live right there.
“Sure you’re okay, Sasha?” She had to be. He would stop if he had to, but it was so damn good, a paradise of heat and fire.
“Move. Just move.”
“Demanding little wench.” He didn’t move, not like she wanted. He liked the hitch in her voice that told him she was burning up the same way he was. He kept pushing into her slowly, exquisitely slow. Murderously slow. Sweat broke out on his forehead, beading there—that kind of slow.
Finally, finally, he was seated all the way, his cock pushing against her cervix, the ring of flames holding his shaft like a vise of pure fire. He threw his head back, one hand kneading the cheeks of her ass, feeling the amazing reaction. Every time he massaged deep, or smacked her, a wave rippled through her sheath so that without him moving, she clamped down, a thousand tiny tongues stroking, a thousand muscles milking his cock. The sensation was incredible.
He was very cognizant of her hands and legs being bound. He couldn’t get her comfort out of his head and decided that maybe tying his woman wasn’t for him. Still, he liked that she couldn’t move and he had complete control. With Sasha, that wasn’t bound to happen too often.
He loved her beyond anything he ever thought he was capable of. Maybe it was because he was aware he could have lost her at any moment, or maybe it was because she made him feel alive when he hadn’t for a very long time.
“Get moving,” she demanded, sounding like she was gritting her teeth.
He threw his head back and laughed, sheer joy bursting through him. “You’re such a bossy little thing,” he said, holding her still, keeping the same slow, burning movements. He leaned forward and kissed the nape of her neck.
His fingers dug into her hips and he surged into her, burying himself deep, feeling the fire race up his spine. “That hard enough for you, baby?”
“No. And faster.”
He obliged because the need in her voice overcame the need in him to tease her. He took some things seriously, and pleasing his woman was at the top of his list. He forgot about everything when he was inside her. That hot paradise. He loved when they were sharing the same skin. When they were so connected there was no one else in their world.
“I’m so close, Giovanni,” she whispered, her voice ragged. Panting. “Hurry, baby.”
He loved that, too. His woman waiting for him. She didn’t have to. He felt the tension in her coiling tighter and tighter. The way her body gripped his. He was beginning to know her body so well now, every nuance. She was close, her breath hitching. The moans that grew into a musical of hunger and need. Her voice, so soft and plaintive, so demanding and bossy, played over him, adding to his building pleasure.
Then there was no holding back. No possible way. “Come with me, baby,” he whispered. “Be with me.” He felt it moving through him, rising like a volcano, while her body clamped down, those tight muscles milking him. Hot seed splashed over her walls, claiming her, branding her. Causing ripples and quakes that sent more fire crashing through him like a perfect storm of intense beauty.
He fought to catch his breath, his fingers working at the knots and ropes to get them off her. Still buried deep, he rubbed at her ankles and wrists, making certain there was plenty of blood flow. It disturbed him to think that might have made her uncomfortable. “You okay, Sasha?”
“More than okay, but I can’t move. If you expect me to do anything but fall asleep, you’re going to be disappointed.”
She hadn’t moved from the position he’d put her in. She was still over the pillow, her legs drawn up. Only her arms had moved. Now she was hugging the pillows. Her braid hung in a thick rope, the sheets wet under all that hair.
“Baby, just roll over.” She was in the middle of the bed. He was still kneeling behind her, his body buried deep.
“Go away. I’m not moving. I think you killed me.”
“You couldn’t talk if I did you in,” he reasoned. His arms slid around her and he leaned his body over hers, blanketing her. “I suppose I could go to sleep right like this.”
“Yes. That’s perfect. I like you in me.”
He felt her love surround him. Hold him. He’d always known the love of his family, of Stefano, but this was different and it moved him. The contentment in her voice made him feel as if he was everything to her. He wanted to be everything to her. He ran his hand down her body and over her bottom possessively.
“I love being in you and once here, I never want to leave,” he admitted. “I don’t know how I survived without you. That’s the fucking truth, baby. I don’t know how I got up in the morning, got through the day and went to bed at night. I know I’ve never laughed so much. I never felt so much joy. You make me feel alive.”
“I love you, Giovanni.”
“Me? Or my cock?”
Her laughter was muffled by the pillows. “That’s a difficult choice. I’m very much in love with you, the man, but you are arrogant and bossy. Your cock is pretty spectacular. Although, now that I think about it, it can be arrogant and bossy as well.”
He smacked her ass for that. She yelped and then spoiled the glare she shot him by giggling.
“My cock is perfection.”
“Oh. My. God. You’re such a man.”