“You taste so good.”
I lap at her hot, little pussy, knowing I have denied every other woman I have been with this act, understanding it was one I needed to experience with her first She tastes like everything good, better than everything good, better than anything I have ever eaten.
I need more.
I slip my tongue just inside her slit. I lick a little harder, then slowly up until I’m almost at her clit, and then down. She gets wetter and much more responsive verbally. One more time up, then I circle her clit and suck it between my lips. She moans and grabs my hair.
“Tell me how it feels, Valentina.”
Before she can respond, I shove my tongue deeper, lapping between her wet lips.
I’ll be damned. It tastes even better the deeper I go.
“So … good!” she yells out as her knees crush against my ears.
Hungry. I am so fucking hungry for her pussy.
I drag her to the bottom of the bed then throw her knees over my shoulders. She sits up and grabs my hair, pushing her hot, wet cunt harder against my face. She is shaking all over, which makes me want to give while taking even more.
She wants control, but for the first time, I can’t let her. I need it.
Her hands still in my hair, I wrap my arms around her legs, supporting her firm, round little ass, and stand. She holds on tightly as I push her back against the wall, fucking her with my tongue, sucking her little nub until she screams out her orgasm and digs her nails into my back. Her body trembles as I continue, until she cries out, “Misericordia, Franco, mercy.”
I slide that hot, drenched pussy down my face, rubbing my stubble against her thighs, as I slowly set her down on the floor.
“Oh, my God,” she pants.
“That was just a taste of what I have in store for you.” I put her on the bed. “You want my cock in your mouth, Valentina?”
“I want to devour it, choke on it.” She grabs it and strokes. “It’s so …”
“Enorme,” I finish for her.
She looks up at me then darts her tongue out, licking from my balls to just beneath my head, and then back down. Over and over, she tastes my skin, and I groan my appreciation.
“You taste good.”
Her words, her kindness, just … her. I am now afraid I’m going to come much sooner than I want.
“Suck my cock, Valentina,” I grit out.
She circles her tongue around the tip then takes me deeper, inch by inch, brown eyes never leaving mine.
My cock in her mouth, her going up and down my length, slow then fast then slow again, I am in heaven. When she sucks, hollowing her cheeks and moaning on the way up, I pull back, not wanting to blow it yet.
“I want inside you.” I push her back while sucking on her breast. Then I rub her drenched, little pussy.
As she pushes against my hand, I slowly ease a finger inside her tight, little cunt.
“So tight,” I say, pushing another finger inside.
She cries out, “Yes!” Her hips begin to meet my hand. “Kiss me. Please kiss me.”
“Fuck yes.” I start at her tits, making my way slowly up to her collarbone, then across her jaw, as I continue working her hard with my fingers. She is softening, stretching, and soaking my hand.
“I can’t wait to be inside here, Valentina, il mi amore.”
“Oh, Franco, please. God, I have wanted you forever.”
“And you’ll have me,” I promise, still fucking her with my fingers. “All of me.”
She nudges my face with her nose. When I look up, she grabs my lip with her teeth. I open, and she rubs her tongue along my lips, hot and sweet. I pull back, and then consume hers, slowly licking her lips and tasting her.
When she reaches down and strokes me, I am shocked.
I was so lost in kissing her that I didn’t want to stop.
I reluctantly pull my mouth from hers, wanting to hear her scream my name when I thrust into her.
Holding my body above hers, I rub my cock against the warmth of her opening and push in slowly.
Her eyes are sealed tight, and her lip is between her teeth.
I bend down and kiss her, rolling my hips as I stretched her. She holds tightly to the sides of my head as she whimpers against my mouth.
She winces a bit when I thrust harder, and I pull back, but not too far. Then I reached between us and feel for that little ball of nerves. Slowly, lightly I rub it.
She pushes against me, and I thrust again. It’s so fucking hot.
As she moans, I whisper, “Roll over.”
Now she is on top of me, and I am so deep inside her. It’s fucking amazing. Watching her rub on me and move up and down with her eyes closed is beautiful.
She raises herself and lowers herself, swaying and squeezing the life out of me. Her hand leaves me and travels up her body. Hot as hell. I push into her, and she bites her lip as she opens her eyes.
“Don’t close your eyes, Valentina. Don’t do that to me.”
Gripping her hip, I thrust in and out of her, faster, harder, as she fights to keep her eyes open, giving me what I asked for.
Her pussy clenches as she hisses and whimpers, leaning down, chest to chest with me as she comes hard, so fucking hard I feel her hot juices coat me.
Moments later, I come hard, too. So hard I’m not sure I will ever be able to come again, and that would be just fine.
Kissing her head, her cheek as we pant against each other, I whisper, “You’re beautiful, Valentina, every part of you.”
What he did next tore my world apart…
Capitolo Primo
Atop a bed of chocolate silk, I lie completely naked and spread, waiting … just waiting.
The French doors to the balcony overlooking the ocean are open, a breeze blowing the sheer, champagne colored curtains hanging from them. My nipples peak when the cool, midnight ocean breeze sweeps across my heated and wanton body.
I cup my breasts and tug gently on the diamonds adorning the ends of the piercings, sending a wave of pleasure down my body until it reaches my core. My pussy clenches as I stroke my fingertips down my body and cup myself, applying just enough pressure to intensify my need. I gently rub around my clit, causing more pressure and pleasure to build, to burn, to ready myself.
Sliding a finger into my center, I moan as I curve it up, hitting my sweet spot, while using the other hand to pinch my nipple harder.
Closing my eyes, I continue to build the desire as I wait for him. And when he appears, his milk chocolate eyes rake down my body as he removes his crisp, white, button down shirt, slowly revealing his exquisite body inch by inch to me. The black ink covering his hard, ripped body causes more fire to burn deep inside me.
When his shirt falls to the ground, he runs his hand over his thick black hair that has specks of silver near his temple. He ages like the finest of wines made from the grapes grown in the vineyards we once played in as children.