It was exquisite. Breathtaking. The tiny links of woven platinum appeared silver and gold. On each end were clips with diamonds dripping down them. Tiny ones encrusted the clips but grew in diameter as they fell down the chains dangling from the clips. The triple strand of woven chain between dipped low and swung freely.
His mouth left her breast and he slid the clip over her nipple. She gasped at the biting pinch. The diamonds fell over the curve of her breasts and the chains slithered over her skin toward her throat. His mouth went to her other breast and his hand slid down her belly to the junction between her legs. He stroked her clit. Flicked. His teeth scraped her nipple and then he fastened the second clamp and straightened, watching her carefully.
“I don’t think that’s tightened enough.”
“I think it is,” she said hastily.
He could tell she wasn’t certain the pinch was as strong as she liked his fingers on her breasts. He wanted to take her just past that point. He leaned down and tightened each clamp a second time, watching her carefully. When her eyes went wide, and her nostrils flared, he eased back and smiled at her. He circled her clit, teased and tugged and then pushed one finger into her slick heat, curling it to stroke her G-spot. Her body flushed for him and more liquid coated his finger.
“Perfect, gattina. You look beautiful. Open your mouth.”
Eyes on his, she obeyed, and he slid his finger inside. “You taste so good, bella. I’m sharing this one time, but don’t expect me to very often and only because you look so damn sexy.”
Withdrawing his finger, he stood up and had her turn until her head and shoulders were off the bed. Her breasts jolted and swayed as she was forced to arch her back. The triple chain and the dripping diamonds tumbled backward and swung. She cried out as the weight pulled at her nipples and breasts. He couldn’t wait to play with that chain, but first, he wanted her mouth around him. She was getting better and better at accommodating the length and girth of his cock.
“Put your feet flat on the mattress, knees up and apart.”
She complied and when he didn’t move or speak, widened her thighs even more. He rewarded her by leaning over her and licking up all the droplets of liquid heat in the tight red curls before standing once again.
In the position she was in, she couldn’t use her hands. He wrapped his fist around the base of his cock and guided the flared crown to her mouth. He kept one hand fisted in her hair as he rubbed the sensitive head over her lips and then waited for her to open her mouth. She licked gently and then complied.
He fed his cock into that hot, moist cauldron. His breath caught in his throat as she swallowed him down, her tongue lashing and stroking. She could do things with her tongue he’d never experienced. He always encouraged her to try whatever she wanted, and she did. She had taken her time learning every inch of his cock. The veins and the frenulum, that little V-shaped spot that could drive him wild when she spent time flicking and teasing with her tongue.
This time, he pressed deeper, while her gaze clung to his. Total trust was there, and she needed it in this position. “That’s it, gattina. Feel how much easier it is to take what you want in this position?”
She had asked him, very casually, over dinner, all sorts of questions about his preferences when she gave him a blow job. Not once had a woman ever asked him. Not one single time. They had given him blow jobs, but it had been more of a get-it-over-with moment than an I-want-to-please-you moment. His pleasure mattered to Grace. They’d had a frank discussion about how it made him feel when she was on her knees and looking up at him. How it made him feel if she swallowed for him. What it was like to know she wanted to learn to take him down her throat even though just talking about it, let alone doing it, was intimidating.
He honestly didn’t care if they ever got there, it was the fact that his pleasure mattered to her so much that made him fall even deeper in love with her. The moment he woke, he thought about her, and she was the last thing he thought of before he went to sleep. He did everything he could to make certain she was happy and healthy. Once she knew his preferences in the home, he had turned the running of it over to her.
Each morning he’d woken with her mouth on him. The thing that thrilled him the most was that she woke him before his alarm could go off to tell him it was time for his meditations. They showered together and then knelt in his meditation room together. She was getting very good at breathing and following the mandates of his practice.