Her hand brushed his heavy sac and desire shot through him like an arrow. She stroked and squeezed gently and then her mouth was there, licking and tracing every tight seam with her tongue. His breath caught in his throat. He knew he should stop her, but her hand was back, fingers splayed wide, and she was jiggling his sac. It felt as if the massaging waves rose in slow motion from his balls to the base of his cock, and then spread in a pounding ecstasy through his cock. He’d never felt anything quite like it.
“Dio, Nicoletta, you’re killing me, tesoro.”
A heartbeat went by. Two. Suddenly the gentle massage was gone, and she was doing something completely different, her fingers deftly rotating his large balls in her palm, at least it felt like that was what she was doing. That sent streaks of fire racing up his cock. Fast. The flames licked along the base, rushed along the shaft, burned under and then over the crown until he wanted to throw back his head and roar.
She moved then, her mouth sipping and then suckling at his balls, working her way up to the base of his cock. Her tongue flicked over his fist, teased between his fingers and then curled along his shaft. His heart nearly stopped as her eyes met his. His breath was instantly trapped in his lungs. He didn’t know what he expected to see in her eyes, but it wasn’t dark desire. It wasn’t stark lust. It wasn’t raw love. All three of those emotions were there, mingled together. Her gaze, her expression, was hot.
She licked her lips so that they gleamed at him. The little bite mark on her lower lip glistened. He couldn’t help himself. He rubbed the head of his cock over the mark, deliberately leaving drops behind. Her tongue came out, licked slowly, sensuously, along her lower lip until she’d lapped up every bit. Never once did her gaze leave his.
“I want more.”
“I think you’re getting greedy.” He loved teasing her.
“You took so much.” She pouted, the lower lip coming out even more.
Dio, he was going to come just looking at her. More hot seed bubbled up like lava. Her tongue glided up his shaft. Featherlight. Just the tip. She flicked the vee beneath his crown over and over and then licked at the leaking drops as if they were her favorite ice cream. He didn’t reprimand her. She was already back at his shaft, using the blade of her tongue, pressing into him, varying the pressure from one side to the other, until he was struggling to find his breath again. Her tongue was a wicked weapon and she wielded it with complete confidence.
Taviano pulled back. He needed some control. This was dangerous for both of them whether she knew it or not. She was enjoying herself and he was in paradise, but it could turn ugly in moments. He wasn’t going to let that happen for her.
“Baby.” It was a protest. “You had dessert. I get mine.” She had a beautiful pout.
“How do I taste?” He couldn’t resist asking.
“So good, the best. And all mine.”
That was the right answer. He was all hers. He rubbed his brutally aching cock along her lower lip and then pressed down in a silent command. She opened her mouth immediately for him, stretching wide to accommodate his size. He pushed inside slowly. A single sound escaped his throat. A low moan of pleasure.
Paradise. Hot. Wet. Exquisite. He narrowed his eyes, closing until they were mere slits. He needed to see her, but he wanted to savor the incredible feeling of her mouth turning into a vacuum. A tight suction. One moment, her tongue was lashing him, flicking hard, stabbing at him, then lapping and curling as she bobbed up and down his shaft; the next, she was hollowing her cheeks and sucking as if she meant to pull every bit of his boiling semen from his tight balls.
His hand dropped to her hair. He had been careful not to touch her, but he couldn’t stop himself. It was difficult not to feel dominant when she knelt at his feet, even though she was in that position voluntarily. He liked the way her gaze never left his face. He liked the expression of adoration in her eyes. She enjoyed what she was doing to him. She knew she was damned good at it.
Still, he needed to make it easier to stay in control. He felt for the bed. It was a good height. Slowly, he sank down, legs spread wide so she was between his thighs and he could push deeper. Just a little, watching her. Testing the waters to see if it scared her. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, freeing both his hands.