17
Antonio
Aleksandra tastes like honey and vanilla. There’s a sweetness on her soft skin that makes me yearn to sink my teeth into her flesh.
But I’m not a monster.
My fingers delve beneath her shirt, my palm presses against her stomach, grazing her skin, inching my way over and across her breast.
“We shouldn’t—” she whimpers against my lips, but she doesn’t stop kissing me. She tugs my bottom lip between her teeth, encouraging me onward.
“We definitely shouldn’t be doing this,” I say in agreement. My other hand teases at the waistband of her pajama bottoms.
I trail a soft, warm path of kisses from her lips across her neck.
Aleksandra moans and shifts, giving me greater access to her neck. Her legs trap me, wrapping around me, keeping me against her.
“Tell me to stop,” I say, allowing her to end what’s been started. My destination of kisses teases her collarbone as my fingers inch her t-shirt higher to expose the smooth, creamy complexion of her stomach.
She sucks in a breath as I lift her shirt up and over her head, letting it tumble to the floor.
Her gaze meets mine, but the words don’t come. There are no pleas to stop, no admissions of guilt, only sounds of pleasure as my lips caress her navel.
I guide my tongue across her navel and gently plant soft kisses over her abdomen, inching her bottoms down slowly, methodically.
Aleksandra loosens her grip on me so that I can help guide her pants off. Soft whimpers and moans emit from the back of her throat.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, her pajama bottoms halfway down her hips. My breath is warm against her panties.
She smells divine, and I want to discover how wet she is for me already.
“God, no. If you stop, I’ll kill you,” she grumbles at me.
I love how eager she is, how much she wants me.
I yank her bottoms off in one swift motion, pajama pants and panties, tossing the items across the room.
“I’m going to make you scream my name,Tesorina.” I grab her by the hips and shift her around so that I can kneel on the floor.
She moans her acceptance.
“What was that?” I ask, bringing her legs around my neck. I drag every second out, making the moment last and listening to her sweet pleas for more.
“Tell me you want me to lick your pussy.” I stare into her gaze.
She struggles to keep her eyes open, and the words seem difficult to form. “I want you,” Aleksandra begs.
My fingers circle her lips, teasing, exciting and arousing her. “I like it when you talk dirty,Tesorina. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
A whimper murmurs from the back of her throat. I drop soft, slow kisses along her inner thigh.
“That.”
“What’s that?” I smile deviously, nibbling on her inner thigh as I move in the opposite direction that she desires. I kiss a soft path near the back of her knee, bending her leg.
“Fuck,” she mutters.
She’s glistening for me. Already wet, and I’ve barely touched her the way I intend.