"Fuck," I curl my fingers into fists, "just like that, Sunshine."
She makes an angry sound at the back of her throat, then drags her fingers from base to crown.
"Harder," I order, "grip my cock like you think it’s my throat you want to crush."
She tightens her grasp at once, and my balls harden. My groin tightens, my cock lengthens, and a bead of sweat slides down between my pecs. "Just like that," I growl. "Now take me in your mouth."
Her chest rises and falls. Her skirt is bunched up around her upper legs, and the warmth of her pussy seeps through her panties to sear my legs. Bloody fuck. She narrows her gaze on me, and without breaking the connection, she lowers her mouth to my shaft. She licks the crown and heat sizzles up my spine. She draws her tongue from the head down the length of my dick to the base, then up again. She licks the head delicately and a groan rips from me. Her being this tentative is going to kill me.
"It’s not an ice-cream cone, Sunshine," I groan. "Eat it like it’s your favorite fast-food instead."
"Hmph," she firms her lips, "I hate fast-food."
"You Italians," I smirk, "what’s your favorite food?"
"Pasta, of course." She rolls her eyes.
"Fine, suck it like it’s a strand of past—"
She clamps her lips around my dick and hoovers it up, and Jesus-fucking-Christ, my cock elongates. My balls tighten, all the blood drains to my groin, and fuck, if I don’t see stars. This woman is going to suck my soul through my dick if she keeps going like this, and frankly, I’d be just fine with that.
"Just like that," I coax her. "You’re doing so well, Sunshine. Keep going; don’t stop."
She takes me down her throat and promptly gags. The sucking sensation sends shivers up my spine. I draw in a breath and my shoulders tighten. The wound at my temple throbs, and the pain only amplifies the pleasure from how she swirls her tongue around my length. I dig my fingers into her hair and tug. Her breath catches as I pull her back so my dick slips out. The swollen head stays poised between her lips. I hold her gaze, then apply enough pressure for her head to move forward. My cock disappears inside her mouth and the sight is so erotic that I almost come right then. I pull her back, then forward, then again, as I fuck her mouth. The next time I draw her forward, my dick slides down her throat. She hums and the vibrations crawl up my cock, coil in my groin.
"Fuck, Sunshine, fuck." My balls draw up. "Touch yourself," I order. Even before the words are out of my mouth she shoves her hand between her legs and strums her pussy lips. The scent of her arousal bleeds into the air; the wet sound of her flesh as she thrusts her fingers in and out of herself envelops me. I tighten my fingers in her hair and she moans. I pull her back then haul her forward again and again. All the time, the sound of her fingers burying themselves inside her soaking wet channel is an erotic soundtrack.
"Grind the heel of your palm into your clit," I command and glance down to find she does just that. Her chest rises and falls and her entire body jolts. A trembling grips her, and with her free hand, she holds onto my arm.
I pull her forward, then coil my fingers around her throat. The sensation of my cock gliding down her throat pushes me over the edge. My thighs harden, my balls draw up. "Come with me," I growl and her back arches. Her gaze widens as the orgasm crashes over her.
13
Theresa
The climax grips me, my orgasm pounds through me, and I come all over my fingers. That’s when he comes down my throat. I slump against him; my eyelids can’t seem to stay open. The next moment I am being hauled forward and onto his chest. I snuggle into the muscled expanse of his chest and drag my fingers through his hair. My hand brushes his temple and he winces.
"Oh, shoot. I brushed against your bandage," I try to sit up, but he doesn’t let me.
"Fuck that," he pulls me in and I curl up against him.
The heat from his body pours over me, surrounds me, cocoons me. I can’t stop the sigh of contentment that spills from my lips. He wraps those massive arms around me and tugs me even closer as I pillow my cheek against the hard ridge of his pec. "Tortiglioni," I murmur, "it’s more liketortiglioni."
"What?"
"Fat and thick with ridges across it."
"Hmm," he drawls, "are you talking about what I think you are?"
"Am I talking about your magnificent dick, you mean?" Barely are the words out, when I slap my hand over my mouth, "Forget I said that." I squeeze my eyes shut.
"You think my dick is magnificent?" He chuckles and the vibrations crawl over my skin.
"Like you need any more praise to bloat your already swollen head."
"You talking about the one on my shoulders?"
I sneak a glance up at him. "What else would I be talking about?"