“Beautiful.” He trails his fingers over the swell of my breasts and down my sides. I squirm as he tickles his way across my ribs.
Popping my bra with deft fingers, he pulls it down my arms and flings it across the room. His eyes dilate, and I arch my back, presenting him with my swollen breasts. My brown nipples are distending and begging for his touch.
“Tell me what you want, and I might give it to you.”
“Touch me.” Is that my voice so desperate and breathy?
He runs his hand down my back. “Here?”
“No.” I shimmy in his grasp. He slaps my ass, and I cry out, leaning into the sting he left behind.
“Be still, and ask for what you want.”Hands on my hips, he pins me in place.
There’s something intimate and provocative about his commands.
“Touch my breasts.”
He moves his hands to my breasts, palming them and massaging them. I moan, thrusting them further into his calloused fingertips. Swirls of pleasure flow through me as he teases me.
“Emanuele,” I whine.
“What baby?” The four-letter word snatches the breath from my lungs and steals my resistance.
“Play with my nipples.”
He rolls the pert buds between his fingers and I jerk in his lap. “So sensitive. I love all those needy little noises you make.” He tugs, and I scream. “Just like that one.” He chuckles darkly as he continues to work me up.
I tighten my grip on his hips, and he grins.
“You want to ask me for something, baby?”
“More.”
He pinches harder. “More?”
“Your mouth. I need it on me. Please.”
Leaning down, he sucks my breast into his mouth, and I stiffen as I tumble into a powerful orgasm that shakes my body like an earthquake. He lays me back on the bed, and I watch, dazed, as he sheds his clothes, revealing his muscled body and long, hard cock.
Crawling onto the bed, he frames my body with his powerful arms as he kisses me slowly, bringing me back to the moment. I suck his tongue into my mouth, and he groans.
“Back with me.”
“Yes.”
“Good, ‘cause I have the promise to keep.” He trails his kisses down my body, teasing the underside of my breasts and circling my belly button. Sparks shoot through my body as I shudder beneath him.
“You’re wearing far too much.” Hooking his thumbs into my tights, he pulls them down my legs, removing my underwear with one firm tug. Adding the clothing to the pile on his floor, he moves between my legs and inhales.
“What a pretty pussy you have.” He trails his fingers over my neatly shaved quim. He parts my lips and teases my slit with the tip of his finger. I arch off the bed.
“I have to taste you, beautiful.” Diving forward like a swimmer, he licks a path upward, gathering my wetness.
His gratified moan has me grabbing the sheets. Going at me like a starved man, he licks, nips, and sucks at my labia, moving closer to my clit without touching it. There’s no time for shyness, as want hits me like a mac truck.
“I need you, E.”
Groaning, he pierces my core with his stiff tongue. I come off the bed. His large hand presses down on my stomach, and I thrash as he fills me, exploring every inch he can reach with his tongue as he circles my bundle of nerves with his thumb.