“Bellissima.”His voice was guttural. “And mine.” His mouth took one nipple in, and I jerked.
He began to suck, and I clutched his shoulders tightly as I felt my knees weaken under me.
Oh God.
When he lifted his head, his eyes were blazing, and he was breathing hard.
“Tell me when to stop.”
And then he started worshipping my other breast.
We found ourselves on the carpet, Marcus laying me down even as he continued sucking on my nipple. I covered my mouth as I felt him reach for the waistband of my pajama bottoms, and I could only lift my hips up as he started pulling them down.
A second later, and I was down to my panties—-
Oh God.
But soon, that was gone, too.
He finally released my breast, and he pulled away, breathing even harder now.
“Do I stop?” he asked hoarsely.
I slowly shook my head.
And so he went back to driving me crazy, my body trembling as his hands settled on my knees. He parted my legs wide open and I squeezed my eyes shut. “P-please don’t stare.”
“Impossibile.”
And then I felt his fingers stroking my folds ever so gently.
My back arched.
“You like that, bambina?” Marcus whispered.
I nodded jerkily.
“Say it then,” he urged in a low voice. “Say you like my fingers on your pussy.”
Aaaaah.
“Dillo, bambina.”His fingers stilled. “Say it.”
And because I wanted –needed– his fingers to keep moving, I choked out, “I want your fingers on my pussy.”
“Brava, bambina.”His purring words made me shudder, and when I felt one finger slowly penetrate inside of me, I shuddered even more.
Oh God.
“You feel so damn tight.”
And still his finger continued to push deeper and deeper inside of me.
Just one finger, and I already felt so full—-
Deeper and deeper until it was all the way in.
I looked at him dazedly.“Marcus.”