“Did you feel that between your legs,Princesa?” he asks, smearing my nipples with the ruby Port before lowering his mouth to a hard peak.
My back arches, and I brace myself on my hands while he lavishes attention on my breasts.
“I want your skirt,” he whispers, reaching for the zipper. When he does, his hard cock presses against my bare pussy, and I jump back.
“I gave you my word. We’re just going to play a little.”
He stands back, eyes burning, and watches as I squirm out of what’s left of my clothes without totally exposing the wet flesh between my legs. My efforts are of little use, but I squeeze my knees together as soon as I’m finished.
“I don’t think so,” he murmurs, moving my legs apart as he steps between them. He’s large and looming, and I don’t know what to expect next as he hands me a glass of water. “Take a few sips.”
I hold the glass with two hands, trying to keep it steady.
Antonio is still fully dressed, making me feel more naked. More vulnerable.
His fingers play on my mound while I drink. It’s hard to swallow. Hard to even breathe.
After a few moments, he takes the glass out of my hands and sets it aside.
“Just feel. No judgment. No self-doubt. No shame. Let me make you feel good.”
“Yes.” My head bobs, but the movement is so small it’s barely perceptible. “Yes,” I repeat. Although it wasn’t a question. He wasn’t asking for permission.
I’m not sure how I feel. I’m aroused, unsure, nervous. And then there’s the part of me that wants to tear open his shirt and feel the heated skin under my fingers.
Antonio hooks his leg around a chair that’s been shoved to the side and drags it closer, all without taking his hands off me.
He lowers himself to the edge of the seat and places his palms on my inner thighs, pushing them apart until it’s almost unbearable.
I’m exposed. Completely on display—for him.
“Stroke that pretty little cunt for me. Show me how you touch yourself.”
I draw a breath. Not sure of how to proceed.I can’t do it.
“I’ve never—” I’m too embarrassed to even form the words.
“Haven’t you ever made yourself come?” he probes when I don’t finish my thought.
“Never in front of anyone.”
“Do you have toys you play with? A vibrator?”
I shake my head.
He takes my hand and moves it between my legs, drawing my fingers through the slit.
“You’re going to get comfortable making your body sing for me. We’ll practice, but right now I can smell your arousal. It’s all I can think about. I don’t have the patience to teach tonight.”
I’m mortified, and the arousal he thinks he smells is starting to slip. He must sense it, too, because he slides his fingers over my mound and strokes my pussy.
Although I shut my eyes to hide, his touch feels good.So, so good.
“Open your eyes. I want to see your pleasure.”
I do as I’m told, but it’s starting to get to be too much, and my chest is tightening. It’s those damn conflicting feelings again.Get out of my head,I want to scream.Get out of my head!
“You’re so wet, Daniela,” he murmurs, coating his fingers with the evidence. “I knew you would be.”