This is new to me. The filthy commentary. The unabashed openness and discussion. Josh and I had sex mostly with the lights out. He never said a word until it was over, and God knows, I never did.
Fear is starting to creep in. I don’t know if it’s the newness of it all or that I don’t mind his dirty talk. That I don’t mind the shame. But the apprehension is growing, and he senses it.
“It’s okay,” he reassures me. “You can pretend this is whatever you want. Whatever you need to free your inhibitions.”
He rubs my belly to calm me, his fingertips skating over the soft skin. “You can make me into some monster if that soothes your conscience. But we both know you want this as much as I do.”
I don’t say a word. I don’t bother to deny it. Because it’s true.
When he slides a finger into me, my walls squeeze it, and he pushes in another, rubbing my clit with his palm.
The sensation sends small zings through me, and I squirm into his hand for more.
He pulls away, leaving me with nothing. “I decide how much you get,Princesa. Your job is to just feel and enjoy what I give you.”
I’m hot and sweaty. Confused. Agitated. And I’m about to jump out of my skin when he lifts my feet one at a time and drops a small kiss on each heel before placing it on the arm of the chair. His elbows rest on my inner thighs so that I remain open to him.
Embarrassment,not shame, begins to wedge its way in, and because I can’t close my legs, I close my eyes.
“Keep your eyes open, Daniela. Don’t make me say it again.” His tone is threatening, and I’m certain there will be consequences if I don’t obey.
“I’m going to lick your gorgeous cunt, and you’re going to watch until your legs tremble.”
His face disappears, and I feel his flat tongue make a long sweep over my quivering pussy.
Oh God.
He does it again, and again, and again, circling the swollen bud when I least expect it, licking until I writhe on the table. Until there are no doubts left inside me. No shame. No embarrassment. Until all I know is his mouth and my throbbing pussy.
It’s then that he pulls away.
26
Daniela
“No. No. Please don’t stop.” The plea comes from me, but the voice belongs to a woman I don’t recognize. A woman caught in the voluptuous curl of lust. A desperate woman, with passionate needs and desires.It can’t be me.
Antonio skims his hands across my belly, tonguing the sensitive skin, moving lower and lower, slower and slower, until I whine, becauseI need more. More of his mouth, his tongue, the rasp of his whiskers. More of his hands, his fingers—and God help me,I want his cock.
Only when he’s ready does he go back to eating my needy wet flesh. He adds two fingers to the party, and the sounds that come from me are feral and reckless.
I grip his head between my hands. I pull his hair. But he ignores my urging, keeping to his own rhythm until my thighs tense.
Then he pulls away.
It’s cruel and punishing. And my cries are louder, more desperate this time.
“Please,” I beg without a trace of shame.
“Please what,Princesa?”
I don’t want to say it, but I will. My pride and all decorum are buried under the achy need he sparked. “Please—fuck me.”
His mouth twitches, and there’s a smug sense of satisfaction in his eyes.I don’t care.
“Mmmm,”he moans. “I wish I could, but I gave you my word.”
“I don’t care about your promise.” I pout like a child who’s just been told she can’t have chocolate before dinner.