His mouth is savage, now. His teeth. His tongue. His lips. It’s all a blur.
I’m at the edge, and I clasp my hands above my head, twisting my fingers to stop thrashing.
“Let go,” he demands. “Now, Daniela.” He catches my clit on his tongue and sucks the swollen nub, cloaking it between his lips, yanking the orgasm from me while I writhe.
“Such a goodPrincesa,” he coos, praising me as his tongue lavishes languid strokes over my pulsing flesh.
I’m panting. I feel nothing and everything all at once. For a long moment, my mind is an empty vessel, without a worry except for catching my breath.
He presses a kiss to my pussy before moving back. “Bring your arms down and open your eyes.”
My eyelashes flutter as my vision adjusts. Antonio hovers over me, easing my panties over my hips and down my legs. He tosses them aside, and slides onto the bed near me. “You’re delicious,” he murmurs, “and I already need to taste you again. But first, I want something else.”
He rolls me onto my side, tracing the contours of my hip, before he sits up, his shoulders resting against the headboard. “Get on your knees and straddle my thighs.”
I’m still breathing hard. The pulses between my legs have slowed, but they haven’t stopped. My brain is muddled in pleasure. I can’t move.
“On your knees, straddling my thighs,” he repeats, with more verve this time. It’s enough to jolt me.
My mind begins to churn. I’m naked and a mess. He’s fully dressed. In clean jeans. If I straddle him—
“I didn’t tell you to think. I told you to move.” He reaches for me, and I don’t struggle. I go willingly, placing a knee on either side of his. “Come closer,” he instructs. “I want to be able to reach you easily.” His fingertips graze my thighs, as I creep forward. “What were you thinking a moment ago, when you hesitated?”
I swallow hard and pretend it was a rhetorical question, asked to embarrass me, not for a response.
“I won’t ask again.”
He’s not going to let it go.Oh God.
“I—I was worried that I might...might make your pants wet.” It’s so embarrassing, I can’t bear to look him in the face.
“Like this?” he asks, fingers digging into my hips as he grinds my pussy against his leg until the fabric is soaked.
I look away as shame floods me. Nothing about sex embarrasses him, and he won’t be satisfied until I’m the same.
I nod and sputter. “Yes.”
“Before we’re done, you’re going to come all over me. And by the third or fourth time, you’re not going to give a damn what gets wet. Now touch yourself. Rub that sweet little cunt for me.”
Unsure, I freeze. I don’t think I can do this for him. I gaze into his face, pleading silently for reprieve, but Antonio’s not having any of it.
He takes my hand and moves it between my thighs, pressing it there. “Do you grind your palm into that greedy pussy, or do you use your fingers to make yourself come?”
I’m a ball of energy, with misfiring synapses. The connections are haywire, and I don’t know what to do.
“Show me,” he urges, gently, when I don’t respond.
There’s something about his tone that calms me.
I draw a breath, and slowly, let my fingers circle my clit, concentrating on how easily they swirl over the slick flesh.And how good it feels.My eyelids flutter, until they close. It’s easier not to look at him while I stroke my pussy. Easier to not let him see my conflicted thoughts.
“Open your eyes.”
No!
“Look at me,” he demands. “I want to see you as the need mounts.”
I force my eyes open.