Page 39 of Temptation
“Then don’t,” she whispers, her voice tinged with a slight tremble. She tilts her head, granting me access to the sensitive expanse of her neck. Her breath hitches as I begin to lick and suck on what I already discovered to be her most sensitive erogenous zone.
“Be careful what you wish for,” I murmur against her skin, biting down gently on her shoulder and pulling a moan from her delicious lips. Her response is immediate and fervent. Her small hand slips beneath my shirt, her fingertips dancing across my heated skin with a torturous softness that leaves me yearning for more. Her touch is a gentle caress, tracing a teasing path up my chest before slipping back down my spine, igniting a searing trail of desire that burns into my skin. When she moves her hand forward, cupping my erection through the rough fabric of my jeans, I feel an overwhelming surge of pressure. I am ready to both explode and implode simultaneously. Her grip remains tantalizingly light, her hand moving up and down my throbbing cock, which strains angrily against the confines of my pants, desperate for her touch, aching to be inside her. My breathing becomes erratic, each shallow breath mingling with a low, primal growl that escapes from deep within my throat as Sienna slowly drags the tip of her index finger along the seam of my pants.
“Do you think it’s a good idea to tease me? To toy with me like that?” I ask, my voice thick with raw, unfiltered desire. She bites her lip, glancing up at me through her thick lashes as her fingers deftly work on the buckle of my belt. The look on her face, the shimmer in her eyes, leaves no room for misinterpretation. I’ve fucked her before, just last night, and every time, she’s been a willing participant, meeting my every move with an eagerness that matched my own. But this, this is something different altogether. She doesn’t merely surrender to my touch, doesn’t simply let her body respond to the primal urges that arise when I pounce on her, ready to ravage her purely for my own gratification. No, Sienna is savoring this moment, delighting in the profound effect each of her faint, subtle touches has on me. I can see that she is reveling in the power she holds, even if it’sjust for a short while, the control she exerts over my desire.Such a bad girl.
I pull my shirt over my head, feeling the fabric brush against my skin as Sienna’s delicate fingers deftly unzip my pants. She takes her time, slowly peeling them down, her touch sending a shiver up my spine. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips in anticipation as she moves to my boxers, freeing my erect cock from its confining prison. With my pants and boxers discarded, she looks up at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
As soon as she completes her task, I waste no time. My hands move to her clothing, eager to return the favor. I start to tug and pull at her attire, my desire growing, my impatience mounting. Half of me is tempted to just tear her top in half, but I resist, savoring the anticipation. Finally, she stands before me, fully naked, her body a vision of beauty and desire. My eyes drink in the sight, but she doesn’t give me long to appreciate it. She steps forward, her bare skin pressing against mine, the warmth of her body fueling the fire within me. Her arms snake around my neck, pulling me down into a fervent kiss. At this moment, every touch, every kiss, is a testament to the unspoken pull between us. Our connection defies all logic and sense, an undeniable force that draws us together.
The world outside ceases to exist, fading into oblivion. All that remains is the two of us, entwined in a dance of passion and longing, a symphony of desire that plays on as we lose ourselves in each other. With my arms securely around her waist, I gently pull her towards the bed, positioning her petite frame between my legs as I sink onto the soft, inviting mattress. The intimate proximity sends a rush of warmth through my body. Goosebumps erupt across her entire body as I delicately drag my fingertips up and down her sides, maintaining a featherlight touch that mimics her earlier caresses. When my mouth finds her nipple, Sienna throws her head back, a guttural moanescaping her lips. “Mmh. Fuck… yes.” Her reaction fuels my desire, and I take my time, savoring each moment as I lick, suck, and gently bite her delicate flesh. The taste and texture of her skin are intoxicating, each flick of my tongue drawing soft gasps and shivers from her.
“Tell me what you want,” I murmur against her skin, my voice a low, husky whisper. I pepper her with featherlight kisses, my mouth moving to her other breast, eliciting more sweet sounds from her.
“I want you,” she breathlessly confesses, her voice trembling with need.
“You need to be a little more precise,” I tease, continuing my sensual exploration of her body. My tongue traces a heated path along her skin while her nails claw at my shoulder.
“What do you want?” I ask again, my lips grazing the soft skin just below her belly button. My hands wander over her curves, cupping her ass and teasingly hovering near her most intimate spot but never quite touching. She stays silent, her breath catching with anticipation. I move my mouth upward, circling her left nipple with my tongue before biting down just enough to make her gasp.
“Ah.” She arches her back, moaning at the sharp sting of pain my teeth have caused.
“Answer me,” I command, dragging a single finger through the slick wetness between her legs. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do.” I want her to voice her desires, to articulate the need I can feel radiating from her. But a part of me relishes the way she writhes and moans in my arms, her reactions a potent aphrodisiac that heightens my own pleasure.
“Oh. I—" she whimpers, her breath catching as I push my middle finger inside her. “Fuck me… please,” she finally pleads, her voice breaking with longing and desperation. Her eyes, wide and filled with raw, unfiltered need, lock onto mine.
“I need you.” I grasp her hips firmly, drawing her closer and guiding her onto the bed. My heart pounds with anticipation as I position myself between her slightly parted legs.
“With the greatest pleasure,” I murmur, my voice thick with desire. Gently, I push her legs further apart, creating space for myself between her thighs. My erection presses eagerly against her entrance, a testament to the intense craving that has been building within me. Though words fail to convey the depth of my emotions, every fiber of my being is consumed with the urge to show Sienna just how much she means to me—how much I adore her, how much I want her, how much I need her. With one powerful, deliberate motion, I enter her. She gasps, her body arching as her muscles slowly, deliciously stretch to accommodate me. The sensation is electric, a symphony of pleasure that resonates through both of us. Her eyes flutter closed, and I can see the myriad of emotions playing across her face—pleasure, relief, and a profound sense of connection. My hands roam over her body, caressing, exploring, and memorizing every curve and contour. Her soft moans and gasps are music to my ears, spurring me on, urging me to show her just how deeply my affection runs.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,cuore mio.”My heart.
Twenty-Two
Sienna
Hearing the sound of laughter drifting from the living room, I follow the joyful noises and close my eyes briefly, savoring the merry echoes of happiness. It’s a melody of pure delight—a symphony of giggles and happy chatter that pulls me in. As I stand there silently, I take in the heartwarming scene: the three of them sitting on the floor, surrounded by a colorful mess of papers and crayons scattered across the coffee table. It’s a beautiful kind of chaos—papers with vibrant scribbles everywhere and the unmistakable scent of wax crayons in the air.
By now, I thought I would have gotten used to seeing Fabrizio’s soft side that breaks through his hard exterior, especially when he’s around his children.
Yet, every time I see him interact with them, it happens to amaze me all over again. His eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, are now warm and full of love.
“Look what Daddy made,” Maddy beams at me, her eyes sparkling with joy as she holds up a piece of paper. It’s a drawing, a kaleidoscope of shapes and colors that seem to be an attempt at a landscape with what I assume are flowers. Despite its imperfections, there’s something incredibly endearing about it. Fabrizio looks up slowly, a smile playing on his lips as his eyes travel up and down my figure, contentment evident in his gaze.
“What do you think? Am I a better artist than an architect?” he asks, his voice filled with playful innocence. I can’t help but smile, and as I lean in for a closer look at his masterpiece, I burst into laughter.
“Oh, that’s even worse,” I tease, my laughter mingling with his as he throws his head back in a deep, genuine laugh.
“Yeah, you’re right. I suck at this,” he grins, then looks at the twins. “Well, let’s see how much of an artist Sienna is—what do you think?”
“Yay!” Maddy nods eagerly.
With a playful smirk, Fabrizio motions for me to join them. I sit cross-legged next to him, feeling the warmth of his presence. He hands me a piece of paper, a challenging glint in his eyes, and for a moment, the world narrows down to this cozy, colorful corner of his home.
For some time, the four of us remain sitting on the living room floor, drawing pictures and laughing. The twins’ laughter is like a bubbling brook, light and refreshing.
We create a gallery of vibrant scribbles, but naturally, two energetic children can’t sit still for long. Soon enough, they’re running around the house, playing fetch.
Meanwhile, Fabrizio and I continue working on our drawings.
