I can’t help but suck in a sharp breath at the sight of her in front of me, completely bare, with the exception of the intricately strapped heels she still wears.
“Sei la cosa più bella che abbia mai visto.”You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Starting at her thighs, I drag my knuckles up the sides of her body, moving as slowly as possible to savor the moment. I watch her face, taking in each expression and shallow gasp as I explore with light touches.
Goosebumps scatter across her skin, her nipples transforming into hard peaks before my eyes.
“Sly,” she moans, standing perfectly still despite clearly fighting against her instinct to move.
Once I have gone as high as I can reach without standing, I brush my knuckles down, dragging across the front of her body, over the swell of her breasts, until I reach her waist. Using one hand to grasp her hip, I skim my fingers between her legs and groan with appreciation.
“You’re so wet, piccola ladra. Have you been thinking about this moment all evening like I have?”
“Yes,” she moans.
Fingering her entrance, my thumb finds her clit and begins to play with it softly.
“Tell me what you were thinking. Did you envision me doing this?” I curve my finger, stroking her G-spot. “Or were you thinking about me inside of you? Filling you up. Uniting as one.”
“Yes.That.” Her inner walls clench around my finger as her hips roll into my hand.
Her pleasure, as it paints across her face, is the sexiest thing I’ve experienced in my lifetime.
“Use your words, Vincenza. In this room, here with me, you can be as crass as you’d like to be. There is no one here but the two of us. No one to judge you for the things you say or the manner in which you say them. Don’t hold back—not with me. Tell me what you want.”
“I want your cock,” she breathes, her knees buckling from the pressure I’m using on her clit. “I want you to fuck me.”
And I’ve become a lying man. The sexiest thing I’ve experienced in my lifetime are the sentences that just flowed so naturally from her mouth.
As if her own words possessed her, she bends down, my fingers never relenting inside her as she begins unfastening the remaining buttons on my shirt.
Once open, she pushes it off my shoulders, reaching over to my free hand to pull the fabric from my arm.
For the briefest of moments, I remove my fingers from her and rip the fabric from my other arm, throwing it onto the floor before I shove two back in, perhaps a little more roughly than needed. But shemoans in response, her head tipping back on her shoulders as she places one hand on mine to brace herself.
Leaning forward, I press kisses to her stomach, pumping my fingers as I do.
I’m going out of my mind with need, desperate to be inside of her.
But I won’t allow that until she’s come at least once, preferably by my tongue.
Without warning, I remove my fingers again and stand quickly, grabbing her arms to turn her before pushing her lightly so she drops onto the chair I was just in.
Sinking to my knees, I tug her to the edge, shoving her legs apart, before I descend on her pussy.
Her juices spread into her slick folds, allowing me to feast between her legs as I push them wider. Her wanton cry pierces through my silent apartment. The only other sound is the lapping of my tongue against her.
From this angle, with her legs spread and her back arched, I am able to admire the soft curves of her body, and the way it trembles with pleasure.
I’ve quickly learned the signs of her body nearing the height of its pleasure and she’s right there—on the cusp of seeing the stars that glitter in Heaven.
When I suction my lips around her clit, she free falls.
Her fingernails dig into my skull as she rides through her orgasm, her hips rolling into my face. Idon’t stop or let up the pressure. Instead, I add two fingers back inside her and give her more friction.
When I stroke her G-spot, a second orgasm crashes into her, and a sound between a moan and a screech leaves her lips, as her hips jump upward from the intense stimulation.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” she chants in between incoherent moans.
