“Tell me, Lena.” He’s panting, sounding unhinged in the best way. “Tell me how curvy your perfect fucking tits are.”
“I’ve got curvy tits.” My voice catches as his hand slides higher and higher, his fingertips brushing near my panties. “And they’re… they’re just for you, Luca.”
I wonder if I’ve gone too far, ventured into territory that will turn him off. This is a gamble, a way to tell if my secret fear has any basis in reality.
He might say no, he doesn’t want me to speak like that.
He might tell me he doesn’t want to own me. Instead, he just wants to use me.
Instead, his breathing gets deeper, breathier.
“That’s it,” he snaps. “When you say stuff like that… fuck, you make me so hard.”
I don’t have time to respond. So instead, he converges on my body at two points, moving fluidly and with intense purpose.
As his hand slides up my bare thigh – his palm pressing firmly against my wet panties – he moves his face down and sucks on my nipple.
He massages my breast with his free hand, sucking harder, swirling his tongue around as his finger makes the same pattern around my clit.
I shiver and twitch against him, caught up in the pleasure, not letting myself think about what will happen after.
It’s enough to exist now, my nipple buzzing warmly, my clit screaming out for him to stop teasing me.
I wriggle to help him as he pulls my panties down.
Lying completely naked, I fight down the unfair voice hissing inside of me, the one that says he’s going to recoil, to find me ugly somehow.
But there’s no way I can believe that when he’s sucking my nipple so eagerly or when he returns his hand to my pussy and presses down with body-searing pressure.
He grunts when I smooth my hands over his shoulders, digging my nails in.
“That’s it.” He lets go of my nipple with a pop, looking up at me with his unflinching gaze. “Show me how badly you want it. Fucking come for me.”
With a growling animal noise – his eyes glazed, beastlike, everything turned feral – he returns to my nipple.
Two fingers push against my clit, rubbing fiercely from side to side, the sensation heightening everything, joining with the pleasure from my nipple.
It all clashes within until I can’t take it anymore.
It’s like music being turned up, quiet then loud, louder, until it’s deafening, and the ecstasy is the only thing I can focus on is wahoo!
There’s no fear. There’s no uncertainty.
I want it so freaking badly.
He drives his palm against my sex, smearing my wetness up and down, captivating me with each savage move.
My hips twitch as though by themselves, taking his lead, and soon, and soon….
I open my mouth, letting out a cry, then my moans turn hollow, and all I can do is float atop the boiling pleasure.
He grunts and rubs me quicker. He sucks my nipple hard like he owns it, and I just know my breast is going to be just a little bit red.
Good.
He can tattoo me with lust the same way he tattooed me with freedom.
My pussy gushes out so much pleasure. It’s intense and hits me heavily right in the belly, slamming into me with the force of destiny, with the force of knowing this is the right thing, the only thing.
This man, this feeling….
I want it forever.
My core pulses as my lower half is set alight, wave after wave rolling through me.
“That’s it,” he growls once the orgasm comes to an end, my body shuddering with the aftershocks. “You horny fucking thing. I want to be a gentleman. I want…But I can’t. Bend over, Lena. Bend over now.”
He rises to his feet, looming over me.
In what feels like a few seconds, he tears off his shirt and shorts and boxers, standing there naked.
I’m still recovering, skin pricked with sweat, my pussy sore in the best way. But I do what he says, looking over my shoulder, keeping him in view the whole time.
I swallow. No, gulp.
His body is as muscular as I knew it would be, his sleeved tattoo going up against his arm, onto his chest, his muscles pushing powerful against his tight skin. His abs are well-defined and throbbing.
And his manhood…
I swallow again. Maybe that’s like the fiftieth time.
He’s huge, far bigger than I could’ve imagined from his outline. Freed from the fabric, his cock points almost straight up, a long thick length with a vein running down one side, his swollen helm glistening with precome.
“That’s it.”
He steps forward, placing his hands on my ass, massaging my globes as he stands at the end of the bed and guides his helm to my entrance.
I bite down, hoping he can’t read the uncertainty in me.
I can do this, can’t I?
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
Luca
The valley created by her ass is heaven, round and thick and mouth-watering. I indulge shamelessly, burying my hands in her, so fucking glad she’s curvy and full, and there’s so much of her to caress.