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A low moan escaped me at the thick feel of him, and he was quick to take the opportunity for his tongue to slip between my lips to toy with mine.
The scent of him so close overwhelmed me, that spicy mixture that made me want to lean in closer, to rest my face against him.
The scent of him would be all over me now, and the idea of it, of feeling ‘marked’ by him, only made my need grow as his teeth nipped my lower hip, and my hips ground down on his hardness.
Silvano’s hands left my ass, but only to slide up slightly to slip around to the front of my shirt, pulling the zipper down, exposing my skin inch by inch, before drawing the material off of my shoulders.
The air pricked at my skin, but I was pretty sure it was his hungry gaze taking me in that had goosebumps breaking out across my skin.
Silvano’s eyes burned as his hand shifted, teasing up my belly, then tracing under the swell of my breast, making a shiver course through me.
Then his hand was covering me for a moment before his thumb started to tease delicious little circles around my nipple until it was straining. Only then did he take it between his thumb and forefinger, and roll.
My head fell back on a small moan as his other hand lifted, continuing the sweet torment until his touch had me aching for more, my hips writhing down against him.
A growling sound escaped him as he sat up straighter, his head dipping down to suck my nipple into his mouth, making a jolt of need so intense move through me that I cried out.
My greedy hand moved out, grabbing at his shirt, trying to pull it off.
Silvano moved back, reaching behind his neck to free the material himself, shooting me a heavy-lidded look that had my belly going molten.
I placed both hands, cast and all, onto his chest, pushing him until he was resting against the pillows. Following him down, my lips found his jaw, pressing soft kisses up to his ear, then teasing the lobe, before moving down his neck.
His breath shuddered out of him at the touch as his hands moved to my shoulders, fingers digging in as I moved toward his throat, then down, over his collarbones, his chest, his nipples, teasing them the way he’d teased mine, something that had a surprised-sounding groan escaping him.
I lingered there for a long time, loving the way his breathing caught and exhaled hard, how little rumbles moved through his chest, how his fingers flexed into my skin, and his hips occasionally bucked upward with his own growing need.
I finally got a chance to fulfill the fantasy I’d had the first time I saw him without his shirt on. I traced my tongue between the grooves of his abdominal muscles, feeling them flex at the contact, as I continued my way down, teasing the deep lines of his Adonis belt.
Silvano sucked in a slow, shaky breath as his hand shifted to my hair, as I reached the waistband of his pants, the outline of his cock straining against the material.
I didn’t reach inside to free him. Not yet.
Instead, I teased my tongue around the head of him through the pants, hearing the way he hissed out his breath, how his fingers tightened in my hair, and his hips thrust slightly upward into the sensation.
Spurred on, I kept tracing him in what had to be agonizingly slow circles, before closing my whole mouth around him, hinting at what we both knew he really wanted, but not quite giving it to him yet.
“Fuck… Mills,” he groaned, his other hand digging into my shoulder, like it was taking everything he had not to free his cock himself, then lower me down onto him.
A heady sort of lightheadedness overtook me as the power of being in control of his desire spread through me. I kept teasing with my mouth, then let my hand move between, rubbing gently over his balls through the material as well.
He wasn’t going to beg, but the way his groans became almost pained were as close as I was going to get.
Satisfied with that, I finally yanked down his pants, freeing his long, thick cock.
I wasted no time taking him in my mouth, my sex aching at the way he groaned and shuddered at the sensation as I sucked him deep.
Both of his hands gathered my hair, holding it out of the way, so he could watch as I worked him.
Slowly at first, then faster as his breathing got more and more ragged, as his hips thrust up deeper into my mouth and throat.
“Fuck,” he ground out as his hands suddenly yanked my hair hard until his cock left my mouth with a little pop. “Mills, you can’t…” he started.
But it was too late.
I already was.
Teasing my tongue over his balls as he fell back against the pillows, his eyes closed, his entire body taut, losing himself in the sensation for a moment.
