They spilled out.
He whispered, “Ah. . .perfect.”
His hands cupped them each in turn, exploring their fullness. “So beautiful. . .so sensitive.”
His voice grew thick with desire as he bent his head to kiss the rising swells of my breast, before trailing down further until he was back to flicking at my nipple with his tongue.
I gasped, “Gianni.”
“Shh, Princess. You're going to make me lose control if you keep making noises like that.” He nipped hard at my nipple, causing a slight sting and then a delicious tremble.
I’d given up all will of trying to break free from that belt.
My tingling pussy was getting so wet that my thighs felt slippery.
I was done with escaping him.
All I could do was ache for more.
His lips found my other nipple, drawing that hard peak into his wet mouth and sucking so hard I cried out in pleasure.
He groaned and lapped it over and over his tongue sliding over it again and again like there was milk dripping on it and he was a hungry cat.
I writhed under him.
Like the devil he was, he chuckled and pulled back to admire his handiwork. “Now isn't that a beautiful sight.”
I gazed up at him.
“Look at you so hot and bothered ready for me to stuff my cock into that wet pussy. Aren’t you?”
I pursed my lips.
“Tell me.”
I scowled at him.
“Say it or I’ll leave you here to think about what you’ve done.”
“Leave me?”
“Yes.”
“You wouldn’t.”
He gazed down at my erect nipples, wet from his mouth and tongue. “Hmmm. You’re right. I wouldn’t. You look too sexy. I can’t leave right now.”
That gave me a small sense of power to know that he was just as lost in horniness as me.
Slowly, he moved his gaze down lower, following the curve of my body to my waist.
“Hmm,” He kept his view on my panties. “Your pussy has soaked through that red lace. Did you know that?”
I refused to speak, hating his smug satisfaction.
“In fact, you’re making a mess on our bed.”
I looked away, completely embarrassed, and then I felt his hand right on my soaked panties.
