Finally my hand landed on the foil packet and I pulled it out and held it up victoriously.
“We’ll thank Arran later,” he told me with a chuckle as he took it from me and placed it beside him. “Is there anything I need to know, things that will scare you?”
“No. I mean…I don’t know, but I was fine with Arran. I feel safe with you, with all of you. If that changes when we’re…you know…then I’ll tell you. I’ll ask you to stop, okay?”
“Okay baby.”
“Can I…could I maybe try….you know, on top? I don’t really know how, but I…”
“Yes,” Dio cut me off. “You can do what you want with me this time, but in future I prefer to be in charge, okay?”
“Okay. I like it when you’re in charge, but I just want to touch you right now and that’s easier from up here.”
“Touch away then,Piccola.” He laid back on the tile and placed his hands behind his head.
I was nervous at first and my touches were tentative as I traced lines in his tattoos, linking them with the lines of muscle, mapping out a course around his abdomen, torso, and shoulders. Each time I got near his neck I would lean in and kiss him, which he would return with gusto.
As I got braver, I leaned in to kiss over the paths I had made, gently touching my lips over his inked skin, and judging by how taut his body became, and the noises he made, he was enjoying it, even if it was driving him crazy.
I was driving myself crazy too. I could feel the moisture between my thighs, and wondered if Dio could too. I worried it wouldturn him off if he could, but if the lengthy rod standing at full mast between us, was anything to go by, he wasn’t turned off.
“Can I touch you here?” I asked as I glanced to his erection, then up to him.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he ground out.
I wrapped my hand around the top of his length and moved it just a little. I knew how to give a hand job, thanks to my abuse as a kid, but I had never really considered the feel of a cock before. It was so hard, but the skin so soft, almost like silk. It wasn’t exactly beautiful, not like the way women always described them in the romance books I read. To me it was kind of ugly, all straining and veiny, but it did feel good and I knew it could make me feel pretty damned amazing too. Was there really such things as a beautiful penis? I highly doubted it, but as needy as I felt, it did have an appeal in other ways.
“Can I put the condom on?” I asked as I looked to him again. His face was tense and he almost looked like he was in pain.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked.
“So ready,” I nodded.
“Let me check. Push up onto your knees for me,” he casually directed as he pushed up on one elbow and reached for me.
“Check?” I squeaked, confused.
“Don’t look so mystified, baby. I just want to make sure you’re nice and wet for me. I don’t want to hurt you,” he explained. “Come on, up on your knees.”
I did as he said, even though I felt a little unsure about the whole situation. I pushed up until I was kneeling over his lap, completely naked before him.
“Good girl,” he told me as he leaned in and kissed me. “You have no idea how hard it makes me when you submit for me.”
I felt my core spasm, then more wetness flood me at just those words. I loved the praise and the idea of submitting to him turned me on like nothing ever had before.
A groan of pleasure ripped from me unbidden when his hand pushed between my legs and his fingers trailed over my clit and folds. He pushed a finger inside of me and I heard the mortifying sound of exactly how ready for him I was.
“Yes, you’re definitely ready for me, baby. You can put the condom on and ride me to your heart’s content,” he told me, then his hand slid away as he casually laid back, and I had to hold in my squeak of disappointment.
I moved fast with the condom. Putting it on was another skill I possessed for reasons I wished I didn’t, but I didn’t allow myself to think about that, as I tossed aside the packet then rose up and scooted forwards until we were lined up.
I eased myself down over him. He wasn’t as wide as Arran, but he was longer. I was pretty sure he bottomed out before I took every inch of him, but I didn’t worry too much about it when he closed his eyes and moaned like he was enjoying the moment.
I moved slow at first, testing the waters. Up and down. My hands were on his chest as I lifted up, and in seconds the movements sparked every nerve ending inside of me. I moaned in pleasure and started to move faster, experimenting with a flick of my hips that meant my clit brushed against him in just the right way each time. That spurred me on to go faster, and Dio reached down to help, planting his hands on my hips and guiding every movement.
A sweat broke out all over my skin and I was breathing heavily as I rode him just the way he had told me to, chasing the orgasm that was creeping closer and closer.
“You’re doing so good. So perfect,” Dio panted as he gripped the back of my neck and pulled me in to kiss the hell out of me.
