“If I’d dipped below the table, would you have welcomed me then and there?”
He nips at my upper thigh, and I yelp in pleasure.
“Would you have spread your legs like this for me?”
His teeth nip along my skin, closer and closer to…
“Fuck!” I gasp as he reaches my panties.
I shamelessly push myself into his face, quivering as his nose presses into me, as his hands reach around me to firmly grasp my ass, keeping me there.
I feel more than see his jaw move as he licks all the way up the soaked panties.
Nothing has ever tormented me like this before.
“Take them off,” I gasp out once the stars have subsided from my vision.
“As you wish.”
It’s a fluid, well-practiced movement. I hear a tearing sound, and then suddenly, I’m lying before him entirely exposed.
“Your dress.” his voice is low and smooth as honey as a hand reaches out to pull at the measly tie at my waist. It instantly falls off my shoulders and pools at my waist.
Revealing my bare chest.
I don’t know if he pauses to admire me, because the next thing I feel is his mouth enclosing my hardened nipple. Never could I have imagined something like that feeling so good.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he hisses between tugging at the sensitive peak with his teeth. I cry out at the delightful twinge of pain, and in response, he soothes it over with a careless lash of his tongue.
It’s almost enough to make me come undone right then and there.
But the draw of my exposed sex proves too irresistible. I’ve barely recovered before he ducks further down, planting lurid kisses on every piece of skin he encounters. It’s all teeth and tongue and sucking and fuck!
He reaches my clit with unceremonious enthusiasm. Like a man starved of food, he relentlessly lathers me in his spit before sucking greedily at my core. As if I wasn’t wet enough.
The sensation courses through me like a freight train. Every molecule in my body feels like it’s on fire, and he licks and licks and sucks and sucks.
The pleasure within me builds and builds with every filthy lap of his tongue. It’s almost too much, but then it’s suddenly not. I squirm in desperation as my pleasure begins to plateau.
“More,” I cry out as I try to chase my pleasure. “I need you.”
“You mean here?”
That cruel, spiteful tongue licks the entire length of my sex before plunging into me.
I must scream because a hand clasps around my mouth. I take his fingers between my lips without thinking as I rock up and down his tongue, riding the newfound wave of pleasure coursing through me.
“Yes, yes!”
Suddenly, his hand disappears from my mouth. His two spit-soaked fingers encircle my entrance, and within seconds, he buries them inside me.
The pressure building within me finds its release, my orgasm bursting from my lips as his fingers work me harder and harder. That cruel, cruel tongue never gives my clit a moment of respite as he coaxes my pleasure on and on until I’m completely and utterly spent.
By the time I come to my senses again, I can barely breathe. With shaking hands, I prop myself up on the bed to survey the damage.
Just as the bedroom door closes behind Rocco’s retreating figure.
13
