The lower she went, the more his scent coiled inside her and the more her senses stirred into life. His muscular chest was covered in fine black hair that tickled her sensitive lips, and when she found a flat, brown nipple, her tongue took on a life of its own and darted out to taste it.
A deep, throaty sound soaked into her ears, and for a split second, her fingers pressed into him.
Increasingly aware the tips of her breasts were a whisper away from brushing against his skin, she resisted the compulsion to press down on him. She didn’t want the monster to think she was getting anything out of this debasement.
But, shamefully, shewasgetting something out of it. The lower her mouth travelled, now nibbling slowly along the line of hair leading to his navel, the harder it was to control her breathing. Heat was pooling and bubbling low in her loins, a fizz building in her veins that no amount of telling herself that Elio was a monster could stop.
Something hard suddenly brushed against her jaw, and she sucked in a breath in immediate recognition of what that something was. Her lips had barely reached his belly button.
Her heart now racing at a gallop, she held her breath and put her mouth to it.
Over the roar of blood filling her head, she heard him suck in his own breath.
Swallowing to clear her constricted throat, Siena carefully parted her lips over the almost glassy, warm hardness. The hair around his navel brushed her cheek.
“I know I said to seduce me with your mouth, but for this you need to use your hand too,” he said, his voice a strange husky mixture of amusement and seduction.
Now unable to even feel the beats of her thrashing heart, she skimmed her hand over the smooth skin of his abdomen until she reached his hard length. Not giving herself time to think, she wrapped her fingers around it. Tried. It was too thick for her to wrap them fully around.
She didn’t know what she’d expected to feel, but it wasn’t this. This was as smooth as the rest of his skin, but as hard as living rock, as if something were breathing inside it.
His fingers slipped out of her hair and reached down to cover her hand. Squeezing it, he moved her hand up and down his length, showing her what he liked. “Now suck it,” he said hoarsely, releasing her hand and diving his fingers back into her hair.
Still holding him tightly, Siena took more of him into her mouth and then a little more before drawing her lips back up. Moisture had filled her mouth, and when she dipped her head back over his length, her saliva covered him. He groaned. “That’s it, princess. Get it wet.”
Slowly, her confidence in what she was doing grew, and she adjusted her position a little, angling her head right over his length so she could manipulate him more easily with her hand and her mouth, working them in tandem. Elio’s throaty groans of pleasure landed in her ears like a caress. Incredibly, she couldfeel her own arousal growing, a hot, pulsing sensation building in intensity deep between her legs, and she’d almost relaxed into what she was doing when he tugged at her hair and muttered, “I want you to fuck me now, princess.”
She squeezed her eyes shut a moment before moving her mouth and fingers off him.
She could do this, she told herself as she flattened her hands on his chest and slipped her thigh over him. Having Elio in her mouth hadn’t been as awful as she’d anticipated – the opposite. As shameful as it was to admit, pleasuring him with her hand and mouth had turned her on. If she kept herself in the relaxed state her body had fallen into, there was no reason not to think she…
Hands gripped her waist and lifted her, just as they’d done in her office, but this time there was no clothing to act as a barrier against his thick length pressing the opening of her sex. The moment she felt the head penetrate her folds, panic gripped her afresh, and she caught his stare. Her fingers reflexively dug into his chest.
His silver eyes were dark with arousal. “You’re ready for this, aren’t you?” he whispered knowingly, his fingers biting into her flesh. “I can feel how wet and swollen you are.”
And she could feel it too, but it wasn’t enough because in the next breath, he’d thrust his hips up and she felt a searing pain as he drove his huge length inside her.
Elio knew even before Siena cried out that something was wrong. There had been an instant of unexpected resistance as he’d thrust himself inside her tightness, but it was her cry that really froze his blood. It was a cry of pain, not pleasure.
His heart suddenly thundering, he stared at her beautiful face, taking in the tightness of her mouth and the fear in hereyes. The horror at what the tightness and her cry represented was nothing on the horror at the recognition that her fear was of him.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” he said starkly.
She closed her eyes and visibly swallowed. “Of course I have.”
If her chin wasn’t wobbling and her body trembling so hard, he might just have believed her.
“Siena, look at me.”
But her eyes remained closed, her jaw clenched. The inner muscles clamped around his deflating cock felt like they were clenched, too.
“I said look at me.”
Her features contorted before her eyes opened. They were shining with unshed tears.
“You’re a virgin.”
She shook her head frantically.
