She swallows and lifts a hand, resting it carefully on my chest. She trails her fingers slowly along the outline of my ink. A thorned crown, a scorpion, a bloody dagger—each one representing a different period in my adult life, from the first man I knifed to death, to the day I became don.
Her soft fingertips travel over my hard abdominal muscles and her gaze follows. Each inch she covers sends me into a deeper internal frenzy. She seems to lose herself in the moment, trailing my body for several minutes before reaching the waistband of my boxers.
Then she pauses, concentration furrowing her smooth brow.
Slowly, she places her hands either side of my waist and throws a leg over my thighs, straddling me. If she moved a little higher up my body, I could whip out my cock and shove it inside her faster than she could say ‘please.’ But she doesn’t shift higher. Instead, she hinges at the hips and licks the length of my cock through the fabric.
I nearly come apart.
My hands come up to my face, covering my eyes, and my head falls back into the comforter while a moan rises up and out of my chest.
She does it again and I’m two seconds away from seizing her with both hands and throwing her on her back when she curls her fingers over the waistband and pulls my boxers down my thighs.
My cock falls out, heavy. I need her tongue on me. My vision swims with lust, each beat that passes sending me more insane than the last.
I bite down on my bottom lip as she finally crawls up higher and lowers herself, pulling her panties to one side. My cock liesflat against my lower stomach and she settles on it, the head poking out from beneath her ripened clit.
I stare in disbelief. I’m half a fuck away from coming and all she’s done is stick my cock between her thighs.
Dragging my gaze to hers, I feel blood in my mouth. I’ve bitten my lip so hard I’ve cut into the flesh.
“Make yourself come.” I don’t recognize my own voice. It soundsstarved.
She remains still, blinking and swallowing.
“Put your hands on my chest. It’ll steady you.”
There’s terror in her eyes when she leans down placing her palms on my pecs. It’s obvious she hasn’t done this before, and I would give anything to rest my hands on her hips so I can guide her, set the pace. But I have to honor her condition.
She slides herself awkwardly toward me, her face flushing. My tight groan loosens her chest and she slides back down my shaft to the base.
God damn. Her hot, wet pussy is painting the entire length of my dick with her arousal and I can’t catch my breath.
Her gaze flicks up at me like she wants my approval.
I nod once and lick more blood off my lip. “It is working for you,cucciola?” I grit out.
She nods and slides back and forth again, coating the crown of my cock in her glistening juices.
“I want you to come like this,” I whisper.
Her eyes fall closed as she moves. “Uh huh.”
Hell, I’m going to come too at this rate, and soon.
I can feel her clit pulsing each time she drags it down my cock, and her mouth falls open when she catches the head in the hood of her clit.
“Oh!” she whimpers. “Mmm.”
“Spread your legs wider,” I say. “You’ll come even harder.”
She shuffles her knees outward bringing her pussy down more firmly onto my length. It restricts her ability to move butsharpens the intensity and I can see it now in the roll of her eyes and the small breaths that flutter through her lips.
But she’s moving maddeningly slow. I want to grip her with both hands and use her to build the friction. I want to come beneath her so hard I see fucking solar systems.
She presses her small hands into the hard lines of my chest, rolling her hips delectably back and forth, pretty little moans oozing from her lungs.
I’m losing my damn mind.
