“Eccoti. Ti ho trovata,” he murmurs, applying pressure to my already throbbing clit.
I don’t know what he’s saying but I don’t care. Not when his fingers are stroking me unhurried through the lace.
Touching myself in front of him was hot, but having him touch me down there is so much hotter. It’s obvious he has a lot of experience giving women pleasure but I don’t want to think about that right now. I just want to think about the feel of his fingertips drawing circles through my panties.
He slides two fingers south, until they reach my pussy, then he pushes them into me as far as the fabric will allow. Then he fucks me shallowly with his clothed fingers. I squirm against them, needing them deeper.
“I’m not going to put my hands on you until you ask me to,” he rasps in a mild threat.
My heart pounds. I’m not ready for that yet. I give my head a short shake.
“It’s okay,cucciola.” He slides his fingers back up to my clit and my underwear grows heavy with moisture.
He rubs me gently and persistently, all the while lowering his lips to my neck. I tilt my head further, giving him more skin to caress with those wicked lips.
I feel each kiss and lick right between my legs.
The sensations are so overwhelming I have to lean back against him, letting him take my weight. He doesn’t seem to mind, moaning into my skin as I let him envelope me completely.
I whimper as the pressure builds.
“That’s it, baby. I want you to soak my fingers when you come.”
There it is again.Baby.
My pussy swells at the word and the orgasm slams into me, just as he bites down on my neck and sucks.
The sharp pain and the delicious high intertwine magically, sending me spinning before I wilt against him.
“Oh fuck, yes,” he whispers, smiling, into my bitten skin. “You’re soaking,cucciola.”
When he’s sure I can stand without aid, he steps back. “Take them off.”
I turn my head lazily. “What?”
“Take off your panties.”
Slowly, I push them down my legs and step out of them. He holds a hand in front of me and I place the damp material in his palm. In the corner of my eye, he lifts them to his face and breathes in deeply, before shoving them into his pocket.
Oh God, that alone nearly makes me come.
He places his palms on my hips and I feel the heat of them burn through the fabric. Then he walks me forward until I’m a couple of feet within the derelict building.
“Bend over,” he says firmly. “Put your hands on the wall.”
My fingers shake as I press them into the cold concrete.
“You are fucking exquisite,” he murmurs behind me. “I love that only one dick has been inside you, and that’smine.”
The sound of his zipper fills the dull space and the velvety head of his cock strokes against my pussy. Instinctively, I cant my ass backward.
“You’re hungry, baby,” he slurs. “Hungry for my cock.”
I groan impatiently.
“Spread your legs for me,cucciola.”
I push my feet further apart, opening myself to him. Two hands come down on my waist, holding me still, and he dips inside me a couple inches.
