“I’m drenched,” she whispered. “But you shouldn’t take my word on that.”
Stepping back, she guided his hand between her legs. He palmed her pussy, the heat from her core warming his hand. Time to tease and torture.
Moving slowly, he slipped a finger between her folds, caressed her dripping sex. The pull to taste her sweet, sweet juices had him dropping down in front of her. She widened her stance and he paused to stare into her eyes.
“I’m shaking so hard,” she purred. “I could pass out.”
“I’ll catch you.” He placed his face into her shaven pussy and ran his tongue over her opening. Her throaty cry sent a shock of energy pounding through him.
She pulled back the hood of her clit, exposing the most tender flesh and he polished it with precision. Light flicks back and forth, around and around until her moans turned to mewls. He palmed her ass, pressed her flush against his mouth, and devoured her with a ravenous intensity.
“Ohmygod,” she cried out. “Luciano, fuck, I’m gonna come.” She started bucking and shaking, the orgasm shooting through her, while fisted fingers clung to his hair.
When she stilled, he licked her gently, then stood. “Taste yourself. Taste your sweet pussy that I can’t fucking get enough of.”
She threw herself into him, kissing him, biting him, clawing his back while her guttural groans ripped through him. “So good,” she rasped out. “More, I want more.”
Panting, her chest rose and fell as she stared into his eyes. Without another word, she opened her closet door, returning with black ropes.
Unexpected, and extremely hot.
After handing him the soft ties, she seared him with a kiss that teased and tantalized every cell in his body. Electricity shot through him at a maddening pace.
“I can’t wait for you to punish me with your cock,” she murmured as she caressed his erection.
“Jesus,” he bit out.
She was on fire, the swirling energy taking him higher and higher. The anticipation of being with her had turned him into a beast. He wanted her, wanted to drive himself inside her. Wanted to take pleasure, give pleasure, and get lost in everything Simone.
She pulled an unopened pack of condoms from her night table. After opening the box, she set one on the bed.
“Lie on the bed, in child’s pose, so you’re on your knees and forearms, with your arms over your head,” Luciano commanded.
She did as told. Seconds later, he’d secured her wrists together, shoved the rope under the mattress to hold it in place. “Ass up, spread your legs.” She obeyed him. He looped the rope around one ankle and tucked the rope under the mattress, then repeated it on her other.
He covered himself with a condom. His balls had already drawn up, his throbbing cock ready to release inside her heat. But he was addicted to her sounds, to the way she squirmed and bucked, and the way she screamed his name from the ecstasy he could bring her.
Bringing her pleasure helped keep his demons at bay.
She tugged at the rope around her wrists, but she was trapped. Then, she tried moving her feet. He’d secured those as well.
“Simone, what’s your safe word?” he asked.
“I’ll use yellow if I need you to back off and red to stop you. Black is if I’m spiraling.”
“Spiraling to where?”
Her lips curved into a smile. “To hell, of course.”
“Should I stop?”
“No, you should go harder and faster,” she replied.
I won’t last two minutes with her.
He climbed on the bed, ran his hand down her long, lovely back, then slipped a hand beneath her and fondled her breast, teased her already hard nip with his finger. Back and forth, back and forth before he pinched it.
She whimpered.
