Page 111 of Valentino

Open.

For him.

“Anna,” he breathes as he parts my lips with his fingers. “My beautiful Anna.” He dusts his fingertip over my opening before bending and kissing my inner knee, he follows it with a lick.

With his eyes locked on mine he works his way up my inner thigh, taking his time.

A kiss, then a lick. An open-mouthed kiss, then a lick. A kiss with a brush of his teeth, followed with a lick. I can feel his teeth, the stubble of his whiskers, his hard cock up against my toes.

What is this combination…. My God.

I shudder, just the visual of him between my legs is like nothing I’ve ever dared to dream about.

He kisses me there, softly at first, parting me with his fingers, and my body jerks in approval. Dancing to his song and the beautiful lyrics his tongue is weaving through my psyche.

He parts me with his fingers and licks me deep.

“Fuckkkk.” He lets out a deep moan, it’s guttural, primal and every bit as animalistic as he promised. My legs open wider by themselves, the instinct to have him inside of me becomes uncontrollable.

“Val,” I moan, my back arches off the desk as I fist his hair in my hands. “Oh my God.”

His eyes flutter closed, a vision of ecstasy, and he begins to lose control. Licking me deep with his tongue and then his whole face, sliding his whiskers through my flesh as I moan and writhe beneath him. Not an ounce of control between us.

One finger, two, three and then four.

He fucks me with his hand as my arousal glistens through his stubble. We’re both panting, scrambling for air as his animal meets mine.

Fucking. Hell.

I see stars, panting and writhing as a new species of animal is created.

Me….

“Oh,” I moan, as his hand become violent. “Ahhh,” I cry. “I’m going to come.”

“Stop,” he demands, “Don’t you fucking dare.” He lifts my legs up so that they are straight and up over his shoulders, before sliding his hard length fully into me.

We both cry out as my body contracts around him and I come hard.

Stars of Technicolor perfection light up my sky, the orgasm so strong that I nearly black out.

He tips his head back and moans as his body shudders deep inside of me, his cock jerks as he blows hard.

We both pant hard; our chests rise and fall as we stare at each other.

What…. In the ever-loving hell…was that?

For ten minutes we stay connected, him deep inside of me as we come down from the high, still trying to catch our breath. Neither of us wanting to break the intense physical connection we just had.

“Shower,” he eventually whispers, he pulls me up by the hand and takes my face into his hands and kisses me, and it’s intimate and tender. The affection between us so profound that our faces contort against each other’s.

“We’ve made a mess of your desk.” I frown as I look down at it in horror. “Oh no….”

He chuckles as he looks it over. “I’ll lick it clean after our shower.”

Oh….

I blink, surprised. What do you mean?