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“How can I not be afraid, when some giant is holding me hostage?” she spits like a cat, “Anyone would be!”
“Then why–” I push my hand between her legs, and she yelps, caught between wanting me and her instinct to flee. “Are you so hot and wet for me right now,Tesorina?”
“I…” she pants. “You’re…”
I’ve had enough. Grabbing her chin with my free hand, I crush my mouth to hers, tongue sweeping into the cavern of her mouth in perfect sync with the heel of my palm pressing against her most private area,hard.She squirms, as I expected, and the motions just make the feeling of my hand even firmer. There’s a second or two of fight left in her, readily apparent when she tries to push me away with her small hands on my shoulders, but it doesn’t last long. She’s needy, and that new emotion is too much for even her anger to overcome.
I pillage her mouth like I’ve never kissed anyone before, making sure to mark every centimeter of her sweet lips and mouth as mine. Shoving hands give up, wrapping around my neck as she sways into me, the movements of her hips grinding my hand against her still. She needs that pressure, I know, but I’m going to give her so much more than that.
The beach the terrace overlooks is private, and none of my house staff would dare disturb me when I’m with Skye, not with how shocked they looked to see me with a woman when we arrived. We’re out in the open here, but also completely alone, and I plan on making her come right here and now. Then we’ll see if she’s still so keen to leave.
Skye lets me undo the button of her shorts, pushing them down her legs until she can step out of them. I don’t break the kiss, wanting to keep her firmly in the fog of lust. I back her up slowly against the railing again, hands moving down the lines of her body until I can hook my thumbs in the waistband of her panties. We’re too close together for me to even see them, but I can feel that they are small and lacy, and I regret not being able to remove them with my teeth.
Fuck, this girl is going to be the death of me.
When her panties are around her knees, she turns her head away, pulling her mouth from mine. “Wait, Raoul—”
I press a finger against her mouth. “Hush. We’re alone, and I’m going to make you come. That’s it.”
She seems unsure, but I see her glance down at her bare pussy and where my fingers are stroking her skin only inches from it, and she makes a noise of pure want. “No actual sex?” she asks.
“Not today. Just my mouth on your pussy.” Now I slide my fingers over her slit, ever so softly, and her knees go weak.
I don’t wait for her approval now, sinking to my knees and holding her firmly with my hands on her thighs. My mouth is watering at the scent of her need filling the air when I coax her legs further apart, so she’s bracing herself with her hands on the railing with her hips canted towards me. Skye is swollen with need and about to jump out of her skin with the torrent of emotions no doubt running through her at this moment. It’s time for me to clear her mind of everything exceptme.
I could explore her with my fingers first, but something tells me she’s going to need a lighter touch. Leaning my head forward, I let my tongue part her lips, swirling it around her clit that is ready and waiting for me as soon as I do. The noise she makes is the most incredible thing I’ve ever heard, as if she’s never even imagined a sensation like this before.
There is no choice but to take it slowly, holding her in place and supporting a good portion of her weight with my hands on her thighs as I tongue every bit of her pussy, as patient as any man has ever been. When I lick deep into her, where my cock is desperate to be, Skye threads her fingers through my hair and tugs desperately.
“Oh my God,” she groans. “Raoul,please.”
I repeat the motion a few more times, and am rewarded by her fingernails scraping against my scalp. She gets wetter and wetter for me, the taste of her coating my tongue, sharp and sweet all at once.
It isn’t until I move back to her now-engorged clit that I feel the change in her body. Skye twitches with each lick, but when I wrap my lips around it and suck her entire body shudders, muscles seizing as her hands in my hair close into fists.
So that’s what is going to make her come, then. Me sucking on her clit.
I build her up to it, licking gently between sucking, but as she begins to thrust against me I put that pressure on her longer and longer. At this point she’s nearly sobbing my name, oblivious to the fact that we’re out in broad daylight. Her entire world has zeroed into my mouth on her pussy, just like I had planned.
What I hadn’t planned was how fucking hard I would be, but there was nothing to do about that now.
I think about sinking my fingers deep into her pussy, but I don’t want to overwhelm her, and it’s crystal clear Skye is about to come for me. Moving my hands to her asscheeks, I hold her as still as I can and suckle her relentlessly. No more gentle licks or tongue swirls, just a furious push towards her climax. She’s almost shaking out of my grip, frantic with how close she is, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting up now.
My persistence is awarded when she goes stiff, head thrown back and face towards the sky as she cries out. Skye comes hard, riding my face with abandon as she nearly soaks me, but her pleasure is the most incredible thing I’ve ever tasted. Growling against her pussy as she rides out the last of her climax, I’m more positive than ever that I can never let her go.
Chapter 4
Skye
Raoul helps me get dressed, which is a good thing since my mind is fuzzy and I’m pretty sure I’m not in control of my body anymore, either.
What just happened between us…what he just did to me…I’m absolutely spent, and any objections I had for him are long gone. How can I complain when he just ate me out on his patio and gave me the most intense orgasm of my entire life?
Not that I have much experience. All I’ve ever done before is touch myself discreetly beneath the covers, occasionally bringing myself to a small, unsatisfying climax. But even in my inexperience, I know that what just happened between us was special. Out of this world, even. I feel like a changed woman.
When he notices how out of it I am, Raoul laughs softly and sweeps me up into his arms. I’m happy to bury my face in his chest as he carries me to what I can only guess is his bedroom, breathing in the masculine scent of him and taking comfort in how gentle he is with me. Raoul doesn’t pressure me to go any further, which makes him all that much easier to trust.
From what I’ve seen thus far, his house is tastefully decorated, but his bedroom is the first place I’ve seen that screamsRaoul’s Home,to me. There are pictures on the wall of what I assume is family, some black and white and tattered with age. In the corner, there is an old classical guitar leaning on a stand, and a pile of vinyl albums next to a vintage record player. The walls are painted a dark, forest green, with the floors an equally dark cherry wood, and a huge king-sized bed occupying the center of the room. His bedding is, of course, black, made from shimmering silk and looking utterly luxurious. Thoughts of what we might do one those sheets make me feel heated all over again. As he sits me on the edge of it, I see the blatantly obvious bulge in the front of his pants…I’m getting an idea of how to reward him for his good behavior.
