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"Just...just...ahhh." I couldn't...
"Sorry... don't know what to do from here, baby, so you'd better tell me," he teased. I slapped his back in frustrated pleasure.
"Fuck me...ahhh...fuck me Alessandro!"
"Ahh, that's more like it, but I disagree."
I let out an almost painful whelp. He took me up and sent me crashing so far down, I could've killed him if I had the tools to. But I couldn't think of any way to sever his carotid artery than with the lips of my pussy, because that was the only spot in my mind now. My pussy was being tormented by his fingers and my knees had been threatening to close up and disallow entry not once or twice. He had to hold my rear thigh to keep them spread.
"Almost there now, tigre. Just breathe. Cum for me tigre." He guided me to my orgasm.
"Ohhh... Alessandro, if you see what I see..." I cried as my hands were still wrapped tightly around his back. I couldn't control my body movement any longer.
"What do you see, tigre?" He increased the pressure on my wet warm spot by just a tad, but it was enough to cause temporary shutdown of half of my brain. I could only cry out in pleasure.
For the next few seconds what I could see was indescribable. I tried to explain it in words, but the sounds emanated from my mouth were out of the rarities of human speech, barely understandable to even the speaker, however native I was to the language.
That's the language of the female orgasm.Discombobulated nonsense.When I opened my eyes, I found Alessandro staring athis fingers, before bringing them into his mouth and licking my juices clean.
Damn.
"Heavenly," he drawled, then he looked back at me.
"Oh, gosh; I hate it when..." I ran my hands over his shirt and began ridding the holes of their buttons. I hated it when I was completely naked and he was still dressed, like his body didn't matter to me. Fuck, I got turned on by even his hands! Imagine what his bare chest would do to me. When I pulled away his shirt, a nostalgic wave of need tugged its way into my brain.
Sweet dark tanned caramel. I decided though that I was going to undress him first before touching him. If the trouser material wasn't so thick, I might have ripped it off in frustration. Finally, after the pant struggle where I almost injured my hands out of sheer impatience. His boxers, I took down slowly just to tease him, leaving the hem on his tip, watching in marvel, how they bobbed up and down slowly. It was my turn to tease now.
"Mmmmh...such good dick." I hadn't fully sheathed him yet and when he tried to do it himself, I slapped his hands away. He got the memo and kept his hands to the bed, exposing his perfectly toned abdominal muscles. I'll come for those later. He seemed to have added a little more muscle than I knew him to have. More space to stain with my saliva.
I kissed his thighs and reached my hands through the tube of his boxers and grabbed the base of his cock. His groans filled mewith the desperate need to have his delicious meat inside me, but I fought it.
I'll have my pound of flesh.
I made sure the hem of his boxers rested flush on the under end of his pink tip and had that fabric move, generating enough friction to get his waist rolling out of its own accord, smiling when I did. He was beautiful, with his eyes closed, scrunched in concentration, trying to hold himself back from ravaging me on the spot, muscles tense, eyes twitching...pecs flexing.Beautiful.
I propped my face up and climbed onto him, pressing my breasts flush against his perspiring chest, the sound of impact hitting a sharp clap back. Grabbing his hair, I brought his face into mine and sucked his mouth deeply. I was glad that he was letting me do as I pleased with him, even though I doubted he'd let me do more than he could handle. We were just about to test that.
I wiggled my ass against his dick. That singular action freed him from his punishing hem and rubbed himself against my ass, the wet crack denying him access.
"Oh, fuck," he grunted and tried to align himself properly. Again, he made to hold me, but I took his hands off me and pinned them to the bed. I then proceeded to worship his body with my mouth, spreading my mouth everywhere, making sure to taste as much of him as possible. At the same time, as I started to descend to the lower parts of his body, I made sure his length was all over me.
"You'll be the death of me, tigre," he moaned when I sucked at his nipples.
"This is payback," I slurred and grabbed at his dick, making him grunt and thrust sharply forwards. "For leaving me with a baby." Using the tip of his cock, I stroked my pussy across the labia, drawing even more wetness from me and lubricating his turgid head. We both let out crescendos to the sensation.
"This is for kidnapping me." I stroked myself again...and again...and again, feeling my nerves relax for another release.
"Fuck, Sienna; you have to make love to me, that's how bloody sex works...ahh."
I stroked him again. "This is for calling me a poor gambling drunk." This time, with fluid rapidity, I continued to stroke myself with the tip of his dick, my face having contorted to the contractions my clit was experiencing. "You, sick psycho..." I drawled as his cock began splashing around the clear fluids that seeped out from my needy folds.
"Fucking...fuck..." I couldn't think, my head clouded, and the orgasm came hard.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," my voice broke into short wavy syllables as I came for the second time with him. And we hadn't even fucked.
I collapsed on his bare chest as I rasped in sync to his breathing.
"Sienna, you're crazy," he croaked.
