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She was exposed to him, her wet pussy, her legs spread out as far as she could, with the man of her dreams studying the insides of her thighs before moving languidly toward that spectacular bundle of nerves. She laid her head back against the cushion and stared up into the dark as her chest heaved with beautiful anticipation.
“Shh, darling,” he purred before her, her lower half shaking from the brush of his warm breath against her skin. “I’m going to take care of you, baby. Just relax.”
Violet wanted to tell him how impossible that was when he was sitting there, a portrait of absolute erotic perfection, between her legs like a peasant ready to worship his queen … but he had already stuck his tongue out and was licking from the bottom all the way up.
“Oh, fuck!”
The entire scope of her folds was inhumanly sensitive. She would later lament that it had to do with her lack of attention toward herself, but innately, she knew that it was their connection. His tongue lapped up her juices from bottom to top, top to bottom, experimenting with pressure and patterns to locate the ultimate rhythm that would be her undoing.
Violet let herself completely lose it, her bodily instincts taking the helm and thrusting her hips against his face when he found the sweet spot of her desire. She moaned, her climax building quickly and dramatically.
“Oh, Franco, my God, I’m already close …”
“Mmm,” he groaned into her pussy, sending a low-frequency vibration through her core that he had nestled his entire mouth against. “You are so beautiful.”
Franco maintained the pace, flicking his tongue against her bud with insatiable speed and grinding his chin in even and firm circles. He had found the personalized nature of her bodily needs the way a musician finds the precise harmony, and she was ready to sing at any second.
Violet’s orgasm built steadily, with not a trace of a pullback, which meant it was going to be an intense drop. Her thoughts evaporated like rain into the ocean, the slate wiped clean as her first climax of the night rocketed through her body.
“FRANCO! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!”
She rocked against his face with her hips, her nails buried deep into the back of his neck, her voice a gritty rasp as her teeth clenched. Stars glittered along her spine and spread out like branches of a tree as she disappeared from the earth for a few glorious moments, then eventually plopped back into reality, a whimpering, red-flushed pile of floppy limbs.
“Franco, Franco,” she repeated his name like a mantra as he released his mouth from her core. “Oh my God, Franco!”
Her body was limp and beyond satisfied. She felt euphoric as she noticed Franco climb to his feet, unbutton his shirt, and eventually, his pants. Her head bobbed on her shoulders like a doll at rest.
Franco then came to her, assisting her to her feet like a gentleman. He helped her keep her balance as he held her waist, then unzipped the back of her dress in a steady romantic gesture. Violet felt like they were dancing through the atmosphere.
“I need you naked,” he whispered.
He gently removed her dress, placing it on the couch with careful attention, then unclasped her bra. Violet gasped with relief as her bountiful breasts hung loose, her silhouette cast across the wall.
“God,” he purred, bending his head to her bosom. “You are so lovely.” Her tiger preened from the compliment.
He kissed each one of her breasts like they were made of gold. Then he stealthily slipped her nipples into his mouth and suckled on them with a tenderness Violet had never experienced. She kissed his shoulders as another wave of arousal surged through her body.
“I want you, Franco,” she crooned as she peppered his neck with kisses. “I want you inside me.”
He moved from her breasts, then guided her with two hands toward the bed. Their eyes were locked as he backed her against the California king. She lay down, feeling like a nude model presenting herself to the artist.
When he crawled on top of her, she finally saw his cock in its full, succulent form. It was thick and veiny but not so big that it was intimidating. She knew he could get the job done, and she thought it was gorgeous because it was attached to him.
Violet lay on her back, dropping her head onto a feathery pillow as he crawled over her and hovered briefly. The first orgasm had calmed the urgency somewhat, replaced by a serenity and keen vulnerability. Her heart thudded as she once again parted her legs for him, watching as he grasped the base of his shaft and guided himself inside her silky warmth.
They groaned in unison as his size filled her. He was careful and compassionate as he lowered his strong body on top of hers, settling his arms next to her head and watching her expressions. He thrust slowly, and Violet felt like her insides were plushy.
“Oh, yes,” she groaned.
Violet wrapped her legs around Franco’s thick waist, pulling him closer and eagerly wanting him to go deeper. He moaned in response to her upward thrust, burying his face in the nape of her neck as he picked up the speed.
“You feel incredible, Violet,” he murmured.
Time seemed nonexistent as she once more ran the tips of her nails over Franco’s neck, shoulders, and back, listening to the wonderful sound of his sharp intakes of breath as his cock moved toward its own crescendo.
She breathed along with him as another climax began to build, fast and easy, her hips bucking upward into his manhood with blunt thrusts as the salacious slapping of skin emanated through the suite.
Violet felt dirty, but there was no shame within that. She was exposed in more ways than one but welcomed it. At that moment, their movements swayed as one just before her orgasm bloomed through her body. The man Gerri had set her up with wasn’t just fucking her … they were making love.
