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“But I’m going to be the first to touch your pretty, bare skin, aren’t I?” He pulls his hand away, and I moan, my eyes misting over from frustrated need as I nod.
“Good girl.” The way he says it makes me moan again as he reaches for the edge of my panties, his fingers grazing over the sharp line of my hipbones as he starts to slide the lace down my hips. “Such a good girl for me.”
I’m trembling by the time he gets my panties down to my thighs, the heat in his eyes, and the way he wets his lips with his tongue as he sees my bare, smooth skin making me clench and throb with arousal. “Please—” I whisper, not entirely sure what I’m begging for, but completely sure for the first time that Alessio will give it to me.
He slips the panties off, tossing them to one side as he spreads my legs wide again. My cheeks flush as I feel myself opening up to his gaze, wet and vulnerable, my skin hot from the way he’s looking at me. “So wet for me,” he murmurs, holding my thighs apart as he slowly strokes a fingertip over my clit, down through the slick wetness between my folds, and I let out a shuddering, gasping moan.
“You’ve been so good. Do you want to come on my fingers or my tongue for the first one,dolce?” His fingertip circles my clit again, and I let out a soft mewling sound, arching up into the touch.
“Fingers,” I whisper, closing my eyes. Iwanthis tongue—I want to know what it feels like, but a part of me is terrified of how good it will feel, of the intensity of it. “You’re going to make me come more than once?”
Alessio laughs, dark and promising, his finger rubbing softly over my wet flesh. “I’m going to make you come until you can’t any longer,bellisima.”
Another shudder of anticipation runs through me, and my fingers curl into the blankets as I look up at him with wide, expectant eyes. His fingers circle my clit, slowly first, and then faster, until I’m gasping and clawing at the blankets, so close to the edge that I hardly even realize how hard I’m biting my lower lip, my hips constantly arching upwards into his touch.
“Let go,dolce,” Alessio murmurs. “Good girl. Come for me.”
The sound of his voice sends me over the edge, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing into me as I moan and twist under his hand, his fingers skillfully carrying me through it. I feel his hand stroke against my hip as he croons encouragement, over and over, his fingers slowing as the climax starts to ebb.
“Good girl. Such a good girl.” He keeps murmuring it, pulling his fingers away from my oversensitive clit, still stroking my wet folds as he slips down between my thighs, spreading them wide enough that he can lay between them. “I’m going to let you rest for a moment, and then you’re going to come for me again.”
I whimper, nodding, but I don’t know how I’m going to bear it. The throbbing between my legs feels like almost too much, and I gasp when he gently kisses the inside of one thigh, brushing his lips upwards as the light stubble on his chin rasps against the soft skin there. He turns and does the same on the inside of my other thigh, still murmuring encouragement as I lie there, watching the handsome man between my legs in a sort of stunned amazement that this is happening at all.
Slowly, when he thinks I’ve rested enough, he nuzzles between my legs. I jump at the first touch of his lips against my folds, feeling the vibration of his groan as his mouth slides over my soaked flesh. “God, you taste so fucking good,” he murmurs, brushing his lips over my pussy again, still on the outer edges. “I’m going to devour you. I want you to come all over my fucking tongue—”
When his tongue slides between my folds, I nearly come undone. The sensation is so intense, so overwhelming, that I buck upwards, nearly dislodging him as I cry out with a gasp, and Alessio chuckles, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me in place. “Lie still,bellisima,” he orders, and something about the authoritative command pins me to the bed instantly, my breath coming in quick gasps as his tongue flutters around my entrance, lapping up my arousal before sliding higher, up to my swollen, sensitive clit.
“Oh! Oh—Alessio—” I cry out as his tongue slides over me there, wet and hot, the pleasure flooding me instantly. It feels like I’m going to come before he’s even barely begun, the soft heat driving me wild as he licks and flutters over the swollen flesh, and my hand finds his hair without thinking, fingers threading through it as I buck against his mouth. “I—I—”
“Yes,” he murmurs, pulling away just long enough to look up at me. “Come for me again, Gianna. Come all over my tongue so I can taste you.”
It feels so good—almosttoogood. I writhe against his mouth, crying out as he starts to flutter his tongue again, almost afraid to give in. But after a moment, there’s no choice. The pleasure is too much, building to a crescendo that I can’t fight, and the moan that escapes me turns into something close to a high-pitched scream as it washes over me in wave after wave.
I’m still trembling when I feel his fingers pressing against my entrance. My body instantly tries to clench around him, and Alessio brushes his lips over my thigh again, his fingers lightly rubbing against me.
“This will make it easier for you to take my cock,” he murmurs. “You’re almost certainly going to come again, Gianna. Just let go for me, alright? Be a good girl, and I’ll fuck you like you deserve.”
I feel tears welling at the edges of my eyes, overwhelming pleasure still shuddering through every muscle. When Alessio leans in, his lips closing around my clit as he starts to suck on the still pulsing, oversensitive flesh, I make a sound like nothing I’ve ever heard before. His lips are tight around me, his tongue fluttering again. For a moment, I don’t even realize he’s pushed two fingers inside of me until I register the sudden, sharp pain and the feeling of fullness, the strange sensation of something inside of me.
He holds his fingers very still for a moment, still sucking on my clit, and my hips start to move almost of their own accord, wanting more. It feels strange, but it feelsgood,too, the sharp pain already receding in favor of the building pleasure where his mouth is pressed against me. Slowly, the fingers start to move, sliding in and out with a sound that makes my face flush red with embarrassment, but I’m too far gone to care as much as maybe I should. My entire body feels like a raw, exposed nerve, pleasure thrumming over me, and I gasp as his fingers curl, sliding into me again as he presses against a spot that makes me cry out.
My body jackknifes under his touch, only his other hand on my hip, holding me down, keeping me from dislodging him as I come again. It’s not so much another orgasm as a steadily rolling wave of pleasure, ebbing and flowing again and again, until it feels as if it won’t stop—as if it might not ever stop.
I can feel him working his fingers inside of me, moving them, a third scissored into my drenched entrance as I cry out and twist against his hand. Alessio pulls back, concern in his face as he looks down at me.
“Too much?” he asks softly, and I shake my head. Itisalmost too much, but I want it. The feeling of his fingers inside of me, filling me up, just makes me want more.
“I want—” I moan again as his fingers slide back, nearly out of me, arching up before I can lose his touch. “I want you inside of me—”
Alessio groans, his fingers slipping out as he looks down at me. I can only imagine what I look like to him, naked and trembling, a wet, flushed, swollen mess between my thighs.
Slowly, he leans back, still kneeling between my legs. I start to close them, but he shakes his head, his hand pressing against my knee. “No, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his gaze hungry as it sweeps over me again. “I want to look at you just like this. So wet and ready for me. So fucking beautiful.”
His voice is rich and thick, dripping over me, and all I can do is watch breathlessly as he slides his shirt up, revealing a taut abdomen ridged with muscle, olive-skinned with dark hair spilling down his navel into the waist of his pants. I moan softly when he slides the shirt off, giving me a view of his bare, broad chest dusted with more dark hair and inked with tattoos. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a more gorgeous man, and I watch eagerly as he tosses the t-shirt aside and reaches to undo his belt, wanting to see the rest of him.
I gasp when his cock springs out, framed by muscled thighs, as Alessio slides off the remainder of his clothing, kneeling gorgeously naked between my legs. He reaches down, sliding his hand over his thick, straining cock once, and I can see that he’s already slick with pre-cum, his cock glistening in the light of the bedroom.
Slowly, he leans over me. I feel him brush against my inner thigh, hot and hard, as he bends to kiss me softly, his lips brushing over mine as he gently sucks my lower lip between his, the fingers of one hand caressing my cheek.
