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There is a huge floor to ceiling mirror behind us so I turn her to face it. She has to see just how much sense we make together.
“Alessandro,” she moans as I push my erection into her ass.
“Say my name again.”
She bites on her lower lip, “We should stop. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
I slide my hands from her waist, upwards to cup her breasts. She shivers when my thumbs graze their underside.
“We shouldn’t? Is that why you chose this sexy as sin dress? Was that your way of saying no?”
My hands slide higher, cupping her perfect tits through the fabric.
“Alessandro, please,” she moans.
Fuck.
“I love it when you moan,bella.”I take a step closer and with one hand maneuver us so I can press her against the table. This way she has something to hold on to but her eyes can still remain glued to the mirror.
My erection presses into her back. The height difference is a little ridiculous but I can work my way around it.
“We should stop,” she repeats.
“Do you mean that?” I ask as my hand moves up to wrap around her throat.
She shakes her head.
“Then you need to tell me your safeword,bambina.”
“Iris.”
I nod, “Good girl. Iris it is.”
My other hand slides to her soft pink lips, parting them before I slide my thumb into her mouth. Something about her following instructions just makes my cock harder.
She is shocked and turned on as I move my hips rubbing my erection against her.
Our eyes are locked through the mirror as she runs her tongue up and down my finger. I close my eyes briefly wishing it was some other part of me inside her soft warm wet mouth.
“Look at you, baby. How would you think we are anything less than perfection?”
Myprincipessa,as I have come to learn, is fueled by praise. I am not sure how well she does with degradation though, so I keep it in my back pocket to explore next time.
My words earn me a graze of her teeth which in turn makes my hand around her throat tighten. I want to slide my hand up that dress and confirm for myself just how wet and ready she really is.
Her eyes roll back as she takes my thumb deeper. I choke her harder. She bites down on my thumb and then her other hand grazes up her thigh. She slowly lifts the hem showing me a peak of white lace underneath.
I feel fucking feral.
I need to feel just how soaked her panties are.
I spin her around so fast, she has to blink twice in rapid succession just to keep her stability. “Lift your dress up so I can see just how wet you really are.”
She nods and lifts it. There is a wet spot already forming at the juncture of her thighs. I growl loudly, blood roaring in my ears.
“So fucking perfect.” My hand continues to rub the nape of her neck enjoying the way she shivers at my contact.
“Please touch me,” she whispers.
