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Tearing my mouth away, I breathe air into my lungs as we stare at one another and capture his mouth again, gasping when he tightens his hold on me and starts to move somewhere, every movement pushing his hard-on into my clit. Hot flushes slide through me, my core dampening, and I hate our clothes for preventing us from truly touching each other.
Even them separating us is unacceptable.
His lips drop to my neck, traveling to my shoulder, and the strap of my dress skates down my arm, my nipples poking out from the cloth, and a moan escapes me because they’ve been extremely sensitive lately, and wearing lingerie is a chore, so I gave up. They are probably sticking out through the dress, showing him how much he arouses me, and my whole being begs for him to bring me pleasure where eternal bliss can consume me.
“Florian. I changed my mind,” I pant as he bites on my shoulder, his teeth sinking into my skin and making me jerk in his arms. “Please do something.” My pleas fall on deaf ears, though, as he locks us in a deep and hot kiss once again, our tongues entwining and mimicking the art of lovemaking that pours gasoline in the fire growing in the pit of my stomach, and hugging him closer, I shift my hips a little, tapping my clit against his thick bulge, and almost see stars.
If he can just…
My ass touches a flat surface and I gulp in surprise when he steps back a little, both of us panting, and I finally look around.
He placed me on the dining table as the dim light mixing with moonlight streaming through the huge window transforms the energy around us into something sinister and forbidden, urging us to indulge in all our vices and promising rewards that my body will gladly accept. Thunder beams outside, followed by lightning gracing the sky, and the rain intensifies, the storm matching the complete chaos in my soul that aches for one thing only.
Florian.
My gaze slides over his majestic and perfect form, his bare chest with tan skin and carved six-pack along with mouthwatering, wide shoulders.
His eyes shimmer in the light, the possessive glint in them unmistakable, but something else flickers in them as well.
Viciousness and determination, and my core spasms just imaging what his punishment for denying his claim on me entails.
My man reminds me of an ancient warrior and the green monster rears its head inside me, the idea of any other woman appreciating him like this awakens my own possessiveness that shocks me and yet it won’t be denied.
Putting my hands behind me to keep myself balanced on the table, I hold his eyes when I say, “You’re mine.” I think I’m starting to understand why all the men in my family like to repeat this phrase so much.
Heat flares in his emerald orbs. He grabs my thighs, moving them apart and making room for himself. He crumples the hem of my dress in his hand and starts to slide it upward while lust drums between us, my body shivering at the contact. “You are right. I am yours.” The sense of pressure disappears from my chest and an odd sense of joy replaces it at hearing him say that, which is so ridiculous and unhealthy. This is not how a sane relationship should be like. “Do you want me to prove it to you, princess?” His hands reach my hips and we both glance down at my sodden lacy panties stuck to my core, and my cheeks heat up. “Ah, look at you all wet and needy for your man.” I expect him to touch me there but instead, his hand drifts around my hip and skims up my back, settling on the zipper. “What does my pussy need, Jimena?” He starts to slowly pull at the zipper and the dress slides down. “My fingers probing it deep?” The air hitches in my throat at his barely audible hushed whisper. “Or maybe my tongue licking it clean until nothing but me remains in this pretty head of yours?” He pulls on the dress hard and it falls down my waist, exposing my breasts to him, and a smile curves his mouth when a whimper slips past my lips. “Or should I forget all the foreplay and just fuck you hard on this table until your throat becomes hoarse?” He cups my breasts, squeezing them in his hands, and I moan when his thumbs brush over my sensitive nipples. “Paint this pussy with my cum so you have no doubts about who owns it.” I lean back farther as he lifts my breast to his mouth and sucks on the tight peak, my fingers curling around the edge of the wood as fire slides down my veins while he flicks his tongue back and forth, playing with my nipple but not really giving it any relief.
“Florian, please.” I’m not sure if I’m begging him to stop this torture or prolong it, but he sucks on it hard to the point of pain, only for my sob to echo in the room when he delivers one last lick and shifts to the other one, repeating his actions. Fisting his hair and pressing him to me, I try to lock my legs around him, but his other hand quickly falls to my hip, keeping me firmly in place, and my starved-for-his-attention body goes insane with need.
My fantasies have been enough of a foreplay, my core desperately demands for him to enter me and end this all-consuming fire burning everything in its wake.
“Please what, princess?” he asks, leaving small kisses on my breasts before trapping my other nipple with his teeth, the light sting shooting desire straight to my core. “Voice your wish.”
“I want your cock.” My palm slides down between us and I cup his thick bulge, rubbing up over his length, and his grip on my hip becomes almost painful. I gather all the courage and add, despite shyness clogging my throat, “Fuck me hard please, Florian.”
He stills at this and straightens up, his muscles growing rigid against me, and he kisses me again, devouring my mouth while he covers my core, the heel of his palm pressing on my clit as he drags his fingers through my folds, pushing my panties harsher into me and drenching them completely. “You’ve missed me, princess?” I nod. “I’m going to fuck you.” I sigh in relief, only to groan when he gently pushes me until I’m lying flat on my back, seeing our shadows on the ceiling and my lust only increases at the sight of it. “First, though, I’m going to taste you. You’ve denied me long enough. I’m starved, love.”
He takes off my heels, kissing the soles of my feet, and the touch is so soft compared to anything else, it makes me smile. He puts them on the edge of the table and opens my legs wide, hooking his thumbs in my panties and ripping them off, his hot breath fanning my core. Fisting the skirt of my dress, I arch my back and beg, “Please.”
He scrapes the inside of my thighs with his teeth before sucking on the skin and brushing his light stubble over my sensitive flesh. “There is nothing hotter than seeing you burning for me.” His palms slide under my ass and clench hard as he places his mouth on me, invading me with his tongue, and I sob, twisting my fingers in his hair while electric volts charge me and dump me straight into the fire of his creation.
He lifts my hips up, probing me deep as if he’s reminding me about the pleasure he’s capable of giving me, all the while ravishing me in the most sweetest and hottest way.
He flicks his tongue through my folds before licking them and nibbling on my clit, and my hips shoot up only for him to keep me steady in his grip as scorching heat hits me in waves. Combined with the cold air nipping at my nipples, I’m afraid I might burst at any moment.
Coating my clit in his saliva, he skims his lips back down and roams his tongue through me as I sob and writhe underneath him.
I hike my leg up, putting it on his back, and tug at his hair harder, which results in a groan that sends vibration all over me, adding to the tickling sensations spreading through me in spades. Matching his maddening rhythm, I start to raise my hips, grinding on his tongue, and the friction increases the tension inside me, my skin growing taut. Lacing my hands in his hair, I ride his tongue and the lust threatens to break me apart in his arms, but what a sweet thing it would be.
“No, no, no.” I whimper when he slowly slips out his tongue and licks me up again, his hand skimming to my core, and he pinches my lips right before he bites on them, and I cry out, “I can’t.” He sucks and licks some more while his thumb presses on my clit, and the double dose of sensations push me so hard to the edge, the pleasure becomes almost within my reach. “Not like this, Florian,” I beg, my thighs clamps around his head while he laps at me. Despite knowing he can easily get me off like this for hours, I want him inside me after such a long separation and rather disastrous evening. “Please.”
Tickling sensations rush through me once more when he kisses my center and rubs his chin on my navel, smearing my juices all over me, only to make me moan when he straightens up, all his handsome male glory on display for me, the wild look in his eyes making my need torturous. “Florian.”
He unhooks his belt with a loud whoosh and drops it on the floor before he unzips his pants, the sound mixing with the thunder echoing outside, and I whimper at the sight of his hard length spraining free, my core squeezing just remembering having it inside me.
On instinct, I lick my lips when I see the precum leaking from the tip, and he hisses through his teeth, “Ah, Princes. You had me in your mouth once and you’re already begging for another taste.” He strokes his cock from base to tip and pulls me upward with his free hand as he nestles between my legs, and my arms wrap around his neck. His hot palm skims from my waist to my collarbone. “I promise you, later on tonight I’ll come down this pretty throat and let you play and explore for as long as you want.”
“Oh God,” I whisper, the images flashing in my head intensifying the lust consuming me because I so want to do that.
