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"Your skin is like silk," he whispers into my ear, his breath hot on my neck. His fingers trail down my arms, leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake. I shiver involuntarily.
"Let me take care of you," Philippe continues, his warm hands moving to my back. His deft fingers make quick work of unhooking my bra, and it falls away from my body, leaving me completely exposed to him. And yet, despite my vulnerability, I feel strangely empowered. This man, with his commanding authority, wants nothing more than to please me.
As if sensing my thoughts, Philippe steps closer, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me flush against him. "You are extraordinary," he tells me, his words filled with sincerity and reverence. "I am honored to be the one to worship you."
His free hand moves up to cup my breast, his thumb teasing my nipple until it hardens under his touch. A low moan escapes my lips as he dips his head down and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking and kneading it. The sensation is electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
"Philippe," I gasp, surprised by how good it feels. My hands grip his arms for support, my knees weak from the intensity of my arousal. He hums against my skin, increasing the sensations coursing through me, and I know I won't be able to hold back for long.
"Let go,cara mia," he encourages me, his voice husky with desire. "I want to see you tremble."
Feeling Philippe's hands on my hips, he gently pushes me back until I'm standing straight again. He looks up at me and commands me. "Stay standing like this," he murmurs, his voice deep and rich as dark chocolate.
"Philippe," I say, nervous about trying something new, "But the bed..."
"Trust me,cara mia," he reassures me, his eyes locked on mine. "I'll be gentle."
He lowers himself to his knees, placing one hand on my calf for support while the other teases its way up my inner thigh. My heart races, unsure what to expect but too entranced to pull away. His fingers trace patterns on my sensitive skin, making me shiver with desire.
"Perfect," – he whispers before leaning in and planting a soft kiss on my pussy. A gasp escapes my lips as his tongue flicks out, teasing me with delicate strokes. Each caress sends pleasure radiating through me, building into a crescendo of need that leaves me quivering.
"Philippe," I moan, clinging onto his shoulders for support. "It feels so good."
"I know," he grins, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "But it can feel even better."
He increases the intensity of his actions, his tongue sweeping over me with more purpose, driving me closer to the edge. My hands grip his hair, lost in the euphoria of his touch. The room melts away, leaving only the two of us in this moment of intimacy and passion.
He holds my ass tight with one hand, and his tongue inches deeper into my soaking wet pussy. To my surprise, he takes his other hand and begins tracing circles over my clitoris. I feel my pussy pulsate, and the tickle of pleasure grows to almost pain.
"Vieni per me" – come for me – Philippe urges, his words send me spiraling over the edge. My climax crashes over me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless and trembling in its wake.
"Sei stupenda"– you're amazing – he says, looking up at me with admiration. "Your body's response to my touch... it's a beautiful thing."
Still trembling from the intensity of my climax, I reach for the hem of Philippe's shirt, my fingers brushing against the taut muscles of his abdomen as I lift it over his head. His body is a work of art, honed to perfection. But what truly catches my attention is the elaborate mythological tattoo that coils around him, slithering from his arm, behind his neck, and down his back.
I want to know more about it but now is not the time. As I lean in to kiss him, our lips meeting in a passionate embrace, my hand slides down his chest and toward his waistband. This time, it's my turn to show him the fervor of my desire.
"Ti prego" – please – he gasps, permitting me to explore further. I sink to my knees as he rises to his feet, looking up at him as I take him into my mouth. He groans, threading his fingers through my hair as I work my magic, my eagerness to please him evident in every movement.
"Perfetta" – perfect – he praises, his breath hitching as I continue to arouse him. I take his cock deeper in my mouth until it's hitting the back of my throat, and as I suck it in short, timed intervals, he moans and raises his neck toward the sky, his eyes closed. His one hand weaves through my hair.
The other holds the back of my neck. He shoves his cock in deeper, thrusting, fucking my mouth. He grows big and hard, and I can't take him all in. I'm choking, gasping, but reveling in the power I hold over him in this moment. I crave more. I need to feel him inside me to experience the full culmination of our passion.
I take my hand and touch his hand gently. He pulls it away, and I release him.
"Come," I stand, guiding him towards the plush bed that occupies one corner of the room.
He follows and I gently push his chest, motioning at him to lie down. I slide over him, resting my knees on both sides of his hips and take his cock in my hand.
"Sei incredibile" – you're incredible – he groans, his hands gripping my breasts. I lean over, kiss him, still fondling his dick, before I tease it with the wetness dripping down my thighs. He moans and arches his back, trying to enter me.
"Condom?" he asks.
"Do you have one?"
He shakes his hand. "Never mind," I whisper. "We'll figure it out. I want you so fucking bad."
My words ignite a fire deep within him, and he grips my hips to inch himself into me. I gasped as I realized just how empty I felt without him filling me. The thickness of his cock is gratifying, and as I continue to move, he places his hands on my waist, taking us both higher and higher.
