She kisses me again, and her hands tangle in my hair, pulling hard enough to make my eyes water. I smile and bite her lip, just enough to make her feel it and heighten the pleasure.
“Do you want to come, Aurora?” I ask her when I break the kiss. I know she does—I can feel it in the way her body is tightening and in the way she’s dripping down my hand and over my arm. She’s so wet that my fingers make obscene noises as they move inside of her.
“I don’t…I don’t know,” she whines, her fingers tightening even more. At this point, she may rip the strands straight from my scalp.
“I want you to let go for me,” I beg her, picking up the pace inside of her. “Rilassati, mia piccola luna. Relax. Let yourself feel it.”
“It’s too much.”
My arm that has been wrapped around her hips lets go, and instead, my hand wraps around her throat. Her eyes fly open as I squeeze the sides of her neck.
“Occhi su di me.” Eyes on me. “Let go, sweet girl. Let your body have what it wants.”
She takes a deep breath, and I see it happen before I feel it. The flush spreads up her chest and neck. Her nipples harden further, and then her pussy convulses around my finger as she cries out her release.
I watch her. I soak up everything that’s happening to her body. Her eyes stay on me, and blood blooms where her teeth cut into her own lip. I pull her forward and suck that lip into my mouth, tasting the iron on my tongue. Slipping my finger free from her wetness when she’s calmed down, I bring my hand up.
“See how wet you are for me, Aurora?”
She looks at my hand, which is covered in her juices. And when I bring my fingers to my mouth, she licks her lips. Her taste fills my mouth, and I want to push her back onto the bed and lick her clean. I want the scent and taste of her in my mouth, on my beard, and dripping down my fucking chin.
“You taste so sweet. You did so good,” I praise. “You did perfectly. How do you feel, my love?”
“Like I want more,” she answers, her violet eyes locking with my own. “Like I want to touch you the way you’ve touched me.”
Her hand runs down my chest, her fingers catching on the buttons of my shirt. When she reaches my belt, she looks up at me like she needs permission. I give her a nod and watch as her pale fingers work quickly to get rid of what’s between us.
When she has the belt unbuckled and the top of my pants unbuttoned, she slowly pulls down the zipper. My cock is aching and leaking for her. I can see the wet spot where my precum has collected at the top of my boxers. I white-knuckle the chair as she takes her time, running just the tips of her fingers over the wet head and down further over my bulge, just as far as she can get until the crotch of my pants stops her.
“I want you to take these off,” she tells me. “I want to see you.”
“Whatever you want, princess.”
I grab her around her waist and lift her as I stand. We go over to the bed, and I gently sit her down on the edge. Her hands go to my shirt and help me unbutton it until I’m peeling it away and tossing it on the floor.
She touches my chest, running her fingers through the dark hair there before letting them wander down further over my pecs and abs. Her fingers move under the waistband of my boxers, and she gently pushes both them and my pants down at the same time.
When my cock bobs free, it almost smacks her in the face. Her eyes widen, and I take over getting my pants the rest of the way off, kicking my shoes and socks off at the same time. Within a few seconds, I’m standing in front of her, totally naked.
I’m the first man she’s ever seen, and so I stand there, letting her look her fill. Her hands are folded in her lap, and I reach down slowly, taking them in my own and laying them on my stomach.
“You can touch me,” I tell her. “My body is your body now. You can do whatever you want.”
“Will you tell me what you like?” she asks, looking up at me for reassurance. “I want to make this good for you, too.”
“Anything you do will feel good, I promise. But I’ll guide you.”
She nods, and then both of her hands move further down.
CHAPTER SIX
I can’t focus on anything but the way her skin feels on mine. And when she grips the base with both of her hands, I almost come apart right there. As she squeezes and pulls one hand toward my head, I guide her other to gently cup my balls.
When I look at her face, she’s just staring directly at my cock and the way the tip glistens with precum. She licks those lips again and then looks up at me.
“This is how you like my hands?” she asks as she continues to stroke me up and down. My hips are moving with the motions of her hand, and I reach down to show her she can squeeze me harder.
“You can be a little rough,” I tell her. “And this,” I explain as I rub the pad of her thumb over the underside of my head. My toes curl into the carpet, and goose bumps break out across my skin. “This is the most sensitive part.”
She smiles up at me, stroking me from base to tip and then running her thumb in tiny circles exactly where I showed her. And before I even see it coming, that soft pink tongue of hers darts out and licks the sticky arousal from my slit.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, grabbing her hair and trying my hardest to not shove my dick into her mouth.
She pulls back, her hands slapping the comforter, shocked at my response.
“You do not like it?” she asks, her eyes full of concern.
“No, no, dolcezza.” No, no, sweet one. “I like it very, very much. Too much.” I stroke her hair. “I’m trying to make sure I don’t lose control with you.”
“What do you want to do, Owen?” she asks as she goes back to touching me. This time, she doesn’t hesitate. She grabs me with confidence and strokes me with fervor as she sucks the head of my cock between her lips.
“I wanted to take ahold of this pretty hair and push my dick so deep into your throat that your eyes water and you struggle to breathe.” Her lips slip further down my shaft. “I’m torn between coming down that tight throat or saving it all to fill up that sweet pussy.”
She whimpers at that, and the noise vibrates against my cock. My balls tighten, and I know I’m close to losing it. Maybe if I finish in her mouth, I’ll be able to last longer when I fuck her for the first time.
“Bring your mouth to the tip and run that sweet tongue of yours through my slit,” I tell her, guiding her by moving her head with my hand. She listens well, doing exactly as I say. “I’m going to come in your mouth, Principessa.”
She nods, taking me back into her mouth fully until I hit the back of her throat. She gags softly, and it makes her throat squeeze around my dick. I hunch over, my balls drawing up tightly as the warmth begins to spread from deep in my groin through the rest of my body.
“I’m going to come inside your mouth,” I grunt between thrusts. She’s given up control and lets me use her mouth as I want. She has drool running out the sides of her mouth, and her eyes are beginning to tear up. Something in the back of my mind tells me to slow down, to take it easy on her. It’s her first time.
But I’m a man possessed. I can’t do anything but chase my orgasm.