“Mm, yes.” I was growing harder by the second watching her watching me. From this angle I could just see the lace covering her cute little ass. “Spread your legs, vita mia. I want to see if I’ve made you wet yet.”
She bit her lip, hesitated, then opened her legs. And then it was my turn to groan, because the unmistakable sign of her arousal had already dampened the lace.
“Touch yourself,” I whispered, leaning back in my chair. “I want to watch.”
Heat flared in her eyes at that command, and she licked her lips. Slowly, she brought one hand forward and pressed her fingers against her clit, right over that wet spot, and sighed. Holding my gaze, she trailed her fingers up and down the lace at her slit, teasing me with every pass.
“Does that feel good?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“How good?”
“So good.”
“Do you want more?”
She nodded.
“Slide your fingers under the lace. Tell me how wet you really are.”
She did as I said, and I knew the second her fingers passed over her slippery clit, because her whole body trembled, and she sighed long and deep.
I watched as she stroked herself. As her body relaxed and she closed her eyes and dropped her head back, giving in to the pleasure. Unable to stand the pressure in my groin, I flicked the button at my waist free and pulled the zipper down. Then I pushed out of my chair, dropped to my knees on the carpet, and crawled toward her.
“Mm, angioletto. I can smell how hot you are for me.” I placed my hands on both sides of her and leaned in close, brushing my lips against her neck as she continued to touch herself. “That’s so sexy. Dio, you make me so hard.”
I nipped at her throat, then worked my way down her body until my face was close to her strumming fingers and I could hook my thumbs in the lace at her hips.
“Lift,” I commanded, tugging at the lace.
She did as I said, and as I pulled her panties down her legs, I got my first look at her pussy—already slick with her juices, swollen from her fingers, and all but begging for my tongue.
I breathed in the sweet scent of her arousal, pushed her thighs wider apart, and dropped to my elbows. “Keep doing exactly what you’re doing. Don’t stop.”
Her fingers passed over her clit, but I zeroed in on her pussy. Leaning in close, I extended my tongue, licked all around her opening, then pressed in as deep as I could reach.
“Oh God, Luc...” Her whole body tensed, and she fell back onto the carpet, then reached down with her free hand and slid her fingers into my hair. “Yes....”
She lifted her hips, pressing her gorgeous pussy against my tongue. As her fingers moved faster against her clit, I fucked her with my tongue, my hands on her thighs holding her still, my aching cock twitching and pulsing with every one of her moans.
The orgasm hit her hard and fast, and when she climaxed, her back arched, and her tight little pussy contracted around my tongue.
Her hands fell to the carpet. As the aftershocks rolled over her, I licked all around her sex, up and over her clit, loving the way she twitched and moaned until she was limp beneath me and breathing hard.
“Mi fai impazzire, amore mio,” I muttered as I kissed my way up her flat belly, over the tank at her breasts and across her throat until I found her mouth.
She opened the second my lips brushed hers, coming alert beneath me. Her tongue snaked out and flicked mine as her hands slid into my hair and she pulled me down on top of her.
“Luc... Ah God, Luc...” She flexed her hips and pressed all that sultry heat between her legs right against my bulging erection. “I want you. Mm, I need you inside me.”
Her plea was like a spark to gunpowder. Frantic, I kissed her deeper as I reached down and freed myself from my jeans then pushed her legs apart and moved in close.
“Say it again.” I grasped my cock at the base and rubbed the head up and down her glistening slit. Breathing hotly over her lips, I whispered, “Beg for me to fuck you, angioletto. Tell me how much you need me.”
She moaned, grasped my face tight in her hands, and lifted her head to kiss me again. “God, I need you.” She flexed her hips, trying to force me inside, taunting me with her wet heat. “Please. Fuck me, Luc. Fuck me hard. I need it. I need you.”
I couldn’t hold out any longer. I drove hard inside her, not stopping until I bottomed out and her sweet little gasp filled my ears.
I groaned at the slick, hot feel of her tight, perfect channel stretching around me. Her whole body shook as her muscles contracted, then slowly released.
Fuck, I would never tire of this. Of the way she responded every time I filled her. As if it was the first time. As if she’d been waiting for me her whole life. As if right here, buried deep inside her, was where I was meant to be.
I wanted to stay exactly where I was, but my body urged me to move. My cock twitched with the need to feel her pussy spasm in pleasure. Unable to hold back, I slowly drew out, feeling her channel tighten around me.
She groaned, and her head fell back against the carpet. Her fingertips dug into my biceps, and she flexed her hips as if trying to hold me inside. “Oh, God, more. Please, more.”
I shoved in deep all over again, fueled by her pleas. She moaned and lifted her legs, encouraging me to drive deeper. With every contraction and pulse, I could feel my orgasm rising, but I didn’t want to come yet. I wanted to watch her. I wanted to make her fly apart as many times as I could. I wanted to remind her that I was the only one who could fire her up as hot as the sun, then send her spinning into a million pieces.
I picked up my pace, fucking her hard and deep, desperate to watch that happen right here beneath me. “Do you feel that, angioletto? Do you feel how good that is?”
“Oh, yes...” She tossed her head on the carpet, her eyes closed, her silky curls fanning all around her. Her hands drifted to my ribs as I pushed her knees toward her chest, as I fucked her faster. “It’s so good.”
I knew it felt good. Every time with her was good. Better than the last. “I’m going to make you feel even better.” I drove into her, striking that spot again and again that I knew made her absolutely wild. “You know that, don’t you?”
“Oh God, yes.” She threw her head back, pressing her breasts against my chest. “More. There, Luc. Right, there...”
I drove home again and again, giving her exactly what she wanted. And when I felt her body tense all around me, I knew she couldn’t hold back. I thrust even faster. “I want you to come, vita mia. I want you to come all around my cock. Right now...”
Her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vise, and when the pleasure slammed into her, I felt it echo in my own body.
My balls drew up tight, and electricity shot down my spine. I ground my teeth and willed myself not to come as I kept thrusting, wanting her to ride the wave. It wasn’t until I felt her slide under and relax all around me that I realized I’d been holding my breath.
I sucked in air and dropped my forehead against her chest. Very carefully, I slid out of her, even though all my body screamed for me to do was drive deep. Just a handful of times. That was all it would take to make me explode.
“Oh God...” Her fingers trailed through my hair. “That was amazing.”
I pressed my lips against her collarbone. “You liked that, huh?”