CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE #3
And then he started eating me. I threw back my head and moaned as he basically attacked me with his tongue.
He lapped up the whipped cream everywhere except on my clit, before pushing his tongue inside me.
“Mmm,” he groaned as he fucked me with his tongue, the in and out motion symbolizing what his cock would be doing later on.
He sucked and licked inside, too, making sure to get every last bit of cream.
He made eye contact as he lifted his head up and licked his lips.
My chest was heaving as I tingled with the feeling of a rapidly approaching climax.
He moved up to my clit and devoured the cream there, but he made sure to circle the clit, never actually giving me what I needed there.
“Please, Paolo,” I begged, my body tight with desire, needing to come.
But he ignored me. He moved up my body and covered my breasts with whipped cream next, then took his time cleaning it off me with his tongue. He re-applied more to my nipples at least three times before I lost count, as I started to sob with need.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He moved until he was propped on his elbows, one on either side of my head. He looked down at me, gray eyes intense as he observed the need that had to be written all over my face. He then filled my mouth with the cream and kissed me with ravenous need, leaving me breathless.
“I love having you helpless like this,” he murmured between deep, intoxicating kisses. “You have no choice but to take what I give you; to do what I want you to.”
I would do whatever he wanted me to anyway, but I wasn’t going to spoil his fantasy.
He grinned at me. “I think you’ve earned the right to come. What do you think?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, please.”
He chuckled as he covered my clit with whipped cream once more before suckling and licking until I was a mess, screaming as the waves broke over me, crashing through my body over and over again.
I had never come so long or so hard in my life.
When I was finished, I lay there panting, my arms and legs too weak to stay up if they hadn’t been tied in position.
Then he did it again.
And again.
“Oh God,” I screamed as he sucked me until I came once more. “That’s enough. Please. Paolo, that’s enough.”
“I told you that you’d beg me to stop.” His smile was lazy, sexy. “And now I get to play again.”
He quickly untied me and my limbs dropped like rocks onto the bed. Then he moved his beautiful, well-honed body over me, thrust deeply inside me, and yelled out my name. “Fuck, Jelly. You’ve got the best goddamn pussy in the world.”
Then he flipped me over on my stomach, pulled me by my hips, and said, “Face down, ass up, baby.”
I did my best to comply, almost too exhausted to move.
He smacked my ass. “Higher.” I wiggled my butt in the air, trying to get it as high up as I could.
He grabbed my hips, got behind me, and then fucked me hard and fast, pumping into me like a piston, single-minded as he grunted out his pleasure.
“I’m going to come,” he shouted. He reached around and pinched my clit in pulses until I screamed.
Fuuuuck,” he moaned as he emptied himself inside me.
I collapsed and he flopped down beside me, both of us sweaty, exhausted, limp, and sated. I wasn’t sure how long I lay there, going in and out of sleep, before he carried me into the bathroom and held me in the shower, cleaning me gently and methodically.
“I thought you said you were going to go slow and take your time,” I reminded him.
He grinned sheepishly, water tracking down his face and beading in his beautiful eyelashes. “Yeah, I couldn’t. That’ll have to happen another time.”
He dried me off, taking his time and making me feel… loved.
I was so tired, I fell asleep immediately after he carried me back to the bed.
I woke to the sound of birdsong and bright sunshine filtering through the curtains.
I knew it must be late in the morning but didn’t care.
I was wrapped in Paolo’s arms, my head on his chest as he still slept soundly beneath me.
I could hear his heartbeat, and the comforting sound almost lulled me back to sleep.
I couldn’t remember ever feeling like this about someone before.
I knew Paolo. I’d seen him as both a man, who I was very attracted to, and a doctor, who I respected and admired.
I’d become friends with him, in a way, over these past months that we’d been in each other’s orbit.
On the periphery of each other’s lives, we’d begun to discover things about one another that drew us in.
It wasn’t just about physical appearance or chemistry anymore, and it hadn’t been for a while.
But then the auction happened, and I felt like my world had been blown apart.
I’d learned how to keep people at a distance.
Besides Nadine, her mama, and a handful of friends I’d made in the past couple of years, trusting people had never turned out well for me.
So, I was careful who I let in. Paolo did not tick the boxes for someone I’d usually let into my inner circle.
He’d been upfront with me. From the very start of our relationship, he’d made it clear that he didn’t see me as an equal because of the different levels of society we mixed with.
He didn’t try to hide his snobbery, whether it came from his upbringing or not.
And yet… I was falling for him. I knew I shouldn’t. I knew it wasn’t a good idea. I knew it probably wouldn’t end well for me. But sometimes our hearts just go on and do it anyway, without our permission.
“What are you thinking about?” his drowsy voice rumbled in my ear from his chest.
I was so tired. I could barely keep my eyes open. Maybe that’s why I whispered, “I don’t want to fall for you,” before I fell back asleep in his arms.