39. Matteo #3
“I’m not. I told you I’m not.” When I arch a brow and glare at her, she switches tones. “It’s a little achy. But not enough to force me into a celibacy that will make it hurt just as much every time you touch me. Fuck, Matteo. I’d rather be a nun than wait months between contact.”
“I can’t hurt you, la mia tigrotta.”
“Then don’t,” she bites back, her voice just as loud. “Give me this. Trust me enough to know I’d tell you to stop if it became too much. Let me choose for myself.”
I’m lost on what flashes through her eyes as she finishes her sentence, but I stop trying to decipher it when she slides her hand between her legs. The quickest brush of her fingertips over her clit almost sets her off, and I moan with her.
“Azra…” There’s no heat to my warning.
“If you’re not going to touch me, I guess I’ll have to touch myself.”
As she coats her fingers with the residue of the wetness between her legs, she scrapes her teeth across her lower lip, marking them as well as I marked her pussy.
Her shoulder blades meet when she stuffs two fingers inside herself and circles her clit with her thumb.
The visual is so enticing that before I can tell myself to sit back and enjoy the show, I circle my hand around my shaft and give it a long, purposeful tug.
“Are you… Oh god, are you stroking your cock?”
“Keep going,” I instruct when she freezes, as mesmerized by my solo expedition as I am by hers. “Show me how bad you want this.” I flex my cock at the close of my sentence.
Water splashes over the rim of the tub, and the sheen on her fingertips can’t be mistaken for bath oil. She’s wet enough for the scent of her clenching cunt to fill the room, and for me to stroke my cock without remorse.
Pre-cum leaks from the tip like a tap when she cups her breast with her spare hand. As she finger-fucks herself, she rolls her nipple between her index finger and thumb.
“Let me see you,” Azra demands several pumps later.
Oily water slides down the ridges of my body when I stand so abruptly that I almost slip.
Azra doesn’t panic. She only laughs.
Her carefree, pain-free laughter steals the last of my negative thoughts. I ski down the oversized tub, stroking my cock with every slide of my feet over the slippery surface.
Within seconds, my cock’s head is an inch from Azra’s beautiful face, and the scent of her delicious cunt filters through the air.
My balls clench when she slides her thumb over the crest of my cock, gathering the sticky droplet at the end. I growl. Her eagerness to taste me could kill an immortal.
As Azra stuffs her thumb into her mouth to suck it clean, I jack myself off to the rhythm of her plunging fingers. Over time, the slickness coating her fingers increases as her race to climax intensifies.
“Tilt your hips forward. Let me watch you fuck yourself.”
Digging the pads of her feet into the bathtub’s rim, she arches her back.
I growl again. The visual… fuck.
“Are you close?”
“Yes,” she murmurs breathlessly, her eyelids fluttering closed. “So close.”
Her fingers slide in and out of her glistening pussy for several long minutes before the tension becomes too much.
My knees sink into the now cool water, and with my fingers clutching her thighs, I swipe my tongue over her clit before stuffing it between her thrusting fingers.
Two licks are all it takes to send her free-falling into ecstasy.
“Matteo…”
Her thighs hug my head as the most seductive fucking noises I’ve ever heard bounce around the bathroom. She moans on repeat as her body shudders through a brutal orgasm.
I taper the greed and pressure of my licks, but I don’t halt them altogether. That’s orgasm one of the hundred I’ll need to feel comfortable moving this anywhere close to penetrating her.
Azra’s eyes pop back open as I glide my thumb over her sensitive nub at the apex of her delicious-smelling pussy, and then I remove her fingers from her clenching cunt to suck them clean.
I clean up every bit of residue from her climax before attempting to coerce another one out of her. I blow a hot breath over her clit before I poke my tongue deep inside her.
She bucks against my mouth when I brace my thumb at her opening, and since her moans are more in pleasure than pain, I tongue her clit before slowly pushing my thumb inside.
A growl rumbles up my chest.
“So fucking tight.” I swivel my thumb while placing the perfect amount of pressure to her clit. “Does it hurt?”
“No,” she immediately answers, hands in my hair.
She pulls my mouth back to her pussy, shuddering when my chuckles rumble through her core. I adjust the tilt of her hips before switching my thumb for two fingers. It’s a snug fit, impossibly so, but with the new angle, I can massage her G-spot while my tongue toys with her clit.
“Oh…”
As I relentlessly circle her clit with my tongue, her hips gyrate. She’s more fucking my mouth than letting my fingers do all the work. She takes what she needs, and I’m here for every damn minute of it.
I’m so enamored by the idea of her riding my face that seconds after she finishes shaking through another climax, I toss her over my shoulder, ski out of the bathroom, then throw her onto the bed.