29. At this point, Lino has blue balls
TWENTY-NINE
AT THIS POINT, LINO HAS BLUE BALLS
M y hand trembles on the keys as I enter the house, shrouded in darkness. Unlike last time, I don’t hesitate on the main floor and make my way up the stairs and to Lino’s bedroom with single-minded focus. Light streams under the threshold. After one sharp soft knock, I let myself in, need coursing through my veins and short-circuiting my rational mind.
Lino’s reading a book by the window, relaxed back in a lounge chair made of dark blue velvet. He hasn’t changed into more comfortable clothes, but the first three buttons of his white pressed shirt are open to reveal salt and pepper chest hair that makes me feel weak at the knees. His neat black slacks cling to his muscular thighs like second skin and I can’t wait to peel them off.
His steel-grey eyes focus on me when I close the door behind me. With deliberate movement, Lino bookmarks the page and discards it. His attention sets my skin on fire and I lick my lips. I wait for him and bask in his perusal, desire coating me and the room like a heady perfume.
I intentionally put on a short black dress that hugs my form and leaves my legs bare. The chilly night is long forgotten as Lino remains seated and silent. I squirm under his scrutiny but don’t make a move.
Lino lifts his index and middle finger and motions for me to approach, the gesture intentional and salacious. I bite my lip, smile coyly and obey, my heart buzzing with anticipation. When I’m within reaching distance, Lino’s patience frays. He grasps me by the back of my thighs and moves me to straddle him, my core lining up with his already hard cock.
We don’t kiss nor talk, suspended in the in-between.
Every other moment between us was pure opportunism.
This is intentional.
Secret.
Sacred.
“Hi,” I finally breathe.
“Hi, zitella .”
Lino removes his glasses and sets them down on the nearby table, then he drops his lips to my jaw in a barely there kiss, then his nose traces my throat. He takes a deep inhale and my eyes flutter close, my hands drifting to the silky strands of his dark hair.
“I missed you,” he whispers against my skin.
My heart beats against my ribcage and my throat closes. Words seem impossible, so I don’t talk. I frame his face with both hands, our eyes locking in their own kind of embrace. I hope he can read what I can’t say, how special this moment is and how precious he feels to me. Like a house of cards, my walls crumble as we keep looking into each other’s soul. Hope mixes with pain. Arousal mixes with caution. I’ll be brave for him. I’ll be brave with him.
Slowly, my lips descend on his. Eyes closed, I take in his taste, how his lips move unhurriedly, how his tongue caresses mine and how he lets me explore his mouth.
Arousal pools at the apex of my thighs as I get lost in this kiss. It shatters me and rewires my brain until all I can think about is how to feel good and make him feel good. My hips rock of their own accord and Lino groans into my mouth, spurring me to continue. When his hands travel down and grasp my ass with a fierce hold, I moan into his mouth, the bite of pain immediately replaced with pleasure as he kneads my cheeks. He continues his exploration of my body, going under the fabric of my dress, then stops, frozen in place.
“ Zitella ,” he admonishes. “Did you forget your panties?”
His eyes are molten and I give him a sheepish smile.
With expert and fast movements, Lino arranges my body until my stomach lies on his spread thighs. I don’t have time to brace as a hand slaps across my mouth and the other falls on my right ass cheek with a resounding smack. Lino lifts the dress up to reveal my bare skin and I can’t help the wave of embarrassment taking over.
“You deserve to be red with my handprints for being such a little tease. Now be quiet and take it, zitella . I know you want to. Your pussy’s weeping for it.”
His husky voice travels my skin, the words calming my raging emotions, at war between taking the pleasure at his hand and feeling like it’s too much.
I brace myself, the velvet fabric soft to my touch and helping anchor me when his hand lands again on my ass. Over and over, I moan as silently as I can as I take my first spanking at the hands of the man I thought was emotionless when I first met him.
He’s anything but.
His hard cock pokes at my stomach and I can hear how he grinds his teeth with every slap that lands on my body. I lay there and take it, relinquishing any sense of control I could have over the situation. With letting go, my body floats and my focus zeroes in on the burn on my ass cheeks and the need coursing through my veins.
“Please, Daddy,” I mumble under his hand.
I don’t know what I’m begging for, but Lino does, even if what I said was unintelligible.
His fingers glide up and down from my clit to my asshole, a totally new sensation that makes my toes curl. I let out a low mewl under the hand still planted to my mouth.
“Shhh, zitella . I’ll take care of you. Trust me.”
Lino inserts two digits into my cunt, so wet he finds no resistance and I writhe, mindless with pleasure . He removes them almost immediately, coating my puckered hole with my own arousal. He repeats the process a few times, then his thumb presses in while he spears my pussy with two fingers.
“Oh, God,” I cry . My voice might be muffled, but Lino’s throaty laugh adds to my desire, shame forgotten as if it never existed.
My head falls forwards and I press myself back onto his fingers.
“Look at you. So desperate for what I give you,” he muses.
The steady rise of my orgasm threatens to obliterate me, but neither of us stops. Lino doesn’t pick up his pace to make me come faster and I plateau for what feels like hours, ready to fall but not yet there.
When it becomes too much, I clasp his wrist with my hand, anchoring me to him, and move the other to touch my swollen clit.
Legs spread apart and making a mess of his pants, I come on Lino’s fingers like a storm, taking everything in its wake.
“That’s it, zitella . Come on Daddy’s fingers like the perfect girl you are.” His praise has my pussy clenching around the digits. “Oh, baby,” he teases. “Will you squeeze my cock as hard as you do my fingers when I give it to you?” His dirty words prolong the orgasm and fill my mind with images of his thick cock inside me and his cum all over me, marking me as his.
I nod mindlessly as pleasure recedes, leaving me boneless and satiated.
We move in sync. I sit on his lap and settle against his chest while Lino pets my hair with the hand that wasn’t inside me with slow strokes. He lets out a deep contented sigh, and my heart grows with pride. I’ve rarely seen him so carefree and comfortable. We both savour the calm of this moment until he breaks the silence.
“I’ve never felt like this before.” There’s wonder in his voice, and I look up at him, caressing his jaw, the back of his neck, everywhere my hands can reach without moving too much. I lose track of time, lost in him, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. The house is silent as I listen to him breathe and wait for him to share more of the pieces of his heart. He doesn’t, but his lips land on my forehead like I’m precious.
“I’ve never felt like this before, either, Lino,” I reply. “You make me feel so free. That has been a luxury I haven’t had so far.”
Lino frowns and I wince, not willing to bring my past into this moment with us.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks.
“Not now. My past isn’t very bright, but it has no place here. Right now, I just want to be with you.”
“You have me.”
Playfulness rears its head and I straddle him again, rubbing myself against him and leaving a mess on his crotch. We smile at each other like time doesn’t exist. One by one, I unfasten the buttons of his shirt and remove it, marvelling at Lino’s body.
“I want more of you,” I whisper before I kiss my way down his chest, stomach and settle on my knees, spreading his thighs to make space for me. “I haven’t done this a lot, but I want to make you feel good, Daddy.”
“You don’t have to suck my cock to do that, zitella ,” he croaks, but doesn’t stop me as I unbuckle his belt. My hands are steady when I lower the zipper down excruciatingly slowly and caress Lino over the fabric of his black boxer briefs. His cock thickens against my hand and my throat dries.
Lino’s hands are fisted at his side, like he wants to reach for me but forces himself to let me explore. With a lift of his hips, he helps me discard the rest of his clothes until he’s fully naked in front of me, at my mercy, while I’m still clothed. I feel powerful, and cherished as I explore him with my hands.
I take in the sight of him. Perfect muscled chest peppered with hair, a firm belly and thick thighs. His hard cock stands proud against his stomach and I lick my lips. I kiss his thighs and caress him with reverence, but I can’t keep my eyes off him.
“I love it when you look at me like you can’t wait to take me into your mouth, zitella . It’s good for my ego.”
“You don’t need me to boost your ego,” I laugh.
“You’d be surprised,” he answers.
I can’t believe anyone who spends time with him wouldn’t want to gorge themselves on his presence and his caring strength.
“I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” I breathe against his skin, “and yes, I can’t wait to take your cock in my mouth, Daddy.”
He groans and closes his eyes like the praise is as good as my mouth on him. I tentatively lick his engorged crown and his head falls back with a heavy sigh. Emboldened by his reaction, I lick the underside of his shaft, then down to his balls as I grip him with my hand.
“Oh yes, just like that. Tighter,” he moans.
I jerk him off with firm movements and take his balls into my mouth, licking and sucking. They tighten and Lino slaps a hand to his mouth to muffle his moans.
This is the hottest experience of my life. I can’t get enough.
I replace my tongue with a hand on his sack, the other encircling his girth. I take the crown into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard.
“That’s it, zitella . You’re doing so well. You’re making me feel so good.”
When I look up at him, his eyes are locked on me and where he disappears into my mouth. I keep eye contact as I take him deeper. Lino’s mouth opens on another low moan that’s fast becoming my favourite sound.
His hips buck, and I gag as he hits the back of my throat. I get off and cough, unused to the sensation, but come back for more.
“I’m sorry, zitella , I’ll take it slow,” Lino says.
I get into a rhythm and bob my head up and down Lino’s shaft. His breathing picks up, and a shiver rakes his body, goosebumps rising on his legs. I use my hands where my mouth can’t reach and relax my jaw to let him thrust into my mouth.
“You have to get off me, baby, I’m gonna come.”
My thighs are sticky with arousal as I imagine him coming into my mouth. I clasp his thigh and keep my pace, giving him the okay with my body. I want him to give me all he’s got.
His hands glide into my hair like he needs to touch me. He doesn’t fist it but simply rests them there. His muffled moans increase a split second before his hot salty cum hits my tongue.
Lino’s muffled cries fill my ears, my clit pulsating with need as I keep sucking him down, relishing in the power he just gave me.
“Stop, stop, stop. Oh my God, I’m so sensitive, zitella .” He tugs on my hair and I let him go, a beaming smile on my face.
“How did I do?” I ask, but he doesn’t reply. Instead, Lino drops to his knees and crashes his lips to mine. “You were perfect,” he mutters as he breaks our kiss.
His body covers mine on the floor as he continues to kiss my lips, my nose, my throat, and collarbone. With a deep sigh, he turns on his back and takes me with him. His whole body shakes with laughter and my smile grows until my cheeks ache.
“I haven’t come so hard in so long. Nor have I felt so… light.” His eyes find mine, the grey turned to moonlight with the satisfaction and peace of this moment. “You make me feel light, Vanessa.”
I blush and burrow my face into his chest, not ready to tell him that he makes me feel more than that.