32. In his bedroom
MICHELA
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Corrado’s head is between my legs, his arms encircling my thighs, effectively pinning me to the bed. Gently, he kisses my clit, and it starts pulsing, an echo of my beating heart. He kisses it again, lingering this time, then opens his lips and sucks the bud inside.
When his tongue touches my bud, the immediate pleasure makes me gasp and arch my back.
“I’ve been wanting to take a bite of your pussy for a while.” He clasps my clit between his lips, and then I feel his teeth. I tense up, afraid he’ll bite when he rakes it with his teeth. He does it again, and I’m on the edge, wondering if he’ll bite, but also enjoying the pleasure he’s giving me so much that when he starts to push a finger inside my tight channel, I don’t know if I’m in pain or pleased.
And so I beg. I beg him to make me come.
Corrado stops or pauses licking and fingering every time I moan loader, telling him I’m almost there. Frustrated, I want to lift my hips, create friction, and press my clit against his mouth, but his grip on me tightens even more, his fingers digging into my thighs.
Chuckling, he lifts his head, and I look down. “Oh, please.” I attempt to lift my hips to his mouth, but his biceps flex and his jaw hardens.
“You can play with your tits. But while I’m down here, I do whatever I want. Stop moving.” He uses his thumbs to pull back the swollen flesh around my hole and sticks his big tongue inside. He moans and starts tongue fucking me, giving me a preview of what it could feel if he put his dick inside me.
I grasp my breasts and hold them, then pinch my nipples, and when he growls louder, I do it again, thinking it turns him on.
It does.
So I sit up on my elbows and hold my breast toward my mouth. I lick the nipple.
Corrado licks my entire pussy from bottom to top and then goes back to the bottom. He moves past the pussy hole down to my lower hole and pokes it with his tongue. My eyes widen, and when he pokes it again, then pushes a finger inside there, I throw back my head and close my eyes.
“That a girl. Surrender.”
“Okay.” I exhale as he pushes inside my butthole.
“Good girl.” The finger never leaves my butt as Corrado licks my slit and clit, moving his mouth over it in a way that creates friction. A finger enters my pussy hole, and with his two fingers inside both my holes, his other hand holding me down, Corrado controls my body.
Surrender.
Within my holes, his fingers part so another finger can join my upper hole. I’m full and I’m his, and I’m no longer begging, no longer thinking. As his agile fingers work me the way a pianist plays notes, my mind clears of everything other than the pleasure this man wants to give me.
Two fingers inside my pussy curve up, his palm from the outside presses down, and he sucks on my clit, flicking his tongue over it rapidly. I come so hard, I bite my arm so as not to scream at the top of my lungs. My body shakes, my belly flutters, and I can feel the muscles in my channel pulsing and expelling my orgasm.
Corrado slows down his ministrations, lazily licking me now.
I can’t even lift my head, I can’t move, I can’t do anything. My body is completely limp. That’s why I don’t notice he’s crawled over me until his fists push down the mattress around my head. It takes an effort to open my eyes, but when I do, I’m glad because seeing this beautiful man caging me under him makes me smile.
When he bends his elbows, lowering his body over mine, I think he’ll kiss me. He doesn’t.
Instead, he says, “Open your mouth.”
I do, and he licks his glistening lips, gathering up my cum, then mixes it with his saliva and lets it drip into my mouth from his.
I receive it and swallow, tasting myself.
Oh my God.
That is the dirtiest thing I’d ever done.
Corrado lingers above me. The quiet after the storm that has passed creates an intimate moment I wish to savor and plant in my memory. Wide shoulders, mouth glistening with evidence of my pleasure, hair falling over his forehead.
“A million for your thoughts.”
I don’t correct him by saying it’s a penny. I’m sure he knows and says it his way anyway.
I swallow. “I’m thinking about how handsome you are.”
“And?”
“And how terrifying it is to be this attracted to you.”
“But?”
He wants me to bare my heart. I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. “But I want to experience you anyway.”
Corrado nods and then pushes off the bed. He sits beside me and takes a sip of my coffee. “Still warm. Very sweet.” He offers it to me. I sit up and take it.
He opens his mouth, thinks better of it, then starts putting on his socks and shoes. I should’ve kept my mouth shut too. Before, he knew I liked him, and now he knows how much. A single orgasm made me tell him my thoughts. If he can wrangle that out of me in a few days’ time, what will he take in a week? A month?
“I shouldn’t have made you dinner,” I blurt.
Corrado’s buttoning his shirt. It’s another black one. “You can’t help yourself. You want to do nice things for people, especially people who are good to you.”
“You’re bad for me.”
“I’m the worst.”
With that, he’s gone.
Half an hour later, I stand in front of the bathroom mirror with my messy hair and Corrado’s fingerprints on my thighs. As I turn and head into the shower, I glance over my shoulder and notice a smear on my asscheek. I wet a towel and move to wipe it, then realize it’s smeared writing.
A man’s handwriting I’m certain of it.
Corrado must’ve written on my bottom last night, and I must know what he wrote, but I can’t read it from up here. I look around the bathroom for my phone, then find it in my bedroom. When I open it, there’s a message from him: an image.
Next to a drawing of devil’s horns, the writing on my bottom says,
My dessert.
I recall him saying he’ll eat his dessert in private. This man… I sigh. This man really is the worst (best) ever.