Chapter 22 #3
She hums as she does as ordered, her hand finding all the sensitive areas of her body. And when I tell her to brush her fingers over her nipples, she lets out a little squeak, almost as if surprised by how good it feels.
“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” She shakes her head and brushes her nipple again, the pebble so razor-sharp it looks like it might poke a hole through her white tank top. “Does that feel good?”
“So good,” she moans.
“Good. Now pinch it for me.”
She doesn’t have time to think the order through before following it to a T. This time, she doesn’t squeak… she purrs.
Oh, my fucking God.
“Did you feel that sting? That was my teeth sinking into your flesh, and now my tongue is lavishing it, before sucking your nipple into my mouth. Do you feel me, baby?”
“I feel you everywhere,” she confesses on a strangled moan.
“That’s my good girl. Now I want you to do the same on your other nipple. Tease it softly before letting me bite down on it.”
Again, she follows my instructions perfectly, brushing her fingers over her nipple until it hardens. It’s only when she’s made sure it’s nicely perked that she pinches it, another loud moan leaving her as her body begins to shiver in ecstasy.
“I feel… feel…” she mutters uncontrollably.
“What do you feel? Tell me,” I order.
“I feel an ache… here,” she says, rubbing her thighs together.
Okay, if I was fucked before, seeing my woman needy and horny almost pushes me off the edge.
“I know, baby. And we’ll get to that, I promise.”
“You will?”
“Have I ever left you wanting?”
“Yes,” she says, surprising me. “Every night after you kiss me. This last month, I’ve always been left wanting more. It’s been torture.”
For me too, vita mia.
“Tonight will be different, okay?”
“How? Teach me.”
I swallow hard as my heartbeat accelerates.
“Open your legs for me, sweetheart.”
She does as told, and I bite back a curse since the camera angle refuses to show me what I ache to see.
“Lean back further into the bed.”
She inches back in the bed, her head lifted up to make sure she never disappears off my screen.
“Stop right there,” I hum when I spot the wet patch on her panties. “Stay right there. Lie back and lift your knees up, one foot spread as far as you can from the other.”
I watch her reach for a pillow and place it sideways in the middle of the bed, resting her head onto it in a way she can still see me on the phone, before following my instruction of parting her thighs for me.
“Like this?” she breathes out nervously.
“Yes, cara mia. Just like that,” I groan on an exhale. “Now, I want you to take my hand and softly brush it over your apex.”
“Like this?” she asks, using her fingers to lightly brush against the damp spot between her thighs. Another soft sound escapes her lips, her eyelids drooping heavy with desire.
“Perfect. I’m going to do that again. I want to see you do it again.”
This time she brushes her fingers over her panties more times than I’m able to count without further instruction. With each languid stroke, her breathing becomes more erratic, her little noises making my cock twitch.
“Good. You’re doing so good, baby.”
“What now?” she pants.
“Take your panties off.”
If I expected hesitation, then I’m pleasantly surprised when there isn’t any. She pulls her panties down her legs, kicks them away, and then places her feet back on either side, fully exposing herself to me.
“Fuck… what I wouldn’t give to be there right now,” I admit, my chest starting to heave at the sight of her pink pussy dripping for me.
“What would you do?”
“I’d fucking devour you,” I grunt, my control already slipping.
“How? How would you devour me?” she asks, her eyelids closed now, my voice the only thing she needs to turn her on.
“I’d fall to my knees, wrap your legs around my shoulders and lick that pretty pussy until you screamed.”
“Hmph,” she mutters with a loud hiss, as if the image of me eating her out is too much for her to take. “I need you… please. Everything hurts.”
“I know, sweetheart. I know. I’m here to make it better, okay?”
Anna nods, ever so trustingly, tilting her head farther to the side just enough to see me on the screen, unaware that now I have a clear view of her face, flushed and breathless. Even from this distance, her blue eyes pierce straight through me, as if staring into my very soul.
“Use my index and middle fingers,” I command, feeling so tightly coiled myself that it takes a huge amount of effort to look this composed. “Run them slowly along your slit. I want you to find a sensitive spot near the top. And when you do, I’m going to press on it, gently.”
I just sit there and watch her, completely transfixed as she begins to fully discover her body with each instruction. When she finds her clit, she lets out a sharp cry, pressing the pillow over her face to muffle the sound.
But I can’t have that. Now that I’ve seen her face, hungry and wanting, like hell I’ll be deprived of it.
“Push the pillow off you, baby. Now.” She slaps the pillow away, letting it tumble to the floor. “Lift your top to your mouth. Bite on it instead.”
She nods and pulls her tank top to her lips, bunching it like a rag in between her teeth, revealing lush, smooth skin and soft, rounded breasts, paired with perky pink nipples just begging to be sucked.
The urge to touch myself is unbearable, but tonight is for Anna. Everything is always for my Anna.
Just as I memorize the flat of her stomach, the silkiness of her creamy skin, and the swell of her breasts, I catch a glimpse of something off-putting—a silver necklace with a round pendant resting between the pillows of her breasts, the musical note on it taunting me.
This must have been the birthday present Raffaele gave her. The fucker.
“Caro mio… please… I’m… I’m,” she stammers with her eyes closed, unsure of her needs, only that she needs it. Now.
“Lick my fingers for me, baby, and then go back to stroking your pussy,” I all but growl, needing to expunge the image of my brother’s hands on her as he put that damn thing around her neck.
Anna’s face turns a pretty shade of pink once again, inexperienced at hearing such words come out of my mouth. Still, she never tells me to stop. In fact, the way her body responds tells me she likes my dirty instructions just fine.
“I want you to use my fingers and play with your clit. Nice and soft at first.”
I watch her as she touches herself, her little cries muffled only by her top. When sweat begins to glisten on her forehead and her legs start to shake, I tell her to pinch her clit. Hard.
Anna’s entire body lifts off the bed, then drops. “Oh my God,” she wails.
Not God, baby. Me.
“Now I’m going to do that again, only this time I want you to use my fingers to draw small circles on your clit. But first, I want them nice and wet for me.”
She doesn’t even need me to explain further, using the wetness coating her slit as lubrication before moving her fingers where she needs them most.
“That’s it. Look at you. You look so beautiful, Anna.
So fucking beautiful.” She smiles through half-mast eyes, the sensation taking her to new heights.
“That’s it, baby. Don’t stop.” And she doesn’t.
She keeps at it until her eyes roll back, her back arching off the bed once more.
“Stay still, baby. I want you to take it all in.”
Anna lets out a whimper but does as told, drawing circles on her clit until she can’t take it anymore.
“Caro…mio,” she attempts to call out as her orgasm hits her, sending her into heights she’s never experienced before.
I know she’s riding her high just by the way her body trembles, how her legs clamp around her hand, trapping it there until life starts making sense again.
Once the electricity surged through every last nerve ending, she lifts her hooded gaze back to me, the longing in her blue eyes slicing my heart in two.
It takes her a moment to come down from her euphoric state, and when she does, she fixes her top back down and sits up straight, leaning forward to grab the phone. The doting expression on her face has me spiraling in the best way.
“I thought you said you didn’t have a present for me this year,” she teases, licking her parched lips. “That was…”
“I know,” I grunt, my whole body tense, aching from what I had to watch.
“I’m kind of sleepy now,” she yawns.
“You had a big day.”
“Hmm,” she hums, falling back onto the bed, placing her arm under her head. “Thank you for always being so wonderful.”
“Anything for you.”
Anna kisses her fingers, the same ones she just used on herself, then presses them softly to the screen.
“Good night, caro mio.”
“Good night, vita mia.”
The second the call ends, I shove my sweats and boxers down just enough to free my cock, grab it, and give it two hard strokes.
I come instantly. That’s all it takes. Two measly strokes, and I’m done for.
I drop onto the bed and stare at the ceiling with the most idiotic smile spreading across my face.
If anyone saw me now, they’d think I’d lost my mind.
But that’s what Anna does to me.
She unravels me.