Chapter 21 #2
Suddenly, he stops, looking up at me as he lets my nipple drop from between his lips.
Sitting up, he pulls down the zipper on my plaid skirt, then tugs the fabric along my thighs and over my ankles, tossing it aside.
He gazes down at my body, covered in only a sheer black pair of tights and black underwear.
His large hands splay over my thighs, gliding possessively up my skin.
His index fingers hook beneath the tights and the lace of my underwear, rolling them down.
I lift my legs, gracefully helping him as the fabric delicately skates over my skin, then is flung to the side.
With tenderness, he wraps his fingers around my ankle and brings it up to his lips, where he places a kiss on the inside. A tremble rolls through me, anticipation for what’s to come building between us.
Dropping my leg, he stares at me with a fire in his gaze. I’m ready for whatever is about to come my way when he takes me aback, shifting off the bed, and standing beside me.
There’s something so vulnerable, so primal about being completely naked before him as he stands fully dressed.
He rolls up his sleeves, revealing his muscular, delicious, veiny forearms. God, he’s so handsome. He turns and walks toward a bar cart, pouring himself a glass of amber liquid with ease.
I blink a few times. Is he really making a drink right now?
He shifts to face me, swirling the liquid as his eyes roam over me from head to toe.
Every nerve ending in my body feels alive.
Like I could unravel at any moment just from his stare.
“Thirsty?” I ask breathlessly with a bit of annoyance, as his lips should be on me and not on that glass.
With a devilish smile, he takes a sip of his drink and strides over to me like a panther stalking its prey.
My fingers curl into the sheets, my chest panting with each quick breath I take.
He stands at the edge, looking down at me as his eyes explore every part of me.
I wait—the desire for him building immensely inside me. I rub my thighs together, trying in a futile attempt to dim the pounding need.
Leisurely, he swirls his finger in the drink and then holds it out for me.
I swallow hard as I lift my head, my lips wrapping around his finger, sucking the contents off.
The liquid doesn’t burn as much as I thought it would, and instead offers a sweet yet spicy finish that slides smoothly down my throat.
Mauro’s eyes grow wilder as he watches me. I twirl my tongue around the pad of his finger, and his breath turns heavier from the movement. He removes his finger and then lowers his head, capturing my lips in a kiss.
Just as I reach up to wrap my hands around him, he pulls back and walks toward the end of the bed. My thighs squeeze together, but with a simple shake of his head, I hear his command loud and clear.
He wants me to spread my legs open for him.
So, I do.
He groans at the sight of me, and with one hand, he removes his shirt before he unfastens his belt and unzips his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He slips his thumb inside the hem of his boxer briefs and tugs them down, carefully stepping out of them and leaving him in absolutely nothing.
Wetness drips down my thighs at the sight of his cock springing forward. A drop of precum glistens against his tip, and I instinctively lick my bottom lip, ready to be filled by him.
Kneeling one leg on the bed, he leans forward, the glass of whiskey hovering inches over my body.
I wait with bated breath as he deliberately tilts the glass, the amber liquid spilling between the valley of my breasts, the cold creating a pleasant shudder.
He trails the liquid down my stomach before stopping right above the center of my legs, where he finishes it off.
Dipping his fingers into the glass, he retrieves the large ice cube and then reaches over me, placing the empty glass on the nightstand beside the bed.
He lowers himself, positioning his mouth between my breasts, connecting his lips to my skin.
Sucking. Licking. Kissing.
He devours every last drop.
Gliding his tongue across my body.
Savoring the taste with unhurried caresses.
Once I’m a puddle of need beneath him, I watch with a thundering heart as he sucks on the cube, the melting liquid trailing down his chin.
And the moment his icy tongue slides over my clit, I scream out as so many sensations slam into me.
His arm encircles my thigh, lifting my hips in the air as he laps up my center from back to front, his tongue pressed flat against me.
“Mauro,” I yell out in pleasure.
He sucks on the cube one more time before plunging his tongue inside me, his icy fingers circling my bundle of nerves with precision. I tangle my fingers in his hair, pushing his face to exactly where I need it to be. Riding him as his tongue thrashes relentlessly against my center.
Two of his fingers fill me, plunging in and out of me, ruthlessly hitting that spot inside me that will undoubtedly make me see stars.
I feel the orgasm on the precipice, building inside me like a crescendo of music from the tips of my toes all the way to the top of my head. A tremble rocks through me as my thighs tighten, every muscle in my body coiling rigidly.
“I’m so… I’m almost…”
He abruptly stops his movements, and I open my eyes as the orgasm rolls away into the distance. What just happened? “Why’d you—”
He grips my hips with strength and flips me over. My cheek presses against the pillow as he raises my ass into the air.
He slides his rough palm down my ass, dragging a finger through my slit, and then smacks me right over my clit. A moan leaves me as a trail of wetness coats the inside of my thighs.
My body feels strung out, ready to shatter into pieces at the slightest touch. And he knows it too.
Not missing a beat, he buries his face against me, spreading my cheeks as his tongue mercilessly licks every inch of me. He glides his lips to my clit just as his fingers thrust inside me, and he sucks hard.
Stars shoot across my closed eyelids as I scream out his name through the insurmountable wall of pleasure that swells within me, my muscles winding tightly. I feel swept away by a rip current as I ride out this tidal wave of euphoria, consuming me whole.
He doesn’t stop. Not until he’s pulled every ounce of the orgasm out of me, leaving me a shaking yet very satisfied mess.
I collapse against the mattress, working to catch my breath.
His hand runs down my spine, and I turn over, finding him beside me with his back against the headboard. I offer him a lazy grin, my hooded eyes trailing over his body. And then I see it.
His length stands at full attention, so hard it almost seems painful.
And the thought of pleasing him, of being the one to give him the release he so desperately needs, has me lifting and crawling over his thigh, positioning myself between his legs.
He looks at me with eagerness in his eyes.
I swipe my tongue over my bottom lip and fist his cock within my fingers.
Leaning forward, I press a gentle kiss to his tip.
He groans, his hand threading through my hair, holding it back for me.
I glance up at him beneath my lashes and hollow out my cheeks as I slide his length between my lips.
His jaw clenches, his thigh muscles tightening with restraint.
But I don’t want him to hold back with me.
I want all of him.
Every part he hides from everyone else.
I want it all.
My tongue swirls around his crown, my lips sucking harder around him. I reach a hand beneath him and wrap my fingers over his balls, massaging them with a tender but firm touch.
He hisses at the movement, his cock twitching against my lips.
And that’s when I offer him everything I can.
I bob my head up and down, taking him in as far as possible. Even farther than I should, as I start to gag, but fight through it. Tears spring to my eyes as he hits the back of my throat. His hand lands on the top of my head, guiding me with a controlled touch.
Suddenly, he frames the side of my head and pulls me off. His hands grab my waist, and he hauls me forward until I’m sitting on his lap.
My brows furrow. “I wanted to make you feel good.”
He cups my cheeks and stares into my eyes with so much longing. “Need…you.”
Warmth cradles my heart.
His palms slide down my torso, gripping my hips as I lift myself above him. Looking into his eyes, I lower myself, his length inching inside me. I gasp as he fills me whole, stretching me out deliciously.
My fingers clutch his shoulders as I lift and then drop down, repeating the motion.
His hand curls around my neck, pulling me forward.
Our lips meet, both of us unable to get enough of the other.
He shifts beneath me, abruptly raising his hips and thrusting into me with a wanton need.
The pleasure builds around me, like an inferno of flames, scorching me whole with desire.
I push down, meeting him thrust for thrust.
His free hand snakes between us, slipping two fingers over my center and using the pads of his fingers to rub against my clit.
My lips part as I scream out his name, the orgasm crashing over me. It’s like my mind and body go numb as he continues to pull every last ounce of pleasure from me while still chasing his own ecstasy.
His movements grow slower, his body stiffening as he groans, filling me with his release. He holds me tight as my body sags against his, every bone and muscle in my body feeling like jelly.
With my ear pressed alongside his chest, I hear his heart hammering, strong and steady. I wrap my arms around him, curling myself into his body as my eyelids flutter closed.
Softly, he presses a kiss to my temple and then lowers us so that his head hits the pillow, and mine stays positioned on his chest. He brings up the blanket around us and then tightens his arm around me, his hold on me telling me more than words ever could.
My heart pounds beneath my rib cage, filling me with something dangerous. Something I shouldn’t be feeling. Something that feels a whole lot like love.
And as much as I should fight this feeling. As much as I should pull away and remember that this marriage has an end date… I can’t.
Because it’s too late.
My heart is beating for him.
Only him.
Just like it has for years.