Chapter 41 #2
Her pretty pale blue eyes go lidded at my suggestion. “What did you have in mind?”
“I was thinking that I want to put my tongue between your pretty thighs and lick you until you come all over my face.”
Anya gasps almost silently. “You want to do that?”
I groan, pressing my face into the corner of her neck. She smells fucking perfect like she always does. “So fucking badly, baby. But only if you do.”
“I do,” she rasps, already squirming in the bed as she presses her thighs together. “But I need to get up and get undressed before I lose my nerve. Do you promise you won’t pity me? Or get scared off?”
Her face in my hands, I put my nose to hers.
“Nothing could scare me away from you. And I’ll never pity you—not in the way that you mean.
Of course I feel compassion and sadness for what you’ve been through, but I fell in love with you while knowing that you’ve been hiding your skin.
I promise, no matter how bad they are, you’re always going to be stunning to me. ”
She believes me, and within moments, I’m watching the most erotic show of my life. Anya stripping down to her underwear is a slow but sexy process. She peels off her long-sleeved shirt first, and then pulls down her leggings.
Her panties are lavender purple just like I knew they would be, and her bra is matching.
They aren’t lacy or sultry in design. Just simple, clean, and soft cotton material that covers her up in all the way she needs.
Her tits steal most of my attention, I can’t even lie.
The perfect little handfuls sit beautiful on her chest, and I’m dying to see how pretty and pink her nipples will be.
Yes, there are scars. A lot of them, in fact.
Most of them scatter up and down her legs, around her stomach, and on her arms. They’re long knife cuts, short deeper ones, and some obvious healed marks from burns.
All of them make me feel a surge of protectiveness and anger that she was hurt at all, but she doesn’t need to worry about me focusing on her past injuries.
“Come here,” I husk, hooking a finger at her.
Anya steps closer to the bed, finding me sitting on the edge of it.
I take her hand, kissing her knuckles. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She breathes out, shivering.
“Are you going to kiss me now?” Anya asks, looking down her body toward her panty-covered pussy. The hand that I’m not holding traces the path of her eyesight and my dick twitches in my jeans. “Here?”
I pick her up and flip her onto the bed.
She squeaks and bounces from the careful force I use, landing flat on her back, horizontally on the mattress.
Half of my legs dangle off the side of the bed as I crawl between her spreading thighs.
I can’t help but drag my nose up her skin, kissing as I get higher.
“I want these panties off you, and then I’m going to need your lovely legs to spread open farther for me, baby. How does that sound, hmm?”
Her head bobs rapidly. “Yes, please.”
Anya lifts her hips and offers herself up to me, letting me help her roll down her pretty purple panties. She relaxes deeper into the bed as I toss her underwear aside, shyly allowing her knees to fall apart. When I get my first real look at her, a groan vibrates in my throat.
Her pussy is perfect, mouthwateringly perfect. Pale pink, with a small patch of golden blonde hair sitting on top of her sensitive flesh. She’s glistening too, already wet for me just from some dirty words and taking her clothes off. She’s almost too good to be true.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, taking in the view. Needing to feel her skin on my lips again, I press an open-mouthed kiss to a particularly large scar where her thigh meets her hip. “You’re a vision, meraviglia.”
“You like what you see?” she rasps, sitting up on her elbows to watch me. Her eyes are pale blue pools of desire that become more and more lidded with each kiss I press closer to her waiting pussy.
“I love it.” I punctuate my vow by kissing her pubic hair, teasing just above her clit. “Are you ready for me to show you just how much, hmm?”
“I feel like I’m shaking,” she whispers. “But yes, yes, so much yes.”
Her soft pleading makes me remember something important. “Shit, one second.”
“Matteo,” she protests.
I scramble to find her TV remote and turn the volume up as loud as I can before it becomes too obvious that I’m trying to muffle sound with it.
“You’re about to get loud, baby,” I inform her, tossing the remote back down. “Very, very loud.”
I grab both of her ankles and pull her to me, making her squeak in surprise.
Her ass is an inch away from the edge of the bed as my knees hit her bedroom floor with a soft thud.
I put her legs on my shoulders to rest, watching her squirm with need and anticipation.
Breathing her in again, my nose drags from her inner thigh straight to her pussy.
She looks down at me, bravely keeping her eyes open instead of hiding behind her hands. She wants to see me do this, and I want her to watch me work just as badly as I want to devour her.
Gazing deep into her eyes, I press forward and finally drag my tongue through her silky soft pussy lips.
Her reaction is immediate. She tosses her head back as a high-pitched moan bursts from her throat.
If I weren’t already as hard as a rock, I would be now.
My dick fucking throbbed just hearing her, and tasting her. Goddamn, she’s sweet.
Taking her physical cues as a green light, I take another long lick, flicking her clit as I reach it.
Touching the tiny little bud with direct contact makes her breath catch, freezing in her lungs.
She pants when I start going back and forth between rolling and flattening my tongue, testing different pressures to see what she enjoys the most.
Her chest rises and falls, and I wish that I stripped her of her bra too.
I want to see if her breasts get as flushed as her cheeks do.
Her eyes start to look hazy and heavy as they flutter shut and then back open.
Soft moans become deeper, and her little wiggles become more desperate.
She’s moving without trying to, letting her body react naturally to every new sensation I create, wordlessly begging for more.
I’m having the time of my fucking life, licking and nipping at her pussy as it grows wetter and wetter.
“Ooooh, that,” Anya whimpers, her breath shaking. “Do that again, please.”
I groan, hearing the polite begging. “You like when I close my lips around your clit, baby? Do you want me to suck it for you?”
“W-Will it feel good?”
“It should,” I confirm, kissing her center. “It might be too intense, though. If it is, pull my hair or tell me to stop and I will.”
“Yeah.” She nods, wanting to try it.
Of course, I’m ready and willing to oblige.
My fingers spread open her folds, and my lips seal around her clit, sucking lightly. When she moans and clutches her chest, I hollow my cheeks and pull her delicate little bud deeper between my wet lips.
An almost feral sort of desire swirls deep in my core, but I ignore it to put all my focus on Anya. Making her feel good is my only goal, and my greedy, horny dick can fuck off. The time will come for little Matteo to get involved in the fun, but that time is not today.
“Ohohoh!”
Fuck, I’m so glad I turned the TV up. As much as I’m enjoying hearing her noises, we don’t need anyone else to hear them too.
I hum against her heated flesh, the sound vibrating her clit between my lips, and her hips jump up, making the little nub escape.
Working quickly, I surround her clit again, sucking hard before it can slip out once more.
It seems to be her favorite thing I’ve done, because all of a sudden, I know she’s close.
She’s tumbling toward the edge of her pleasure and I want to push her even closer.
She grinds down and I hug the back of her thighs to keep her tight to my mouth. Her stomach flexes and goes tense while the rest of her trembles.
“Let go, baby,” I mumble into her pussy, pulling off just far enough for her to hear me. “You’re right there. I have you, just let it out.”
Anya thrashes and reaches down to grip my hair hard. The tinge of pain shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but I know exactly what she wants. What she needs. My lips and tongue get back to work, teasing her soaking wet center. It only takes a matter of seconds to fully set her off.
“Yesss,” Anya cries out, her back arching high and her thighs clenching around the sides of my head. She traps me in place, whining and whimpering through moans that she can’t quite control.
Her thighs tremble and her hands fist tightly into the sheets. If I could talk dirty to her, I would, but I need to work her through what I just set off.
My tongue strokes her pussy through the rise and fall of her orgasm, keeping the same pace that set her off in the first place.
It feels like I’m massaging her clit through her peak and trying not to set myself off in the process.
My dick is weeping, wishing it was rubbing against her or even more greedily, inside of her.
When her legs stop trembling, I sit up back on my heels and grin, seeing the blissed out expression on her pretty face.
“Feeling good, meraviglia?” I ask gently, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Do you need anything from me?”
“So, so good,” she replies wistfully. “I don’t need anything. But is there something I can do to you? Do you want me to use my mouth on you like you did for me?”
“Another time,” I tell her even though my cock is aching.
“Maybe in a couple of years. I want to spend months worshiping your pussy before I even consider trading places. Your pleasure feels better than anything else ever could.” Besides, if Anya wrapped her lips around my dick in any way, shape, or form, I’m almost certain that I’ll come instantly.
Her eyes widen when she hears a couple of years, but she’s too tired to question it. “If you’re sure…”
“More than sure,” I reply without pause, hovering my mouth above her clit once more. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m not done feasting on you.”
“Oh, God.”
“Did you think I was done, baby? Not even close.”
Anya looks thrilled and almost frightened at the same time. She lies back, though, and she doesn’t make a single complaint as I bring her to the brink of ecstasy yet again.
By the third and final time that she floods my mouth with her release, her legs have gone limp and her arms aren’t faring much better. It seems fitting that the first time we’re sleeping in the same bed, she’ll be spent and satisfied before she closes her eyes to doze off.
“We’ll get you cleaned up in a few minutes, okay?”
“Yeah,” she agrees sleepily.
Flopping down to lie by her side, I breathe out and throw an arm around her middle. She’s practically humming next to me, each exhale coming out sounding like a pleased sigh.
“Did you know that I almost didn’t go to Dmitri’s wedding?
” she asks suddenly, her voice going quiet.
“I almost missed out on the best thing that’s ever happened to me because I was scared.
I don’t want to be scared anymore, Matteo.
I want to spend every single day just getting braver with you by my side to help me through it. ”
“I want that too, Anya. Every moment of it. And I’ll be here if the fear ever comes back. Bad days or good, I’ll be with you through every step.”
“Good.”