With my other hand, I pried her knees further apart, then when she gave another of those delicious sounds, I straightened, my brain rebelling against depriving myself of those beautiful tits.
Instead, I dropped my gaze between her thighs and groaned again. ‘You’re so fucking wet. Is this what you needed? Did you slide into bed naked so you could tend to this naughty little pussy?’
The blush creeping up her neck into her face, and the slide of her gaze away from me, told me the truth. I laughed. ‘I’ll put that on the list of things you will do for me while I watch, Maddelena,’ I vowed.
‘It’s almost funny how you think I’ll just fall in line with whatever you want?’ she dared.
I dragged my eyes from the mouthwatering cunt to her flushed face. A part of me loved that she was mouthy. That she didn’t know when to back down, even as her hips rolled in search of relief. It sure would make for some interesting clashes ahead.
‘Fall in line or not, I’m going to eat this beautiful pussy now, and you’re going to let me, aren’t you,bedda mia?’
Her face contorted a little as she fought with herself and lost the battle, a moan overtaking her as I closed my hands over her delicate ankles, yanked her to the end of the bed, then trailed my fingers down her inner thighs and stopped short of my main goal.
‘Beg for it, Maddelena.’ My voice was a fucking mess, my cock screaming for relief. Relief I planned on denying it, much to my own dismay.
At her stubborn silence, I dropped to my knees, my hunger building so wild that I feared for my own sanity. I channelled all that into depositing kisses along the same path my fingers took, then taking a huge, gulping, sniff of the most beautiful pussy I’d ever seen.
‘Fuck, you smell incredible. You’ll taste even better, I bet.’ I dropped a whisper of a kiss on her mound. She jerked then made a sound of frustration. ‘But you don’t get to come until you beg for it.’
‘Cesare…’
‘That’s a start.’
Her eyes squeezed tight. ‘Fuck you.’
‘And here I thought we were making such wonderful progress.’
‘Fuck. Please,’ she whispered, almost inaudibly.
I could’ve insisted for more, made her scream the word until her throat hurt. But I was at breaking point, the need to throw the last dregs of common sense out the window and fuck her into that bed until we both passed out so damned insistent that I intended on rewarding myself twice as much for clinging to the plan firming at the back of my mind.
So I thumbed her neat little slit open, groaned at the tiniest hole I’d ever seen on a woman, and gave in to the feral urge.
Predictably, she tasted fucking heavenly.
Ambrosia mixed with the faintest tartness that reminded me of the limoncello I’d overindulged in one summer in Sicily. I’d paid the price for it, as I suspected I would pay the price for my obsession with Maddelena’s beautiful cunt.
But now, as I did back then, I had no intention of stopping, no intention of holding myself back from this sublime feast. The sound she made as my tongue flicked over her engorged clit was like the best aria from the greatest performer on earth. I ate her out like she was my last meal and when I managed to drag mygaze from her delicious core, the sight of her heaving breasts and her open-mouthed look of wonder nearly sent me over the edge.
I circled my tongue over her tight hole, groaning deep at how tight she was. When her gasping breaths grew erratic, I knew she was close. Moving my tongue higher, I slid my middle finger inside her.
A wave of despair washed over me because,santo cielo, she was tighter than a drum. Either naturally, or because she hadn’t indulged in a while. The knowledge sent electricity zipping down my spine, tightening my balls with the need to fuck. I probed her to the knuckle then, at her needy cry, I curled my finger as I flicked my tongue faster over her clit. Wetness gushed over my finger as her hips chased her pleasure.
‘Please,’ she whispered a little louder.
‘You want to come, baby?’
This time, there was no hesitation.
Her head bobbed as she buried her fingers in my hair, her hips rolling faster. When another wave of wetness crested my tongue, I lost it. With uncouth desperation, I stroked her as I ate her out, a totally disarmed part of me wondering if this was the first time – after having mastered the art of cunnilingus in many backseats as a teenager without once feeling this out of control – I would blow my load just from eating a woman’s pussy.
My effort was rewarded five seconds later with the most beautiful shout before her legs closed around my ears, convulsions ripping her apart as she climaxed.
Ambrosia and tartness gushed into my mouth, and I happily devoured it, the obsession intensifying until I was lost beneath the certainty that this path I was taking would define me in ways I couldn’t name.
But hell if I was going to step off it.
Maddelena
