“You feel safe with me?”
“I do.”
A deep groan of satisfaction rumbled in my chest.
“You don’t know how happy that makes me, baby.”
I captured her lips in a slow, deep kiss that had me brick hard against her stomach.
“Are you ready to start playing, Francesca?”
“Yes…”
Moving down, I kissed down her neck and cleavage. Not touching her with my hands, only my hot mouth. I kissed under her breasts, to the sides, and then around, closing in with each soft brush of my lips.
When my wet, hot mouth closed around her hard nipple, her back curved off the mattress. I kissed her skin then sucked, before dragging my teeth over the diamond peak. I took my time, doing the same to her other breast, then switched again and again. My movements grew in intensity and roughness, making sure to give my cock a grab from time to time to release some of the tension.
Francesca was shuddering, gasping for air, needing me to make her come but knowing I wasn’t going to make it that easy for her.
I pulled away, signaling I was done for the moment by running a rough palm over both her breasts, squeezing softly and massaging.
“Matteo…”
“Are you turned on,princesa?”
“Yes.”
“Are you warmed up?”
“Yes.”
Pulling back, I reached for the glass and grabbed an ice cube. Leaning down, I left one more kiss to her breast before touching the ice to her skin.
Francesca gasped, her skin turning to goosebumps, her nipples turning harder than diamonds.
“Oh, my God…”
“Something wrong?”
“It’s cold…”
Smirking, I took the ice off and kissed her breasts with my hot mouth. She sighed back into me, relaxing.
But I had different plans. Putting the ice cube in my mouth, I went back to playing with her breasts. Francesca moaned in surprise at the cold temperature combined with the swirl of my tongue and warmth of my mouth.
Her hands came down to touch me, but I pulled away, letting the ice cube slip out of my mouth and melt into the skin on her stomach.
“No,” I growled, pushing her hands back up, and placing a pillow between her head and hands so she had something to hold onto.
“Matteo…”
“Be a good girl for yourCapo, and let me have my fun,Donna.”
Francesca groaned, throwing her head back into the pillows with slight frustration.
Climbing over her, I began massaging the melting ice cube into her flat stomach and firm breasts.
“Will you stay still for me if I eat your pussy for a while first?” I murmured.
