I reached for the hem of his shirt, dragging it off and tossing it to the floor.
Then I continued to map his body with my lips and tongue, tracing the edges of tattoos, and kissing his scars.
Beneath me, his muscles tensed and twitched. His breath quickened.
His hands curled into fists at the sides of his body as I moved down his abdomen, and licked down the delicious V that disappeared into the waistband of his pants.
His hips rocked impatiently, but he didn’t press my head down.
I slid my hands over the tops of his thighs, briefly running my fingertips over the head of his cock before moving away.
I sat up and reached to pull off my shirt.
Only then did Venezio’s self-control fracture, making him sit up and reach out, his hands closing over my breasts, twirling, twisting, squeezing.
My own need had me shifting my hips until I felt the press of him at the juncture of my thighs.
Then I was moving, rocking, grinding down.
But before I could get any relief from the aching need, Venezio hooked me behind the knees and pulled hard, making me fly backward and land with a bounce and a gasp.
He was over me in a blink, holding his body off mine as he leaned down and ran his tongue down the shell of my ear.
“Two can play that game, babe,” he murmured, making my belly wobble. “Except I’m gonna win,” he promised, nipping my earlobe and pulling as a shocked moan escaped me. “Because before I’m done, you’re going to be panting,” he went on, kissing down my neck, “writhing, begging, andcryingfor release.”
Judging by the way desire was pinging off of every nerve ending, I had no doubt he was about to make good on that promise.
Not that I was objecting as his lips and tongue teased across my clavicle.
Pressure built and built as Venezio kissed across the top of my breasts, then down between, before gliding his tongue across the undersides.
My back arched.
My nipples twisted into tightened buds.
Goosebumps spread.
“Venezio,” I whimpered, fingers landing on the back of his neck.
I felt his lips curve into a smile against my skin before he kept moving, kept driving me up.
My chest felt heavy.
My muscles all went tense.
But Venezio kept his pace slow, his pressure gentle.
He circled his tongue around my navel, then slid to the side, kissing up my ribs. Then, finally, his lips closed around one of my nipples and sucked hard enough for me to see white, for my sex to clench hard.
His tongue circled.
His teeth grazed.
Then bit.
My whole body jerked, and a strange, strangled moan escaped me at the white-hot pain-pleasure.
He continued the torment until I was panting, until I was pressing my thighs tightly together to try to ease the ache building between.
