I settle my head between her thighs. My fingers dig into the supple flesh. I’ve never been one of ownership before but seeing my marks on her pale skin makes my cock swell.
“I’m jealous of any man’s name coming from your lips. Especially the so-called man upstairs.”
“And why’s that?” She says both amused and turned on.
Leaning in, I inhale deeply. Her sweet scent wafts over me. My damn mouth salivates. To tease her once more I flick her engorged clit with my tongue. Her thighs squeeze my head. Fuck, I need to taste her again.
“You want to worship? Worship in my name. You want to get on your knees? Get on your knees for me. When you call out it will be my name you’re calling. And unlike that useless God I will answer.” It’s not only an explanation for my jealousy, it’s a dark promise.
“That’s a tall promise, Rico. How do I know you’ll keep it?”
“You’ll have to trust me. Think you can do that?”
Her eyes become soft, just like her voice. “I think I can.”
Here, with my head between her thighs, her eyes the softest I have ever seen and the sweet taste of her lingering on my tongue, unbeknownst to her I hand over my heart wishing for it to never return.
“You were right,” I tell her and she raises a brow. “You can be a good girl. Time for a reward.”
Before she can utter another word I take the flat of my tongue and lick her from ass to clit. Her heels dig in my back as her hips lift from the ground. I continue to tease her back and forth. I continue to collect the taste of her on my tongue for my own pleasure before I pay attention to her neglected clit.
Just from the taste of her and her writhing body I’m about to come in my briefs.
Fuck. . .I have to make sure she comes first. I need to give her that.
But she needs to tell me what exactly she wants.
Lifting my head she makes a sound of protest. Pride fills my chest. Envelopes me in a warm embrace. It’s euphoric.
“Tell me what to do, Imogen. Tell me so I can make you come the hardest you ever have.” I kiss her pussy and her moans sound like music to my ears. “You’re supposed to be teaching me. Teach, Imogen.”
“I can’t think right now,” she says flustered.
I nip at her clit. It pulses wildly. “Concentrate. I know you can,” I encourage her. “Focus so I can ruin you for all other men.”
“You already have,” she chokes out.
“Then let me destroy you so I can piece you back together in my creation.”
“Fuck, Rico. You’re positive you’ve never done the dirty talk on another woman before?”
I pry her lips open with my fingers and watch as her juices leak out. I smirk up at her before I drag my tongue along heropening and swallow her essence. Her back bows. Her thighs feel as if they just might crush my head.
“Only truths here. You’re my first for everything. And you’re going to be my last, too.”
Her bound hands come down to tangle in my hair. She pulls, causing me to look up at her. “So, does that mean you’re keeping me, Rico Maroni?”
“Si,” I affirm, my voice gone thick. “And if you ever run from me I will catch you. I’ll always fucking catch you.“
“And what if one day I decide to finally kill you?”
“You think death will separate us?” I ease her thighs off my head and slither my way up her body. Her legs hook around my waist and I pinch her chin between my fingers. “I’ll constantly be on your mind. Those hands of yours will forever be stained with my blood. And you won’t be able to close your eyes without seeing my face. You may kill me, Imogen and I’ll even allow you to but you’ll never be rid of me.”
“You make it sound like a blessing and a curse. Or perhaps the fates have decided this for us all along. To forever be intertwined.”
“I don’t need fate to tell me my destiny. My own actions, my own free will led me to you. If I was a better man I would have resisted you. If I was a better man I would return you back home.”
“But you’re not that man.”
