As much as I love this view, I’m insatiable for the taste of her. For the slick, swollen feel of her clit on my tongue.
I withdraw, my fingers wet with come, and use my other hand to guide her onto her back. Her expression is adorably befuddled and slack with desire all at the same time. I bite her inner thigh. How I ever restrained myself and kept myself from touching her all these days since we’ve been back is a mystery.
“Keep those legs spread for me.” I reach for her hand. “Now it’s your turn to do it.”
“Do what?” She’s confused.
It doesn’t matter. I’m acting on instinct. Doing what I want. Making my mark on her.
I take her hand and bring it to her pussy. “Put my come back inside you.”
“Alessio.”
I don’t know if she’s protesting or moaning, but I need to see her finger sinking into that slick, swollen pussy, putting my come back inside her, more than I need a heartbeat in my chest.
“Do it.”
And she does. Fuck, she does. Her finger sinks in slowly, pushing my come with it. I’m not sure which of us moans louder. Her hips tip up, and she starts to fuck herself, in and out, slowly at first and then with greater urgency, like she needs to come again and is so desperate she’ll do anything I ask of her, no matter how depraved.
It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. All I can do is lower my head and take her clit between my teeth. I start out with a gentle nibble, and then I suck hard. As she bucks restlessly against my face, I take my messy fingers, slide them through our combined wetness, and find her ass.
The urge to fill and claim her everywhere can’t be stopped. I’m a monster now, and all I want is more. More Isla, more of her sweet surrender to me. I tease her ass, playing with the tenselittle ring of muscle as she fucks herself and I worship her clit. She gasps, thrusting into my face and then against my finger in a back-and-forth that has me so ready to come, all I can do is grind my poor dick into the mattress to stave off my second orgasm.
I flick my tongue over her clit then lift my head to look at her, naked and beautiful and flushed with passion, her nipples hard points that have been woefully neglected, her lips parted. She’s so beautiful, so perfect for me, so damn wrong for me, and she’s all mine.
“I’m going to fuck you everywhere,tesoro,” I tell her, increasing the pressure of my probing finger.
“Oh God, yes,” she says brokenly, still moving her hand frantically between her legs.
I work into her gently, taking my time, easing in all the way to my knuckle. She’s so tight and hot, and the way she’s writhing under me tells me she likes this as much as I do.
She cries out my name, then curses. “I’m going to come.”
Briefly, I release her clit, blowing a stream of hot air over it. “Then come, baby. Come on our fingers and my tongue.”
As if on command, she does, her entire body trembling under me like the aftershocks of an earthquake, a strangled cry bursting from her. Yes. Fucking yes. I let her ride out the waves as long as I can, drunk on her pussy. She tastes so good, and the way her ass clamps down on my finger is erotic as hell. I can’t wait to put my cock there. To fuck her hard and deep.
Need roars through me, sudden and fierce. I’m not going to make it. Reluctantly jerking my mouth from her cunt, I ease my finger from her. Her own fingers are still buried inside that pretty pussy, her legs spread wide. Gripping my dick, I come again, this time all over her swollen clit while she watches.
The force of my orgasm is almost painful. It’s that perfect, razor’s edge I’ve been chasing for so long. This green-eyed,Goody-Two-Shoes professor is going to be the end of me. But what a way to go.
Slowly, deliberately, I rub my come all over her clit until she’s coated with me and filled with me too. She finally withdraws from her dripping pussy and shocks me by swirling her fingertips over herself.
I take her hand and bring it to her lips. “Taste how good we are together.”
She sucks on her finger. I groan at the sight. I can’t wait to have those lips wrapped around my cock again. To shoot down her throat and watch her swallow every drop of my come. But I’m going to have to recover before I go another round.
So I pull her finger from her mouth and kiss her instead.
I taste her and myself as our tongues tangle. It’s a toxic blend, and I can’t get enough. I’m beginning to suspect I never will.
Isla
“You’ve got to be starving,”I tell Alessio as we towel ourselves dry.
It took us some time to work up the strength to get out of bed after those epic sex sessions, but somehow, we managed. We showered together, washing each other in a way that wasn’t even sexual, just tender and caring.
He soaped up every inch of me and rinsed me down, using his magical fingers to massage my scalp when he shampooed myhair. I gave him the same treatment, enjoying the opportunity to touch his powerfully honed body. I tried not to linger over his scars, the reminders of the brutality inherent in the life he’s lived. I don’t want to think about who he really is or what he’s done. I just want to focus on the way Alessio makes me feel.
