He pulls back just enough to grab my tank top with both hands and tear it straight down the middle. The sound of ripping fabric, the casual display of strength, makes me even wetter.
"Fuck," he breathes, staring at my exposed breasts. "Your tits are… perfect. No better tits exist in the whole world."
His hands are everywhere. Squeezing, pinching, rolling my nipples between his fingers until they're almost painfully hard. Then his mouth replaces his hands, sucking one nipple while his fingers torment the other.
"Been thinking about these since you showed up at my door," he admits between licks and bites. "Jerking off in the shower, imagining my cock between them, coming all over your chest."
"Jesus, Nico."
"That's what you do to me." He switches breasts, sucking harder, teeth grazing. "Make me so fucking hard I have to lock myself away just to come."
"Not anymore," I manage between gasps. "No more locked doors. When you come, I want to see it. Want to watch your face when you fill me up."
He groans against my breast, the vibration making me arch beneath him. His hand slides down my stomach, fingers hooking in my sleep shorts.
"These need to go." He doesn't wait for permission, just tears them down my legs along with my soaked panties in one rough motion. The cool air hits my exposed pussy and I shiver. "Christ, woman. And I thought your tits were perfect."
He spreads my legs wide, hands on my inner thighs keeping me open for his inspection. His eyes devour me, and I've never felt more exposed or more desired.
His eyes darken as he traces through my wetness, his touch feather-light yet devastating. "You're exquisite here too," he murmurs. "I should have known. Have you been thinking about me?"
"Since that night on the boat," I admit, fighting to keep my hips still as his finger circles my most sensitive spot, desperate to maintain some semblance of control. "When I'm alone at night…"
"And did it satisfy you?" His voice drops lower.
"No," I whisper, my breath catching. "Nothing compares to when you—oh!"
He slides two fingers deep inside me without warning, curling them expertly against my inner walls. His thumb works in deliberate circles while his fingers create a rhythm that makes coherent thought impossible.
"It wouldn't be enough," he says, watching my expressions intently as my body responds to his skilled touch. "Tonight, just tonight, you're my Rosetti woman. Tell me what you need from me."
"Please," I beg, already trembling on the edge from his fingers and his words. "I need…"
"I know exactly what you need." He withdraws his touch completely, leaving me aching and empty. "But first, I'm going to taste you until I hear you scream my name."
He moves down my body, settling between my spread thighs. The first touch of his tongue to my clit makes me cry out, my hands flying to his hair.
This isn't like last time. Controlled, precise. He's devouring me, his tongue everywhere at once. Licking from my entrance to my clit, sucking my folds into his mouth, fucking me with his tongue while his nose presses against my clit.
"Fuck, you taste so good," he groans against my pussy, the vibrations making me shake. "This is my new favorite restaurant."
He slides three fingers inside me this time, stretching me while his mouth attacks my clit. The dual sensation is overwhelming. Too much and not enough all at once. I can’teven find a smart reply to his restaurant quip because my mouth isn’t forming proper words, just incoherent moans.
"Look at me," he commands, and I force my eyes open, looking down at him between my thighs. His eyes are dark, intense, watching me fall apart. "I want you to watch me make you come."
His fingers curl again inside me while his lips seal around my clit, sucking hard. The orgasm hits me suddenly, violently, consuming. I scream his name, my pussy clenching around his fingers, my whole body convulsing.
He doesn't stop. If anything, he goes harder, his fingers pumping faster while his tongue flicks my oversensitive clit.
"Again," he growls. "Come again for me."
"I can't… it's too…"
"You can." He adds a fourth finger, the stretch almost painful but in the best way. "This pussy is going to take everything I give it."
The second orgasm builds impossibly fast, stacking on top of the first. When it crashes over me, I actually sob, tears streaming down my face from the intensity. My pussy spasms around his fingers, clenching and releasing in waves that seem to go on forever.
"You’re beautiful when you come," he says, finally pulling back, his mouth and chin glistening with my arousal.
