I stood before him, clad only in my thin thong, and he hooked his fingers in the straps before drawing it off my legs. Lifting the lacy scrap to his nose, he inhaled my scent.
Desire roared through my frame as he stuffed the thong in his pocket. “I’ll be keeping these,” he said, mischief in his tone.
I breathed a laugh and backed toward the bed. Feeling bold, I lay atop the comforter, resting my head on the pillow as my hair splayed over the satin. Gliding my palms over my inner thighs, I drew them open, baring my pussy; offering myself to him.
His breathing grew labored as he dragged off his clothes, tossing them aside before coming to stand beside me. He touched the sensitive skin between my breasts and drew his finger down my body, the caress loving and naughty, all at once.
“Put your hands above your head and leave them there,” he commanded softly.
“Like this, sir?” I asked, raising my arms and gripping one wrist above my head.
He breathed a curse and gripped his cock, tugging back and forth as he gazed at me. “Yes, Bianca. Just like that.”
He crawled onto the bed, straddling me as he looked at me like a man drunk with desire. His palms cupped my breasts, and I moaned, wishing he would touch my nipples, which had grown unbearably taut in the open air.
“Your breasts are so pretty,” he murmured, massaging them before resting his palms on the bed, one on each side of me. Lowering his head, he rimmed one nipple with his lips before kissing a trail to the other one.
“You’re every fucking dream I’ve ever had, Bianca...” he rasped, gliding his wet tongue over my nipple before flicking it several times with the tip.
“Oh, god...please, Michael...”
His lips closed over my nipple, sucking the tiny bud deep as my hips bucked beneath him. His deep chuckle reverberated against the sensitive nub as he continued to drink me in, and I moaned with pleasure.
“Don’t laugh at me.”
“I’m playing with you, mia,” he said, kissing a path to my other nipple and sucking it deep between his lips. “I love playing with you...and kissing you...” he tenderly took my nipple between his teeth, creating an intoxicating sensation as it gently bit it before licking away the sting.
Arousal rushed through my core, and I wondered if I’d ever been so wet. I could feel it between my thighs, and already anticipated having his thick cock deep inside me.
“And I really enjoytastingyou, stella...” he continued, nipping my breast before kissing a trail down my stomach. His tongue reached my navel, dipping inside as my body quivered beneath. Continuing, he kissed the skin under my navel, moving lower until he reached my wet core.
He maneuvered between my thighs, pushing my legs open with his shoulders as he touched his fingers to each of my folds. Pulling me open, he breathed raggedly as he studied me.
“What do I taste like...down there?” I asked, wondering if it truly was pleasurable for him to kiss me there. Surely some men didn’t enjoy it, but Michael seemed to love tasting my arousal.
His lips formed a lascivious smile. “You want to know how you taste, Bianca?” he asked, lowering to touch his tongue to my sensitive opening. With his eyes cemented to mine, he slowly dragged his tongue up my slit.
“Yes...” I cried, writhing beneath him as he touched his lips to my pussy again. His fingers pulled me open further, and I felt his tongue ease inside me.
He stared into my soul, his gaze never leaving mine, as he fucked me with his skillful tongue. Unable to control my body, I fucked him back, loving the juts of his tongue on my sensitive inner walls.
“Come for me, and I’ll tell you,” he demanded softly.
“I want you to come too,” I said, aching to please him.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, his smile deepening. “That’s a definite. But you’re going to come multiple times tonight.”
Emotion overwhelmed me as I observed this man, one who I’d known for so long during a life I’d found little joy in. Besides Alexis, there had been so much pain and despondency, and hope welled deep within that I could truly find joy in this next chapter.
“Michael...” I whispered, pushing into his mouth as his tongue worked magic at my core.
“Come for me, stella,” he rasped, finding my clit with his lips and sucking deep. He pulled and tugged on the sensitive nub before flicking it back and forth with his tongue. The sensation was maddening, and I closed my eyes, unable to fight the imminent orgasm.
His tongue took me to heaven, and I flew over the edge, laughing with joy as Michael groaned with pleasure against my core. My body shuddered beneath him as a thousand sparks of bliss ignited every cell of my skin.
When the shudders calmed, Michael rose to his knees and pressed the tip of his cock to my drenched opening.
“You want to know what you taste like, stella?” he repeated, his voice rough with desire.
