He slides a hand under each thigh and lifts, setting one on each shoulder. My heels are in the air on either side of his head. The sight of it is so obscenely decadent that I blush. I want to look away, but can’t.
The sheer intimacy of it—me completely exposed to him, and him holding me open like he’s about to feast on a sumptuous meal.
"I want you to watch me, Olivia," he says, his voice a low growl. "I want you to watch me eat your pussy."
My face flames, but I can’t look away. I’m hypnotized.
He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he lowers his head, and then I feel the hot, wet heat of his mouth on my pussy.
He starts with a long, slow lick from my opening to my clit, and I cry out, my back arching off the bed.
It’s the most exquisite torture I’ve ever experienced.
He licks me again, a slow, thorough exploration that has me gasping for breath.
He's taking his sweet time, tasting me, learning me, and I'm writhing on the bed, my hips bucking against his face, my hands pulling at the silk that binds me.
"Roberto," I gasp, my hands pulling at the silk binding my wrists.
"Shhh," he murmurs, the sound a vibration that goes straight through me.
He then closes his lips around my clit and sucks, hard.
I scream, my body arching off the bed, my toes curling as a wave of pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, crashes over me.
It's too much, and not enough.
I want more.
I want him to stop.
I want him to never, ever stop.
He doesn't stop. He just... devours me.
He's relentless, his tongue and lips working their magic, driving me to the brink of madness with a single-minded focus.
I'm lost in a sea of sensation, a swirling vortex of pleasure so intense, I feel like I'm going to fly apart.
He slides a finger inside me, then another, stretching me, filling me, and I moan, my hips moving in tandem with the thrust of his fingers.
He thrusts them in and out of me as he sucks my clit, creating a delicious friction that pushes me closer and closer to the brink of madness.
I see myself in the mirror on the door of the wardrobe. Disheveled, head pressed deep into the mattress, cheeks red with pleasure, and a desperate ache to orgasm spread from my face right to the top of my skull as Roberto devours my cunt like I’m a banquet served up only for him.
Just… us.
I close my eyes, then open them again as pleasure so potent hits me harder than before. The candles blur into little orange lights against the dimness as the knot behind my head gives a slight rattle with a tug that’s purely automatic.
I can’t breathe, I can't do anything but make sounds that aren't really my own. Animalistic, desperate sounds flow out of me, and I wonder briefly if anyone else can hear me.
The idea shocks me with how turned on it makes me to think of someone walking into the wrong suite, or listening from the next room.
Just outside that door is everything: the guests, the casino.
I find myself wanting them to hear, just like he said. I want the whole hotel to know what he is doing to me.
My eyes drift back to the mirror, to my reflection, and the sight of it, the raw, unfiltered pleasure on my face, my hands pulled tight over my head, my heels sticking in the air. Roberto's dark head of hair between my spread legs.
