I turn my face into my upper arm, muffling the sobs and nonsense words that come spiraling out.
He stops suddenly, and the sudden absence of his touch sends a jolt of panic through me. Before I can react, he's got his hand on my chin, turning my face.
"No," he says, a dark command. "Let me hear you. Let everyone hear you."
He lowers his head and continues to eat me, making me crazy as he thrusts another finger into me and finds that little bundle of nerves deep inside that he knows so well.
"Oh please." The words scrape out of my raw throat. I have no choice as heat rises in me and tears fill my eyes. This pleasure, this intimacy... It's almost too much.
It’s as though my soul is laid bare to him.
He is a masterful musician playing a flawless concerto with my body as the instrument.
I'm so close now, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo. My body is taut, a bowstring pulled to its breaking point.
My orgasm hits me so hard, I actually scream. A raw, guttural cry of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
My body convulses, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over me, so intense, so overwhelming, I feel like I'm breaking apart, shattering into a million pieces.
I’m so loud that I surprise myself, but I don’t even care. I hear the sound from a distance, and it seems like a completely different person making the noise, someone who’s been completely possessed by pleasure.
He doesn't stop. He continues to lick me, to suck me, to drive me to the brink of madness and beyond as pleasure flows deep and hot.
Each stroke is pure ownership, and a reminder that shames me briefly before another wave of pleasure pulls at my senses and blows every other thought out of my head.
My body arches up, my feet curling in as my toes ache in the unrelenting shoes.
Tremors run through me as I finally sag, boneless, back against the bed as he finally, slowly, kisses my swollen, sensitive clit one last time.
I lay there, trying to catch my breath, trying to make sense of what just happened. I'm a tangle of limbs and sensations, my mind a blissful blank.
Roberto crawls up my body, his face glistening with my arousal, a smug, masculine look of pride on his face. I want to wipe the smirk off, kiss it off, have it deep inside me forever.
He lowers his head, and I can taste myself on his lips as he kisses me, a deep, possessive kiss. I respond, my tongue tangling with his, my body coming alive again under his touch.
I can feel the hard length of him against my thigh, a promise of what's to come, and I realize with a jolt that he’s not done with me.
Chapter Twenty Six
Roberto
She's a fucking sight for me, sprawled out on the bed the way she is.
Face flushed and wet with tears, her eyes are dark pools of desire as she looks up at me, and her hands bound above her head like a sacrifice.
My sacrifice.
I know she can’t get away, but she wouldn't if she could.
It sends a surge of satisfaction through me.
She is all mine.
I've tasted her. I’ve seen how she comes undone for me. But I still need more.
No matter how much she gives, how much I take, it's not enough. It's never enough.
I'mafraid it never will be.
