He kisses a path down my body, his lips and tongue tracing the curve of my breasts, the line of my stomach, the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
He’s taking his time, exploring every inch of me as if he has all the time in the world. The thought that we could be freed at any second, that someone could see us, only makes it hotter.
He spreads my legs wider, and I feel exposed and vulnerable, and more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.
He looks up at me, his dark eyes meeting mine. His finger brushes me as he slides the soaked panties to the side. He holds my gaze as he lowers his head and presses a kiss to my clit.
I cry out, my hips jerking off the floor.
He smiles against my skin. "Sensitive?"
I can only nod, my hands fisting in the wool of his jacket.
He does it again, a long, slow lick that has me seeing stars. He circles my clit with his tongue, a slow, relentless rhythm that has me climbing again, higher and higher.
He slides two fingers inside me, curling them to find that spot that makes my whole body sing. He sucks my clit into his mouth, a gentle pressure that’s just right.
My body tightens again, a second wave of pleasure building, stronger this time. I’m writhing on the floor, my hands clutching at his hair, holding him to me.
“Roberto,” I gasp, the name a broken plea. “I’m going to—”
The words are lost as my orgasm shatters through me. It's a blinding, world-ending rush of sensation. My back arches, my toes curl, and I cry out his name, a raw, ragged sound.
He doesn't stop. He licks and sucks and fucks me with his fingers until I’m a sobbing, trembling wreck, begging him to stop, begging him for more.
Finally, he lifts his head and moves up my body, his face glistening with my arousal. He holds himself above me, opening his mouth and allowing my pussy juices to flow from his mouth into my own. He looks at me, a smug, satisfied smile on his face.
"You're beautiful when you come," he says, his voice a low rumble. "I want to see it again."
He puts two fingers into the fabric of my panties and tears them away, exposing my cunt to him completely.
He doesn't give me a chance to recover. He dips his head again, and this time, he’s relentless.
It’s too much. It's not enough.
I lose all sense of time, all sense of self. There is only the feel of his mouth, the press of his fingers, the wave after wave of pleasure that crashes over me.
Roberto drives me to the edge again and again, pulling back just before I can fall, until I’m a babbling, incoherent mess. I am completely at hismercy.
And I love it.
I am a live wire, a raw nerve, and he is the current that flows through me.
I've never given up control in my life. Even the thought of it made my hands shake, my stomach churn.
But here, in the dark, with Roberto's head between my thighs, I give it up freely.
Willingly.
He's the one in charge, and the feeling is so intoxicating I can't get enough.
I’ve lost track of the orgasms. They blur together into one long, continuous wave of pleasure. One blurs into the other. All I can do is hold on, my body no longer my own.
When he finally lifts his head, I'm a boneless, sobbing mess. I'm shaking, my body slick with sweat, my mind a complete blank.
He crawls up my body, his skin hot against mine, caging me with his arms. He looks down at me, his eyes dark and intense. He’s still fully dressed from the waist down, and the sight of him, so in control while I’m completely undone, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
"You okay?" he asks, his voice soft.
