thirty-six
Savannah
Nicograbsmymessybun and watches as I bob on his dick. I swirl my tongue around his piercing and suck it the way he likes.
“Savannah.” Nico groans my name, and his eyes roll to the back of his head as he grips the sheets in his fist so tightly his knuckles turn white.
I hum, digging my nails into the tops of his thighs as the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat.
It’s been days of this. Us. Going at each other with a feral hunger. We can’t seem to keep our hands or our mouths off each other.
It might be because Nico leaves for the airport in a few hours, and we both know we won’t see each other for a week. Or maybe it’s because of the intense attraction we have for one another. Either way, when we’re together like this, it feels right. It feels exciting and liberating. And unbelievable.
We don’t have to use words when our bodies do the talking.
And boy, do we talk.
Nico and I haven’t spent a night apart since we took our relationship to the next level. When I’m not working or he’s not playing, we spend as much time together as possible. We talk, laugh, kiss, and of course have a ridiculous amount of sex. I can’t even tell you how many orgasms I’ve had in the last few days.
“I’m going to come,gattina.”
I pop off his cock, stroking his wet shaft with one fist, and my other cups his balls, rolling them between my fingers. “I want you to come.”
“No. I get to eat first.”
“Not today. Today, I get to go first.” Using my spit as lube like my dirty man, I slide a finger over the smooth, sensitive skin between his balls and asshole. The muscles in his thighs, pelvis, and glutes spasm at my touch, bringing me a wave of satisfaction. I have the urge to lick him everywhere to find out what he does next. “Bend your knees.”
“So bossy,” Nico teases as he does what I ask and places his feet on the bed next to my chest. The perfect angle for what I have planned next.
Nico lies on his back, propped up on two pillows and the headboard, watching my hand glide up and down his length with a satisfied smirk on his face.
“You come when I tell you to come,” I say, then return my mouth to his cock and bob in tandem with my fist as my free hand continues to massage his perineum, dipping lower with every pass.
“Damn it, Savannah. What are you doing to me?” he grunts. He drops my bun and grabs hold of the sheets with both hands as his hips jump off the bed.
“Fucking your cock with my mouth.” I lick and suck the bulging veins running up the side of his thick shaft before sliding him back into my mouth. I’ve never been into giving blow jobs, but with Nico, I am. His cock is perfect. Thick and long. The jewelry and the perfectly manicured hair, all of him, make my mouth water.
“Your mouth is going to get you in trouble,gattina.” The growly tone in his voice encourages me to suck harder and move faster. “So much fucking trouble.”
He has no idea.
I keep hold of his cock in one hand and use the other to slip under his knee and push it back, opening him to me. Returning the favor, I slip his cock from my mouth and kiss down the length of his shaft, his balls, and his perineum to a place I have no doubt no woman has ever touched before.
My tongue darts out, swiping around the perfect ring of his asshole.
“Savannah,” he warns.
I glance up to find his gray eyes watching me, the icy flecks in his irises glowing bright.
Warning me, he growls, “I swear if you lick my ass again, I’ll be fucking yours.”
My core throbs, and my asshole puckers at the thought of him taking me there.
“Promises, promises.” I continue massaging the sensitive ring with my tongue. His muscles contract as I lick and lash at it all while my hand works his shaft with fast hard pumps.
Seconds later, Nico roars, “Fuck.”
His body locks and convulses at the same time as he comes, cum shooting out the tip of his cock. My mouth waters at the sight, and I return it to his tip, swallowing down the last dregs of his orgasm. His salty, masculine flavor coats my tongue, and arousal floods my pussy aching for Nico to be buried deep inside me.
