I'm so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet I've never felt more powerful. I'm riding his face, taking my pleasure from him, and he's giving it to me freely, eagerly. It's a heady, intoxicating feeling, a rush of power and submission all at once.
I can feel another orgasm building, a slow, deep wave of pleasure that starts in my toes and works its way up my body.
"Antonio," I gasp, my hips rocking against his face. "I'm going to come."
He groans against me, the vibrations sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through me. He doubles down on me, but then he does something that pushes me over the edge. He uses a finger to rub my asshole.
I scream his name, my body convulsing as the orgasm crashes over me, more intense than anything I've ever experienced. I'm there, I'm flying, I'm shattering into a million pieces
But he doesn't stop. His tongue continues its assault, driving me to heights I didn't know existed. The pleasure is almost too much, too intense, and I'm not sure I can take it.
"Antonio," I gasp, my body trembling. "I can't. I can't."
He just holds me tight and keeps going, and the pleasure builds again, a slow, inexorable wave that threatens to drown me. I'm at his mercy, completely and utterly, and I've never been more turned on in my life.
His hands roam my body, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples, sliding down my back, gripping my ass. He's everywhere at once, a whirlwind of sensation, and I'm lost in it, lost in him.
I can feel the pressure building again, a familiar tightening in my core, a tingling in my limbs.
I lean forward and grab the headboard as I ride him, grinding myself onto that talented tongue. And I am not gentle.
He groans again, the vibrations sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through me. His tongue is a weapon of mass destruction, a relentless, delicious torment that has me on the verge of tears.
I'm so close, so incredibly close, teetering on the edge of a precipice, ready to fall.
"Please," I beg, my voice a ragged whisper. I don’t even know what I’m begging for at this point.
I look down my body at him, at the dark head buried between my thighs, and the sight is so erotic, so utterly captivating, that it sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.
The orgasm that tears through me is a cataclysm, a seismic event that rocks me to my very core. I scream, a raw, primal sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, and then I'm gone, lost in a vortex of sensation, a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds and feelings.
I collapse forward, my body limp, my mind a blank slate. I'm spent, drained, utterly and completely sated.
I feel him shift, and then he's easing me off him, laying me down on the bed, splayed on my stomach. He's over me, his body a warm, solid weight against my back. His lips nibble the back of my neck, pulling a moan out of me.
I'm completely spent and boneless, yet I feel my desire rushing through me again.
He's still hard, his cock pressing against the back of my thigh, and I know he's not done with me yet. A thrill runs through me.
"You're going to kill me," I whisper, face pressed against the pillow.
"A glorious death, don't you think?" he murmurs, a smile in his voice.
"Definitely glorious," I agree. I wiggle my ass enticingly back against him. He groans, rocking his hips against me.
ChapterSeven
Antonio
She's perfect. She's amazing. She's everything. And she's laid out before me like a feast.
I want to taste her again, to feel her come apart under my tongue, to hear her scream my name until she's hoarse. But my cock is aching, a throbbing, insistent demand that I can no longer ignore.
I need to be inside her. Now.
I grab her hips and pull her up onto her knees, presenting her perfect ass to me. She moans, wiggling it again, a silent invitation that I have no intention of refusing.
I spread her cheeks, exposing her to me, and the sight of her glistening pink flesh, slick with our combined arousal, makes my cock twitch.
