She looks up at me, her eyes wide beneath the mask. She looks so nervous. “Can you…” She draws in a slow breath. “Can you take it out for me?”
Something about the way she says it makes me throb, my cock twitching anxiously as I reach for it. There’s a smart quip in the back of my head somewhere about that, but I can’t find it.All I can do is wordlessly slip my fingers into the slit of my boxer briefs, freeing my aching cock.
Her eyes widen further the moment she sees it, thick and long, jutting up and slick with pre-cum. She swallows hard, and it jerks, another pearl of arousal sliding from the tip. As if she can’t stop herself, she leans forward the moment she sees it, her tongue darting out to lick it up.
“Fuck.” I groan aloud, hands gripping the side of the bed tightly at the brush of her warm tongue. I’m so hard, so worked up that the slightest touch feels excruciatingly pleasurable, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. “Fuck, Valentina, do that again.”
A small smile twitches at the edge of her lips, and she leans in, her tongue gliding up my shaft more firmly this time. She’s playing with me, I can tell, and I’m not sure if she’s trying to hide inexperience or if she just likes teasing me.
As long as she keeps her mouth on my cock, I couldn’t fucking care less.
She scoots a little closer on her knees, the movement somehow innocent despite the lewd things her tongue is doing as it gets closer to the tip. She slides it over the soft flesh beneath the tip, and when she teases the head of it, I fuckingwhimper.
I’ve never made a sound like that before. I’d be fucking embarrassed if it didn’t feel so good; every possibility of embarrassment is gone. All I can do is stare at this gorgeous masked woman teasing my cock with her tongue, circling the tip as she laps up more pre-cum.
“Fuck…” I groan as she swirls it around again, then slides her tongue downward as if she’s trying to map out every single vein. “God, Valentina, put your mouth around it.Please. You’re fucking killing me. Your hand…fuck, more, please.”
The words are as shocking as the sounds I’ve made. I’ve never begged a woman for anything. Usually, I’m the one who enjoys hearing them beg, who gets off on making women pleadfor my cock. Instead, I’m the one shaking at the edge of the bed now, feeling like I’m going to fucking dissolve if this woman doesn’t give me more than these teasing strokes soon.
I can’t see her eyes well, but I swear there’s a flicker of mischief replacing the nervousness as she leans in, her fingers circling the base of my cock. She strokes upward, slowly, with not quite enough pressure, but the sensation of her hand on my cock mingled with her tongue still playing around the tip is enough to make my balls tighten dangerously.
Fuck. I realize that if she keeps going, I’m going to come in her mouth. I want to be inside her when I do. And while there’s not a doubt in my mind I could get hard a second time, especially if I ate her out in between, there’s always a chance I could give her an orgasm, and she’d decide she’s done if we’ve both had our pleasure. If I only get one with her, I want to be inside of her for it.
I reach out, stroking my fingers through the side of her hair, and I feel her tense. Her eyes flick up to mine, and I bite back a groan as she toys with my cockhead with her tongue again. “Get on the bed,” I murmur, low and almost pleading. “Let me get you off and then fuck you. I’m going to come if you don’t stop, and I want to do it inside you?—”
Her eyes go wide, but she nods. She starts to stand up, and I reach for her, helping her up and onto the bed.
I want to undress her slowly, but it’s hard. The arousal raging through me wants to yank and tear, strip her roughly, but I force myself to slide my hands up her ribs slowly as I pull off her top. By the time I have her skirt off, she’s squirming on the bed, her eyes gleaming up at me from behind the mask.
“Please,” she whispers, biting her lower lip as her legs part. “Please touch me.”
I reach to take off her lacy bra, and she shakes her head. “Not yet,” she whispers. “Just… touch me. Please.”
Fuck. When she asks like that, I can’t wait any longer, either. I lean down, peppering quick kisses from her lips to her jaw and down her neck, sweeping my palms around her breasts as I do. With them mounded in my hands and her breathing coming faster, I bend my head, lapping at one nipple through the lace, teasing it with my tongue until it’s a stiff peak. My reward is a long moan that ends on a whimper, her legs spreading wider beneath me as she arches up.
I can feel her impatience… I’m feeling very much the same. But I force myself to stay slow, to draw it out. I’ll likely never see her again after tonight; I don’t want to rush, even if my body is clamoring for it. I’m so fucking hard it hurts, my cock throbbing as I tease her other nipple until it’s hard, biting and sucking through the lace, and then drag my mouth down her body, all the way down until my lips are just below her navel.
My hand slides between her thighs, nudging her panties to one side… and they’re soaked.
Just the feeling of the wet lace against my fingertips is almost enough to make me come on the spot. My cock pulses dangerously, and I suck in a slow breath, reaching down with my other hand to squeeze the base of it hard. Then I hook my fingers in her panties, holding them to one side as I part her folds with my fingers… and I slide my tongue over her clit.
Her reaction is electric. Her back arches, her fingers grab at the sheets, and her mouth falls open, a wheezing breath escaping her. “Oh my god!” She cries out, and for a moment, I swear she sounds like Giulia to me.
Guilt sweeps through me. I shouldn’t be imagining another woman. I came here to get Giulia out of my head, and it isn’t fair to Valentina. She’s not a sex worker hired for me to imprint my desires on. She’s a woman who came here for an experience of her own, and I’m robbing her of that. I close my eyes, focusing on Valentina’s taste, the scent of her arousal, the way I’m sofucking hard from the feeling of her soft, wet pussy under my tongue.
She tastes so fucking good, sweeter than anything I’ve had before. I tease her clit with my tongue again, giving her a little of what she gave to me, and it drives her wild. She’s squirming under me, enough that I have to hook my arm beneath her leg and hold her down with a hand on her abdomen, using only my tongue to keep her swollen, wet folds parted as I flutter it over her clit.
It isn’t going to take her long to get there. I won’t even need to finger her; I can tell that already. Her clit is swollen under my tongue, pulsing gently as I circle and lap against it, and her thighs start to tremble as she moans again.
“I… I think I…” She gasps, and I feel her whole body go rigid, feel a flood of her wetness on my tongue and my chin as I lick her through the climax that seizes her whole body. She trembles like she’s going to come apart, moaning and writhing as the orgasm tears through her, until she’s limp on the bed, gasping.
“I…” Her eyes open beneath the mask, and I rise up on my knees, feeling a thrill of satisfaction. I’m rock-hard still, my cock soaked with pre-cum, and I slide off the bed, stripping off my shirt as I go for one of the condoms that’ll be in the nightstand drawer.
I take one out, pushing my trousers and boxer briefs to the floor, and when I turn to face her, she’s halfway sitting up, staring at me like she’s never seen a naked man before.
Even with the mask on, the shock and raw lust in her face would be enough to inflate any man’s ego. She’s looking at me like she can’t believe I’m getting into bed with her. I rip the edge of the condom, preparing to roll it onto my cock and join her in bed, and suddenly she jolts upright, reaching to yank her underwear back into place as she scrambles off the bed.
The change is so sudden, I freeze in place, my hand halfway to my cock.
