I looked to the side where she was supposed to be sitting by the bed, on the floor, invisible, but she was standing on two paws, the other two on the edge of the bed, staring. “She’s watching.”
His head whipped to the side, too, and laughed. “Okay, I’ll take care of it.”
He moved off me, and the chill replacing his warmth was unbearable. Quickly, he went over to Tiara, his erection long and hard and oh so fucking hot, yet in dangerous proximity to her mouth. I held my breath, expecting a life-damaging bite that would ruin him and my chances of ever getting to know what it was to be fucked by that man. Why did I have to speak? She was a dog. So what if she was watching?
But he just held her and her chocolate treat from the tray and put them outside the room. With a grin, he shut the door and returned to me. He parted my thighs again but didn’t settle on top of me. Instead he slid down and brought me to his mouth.
At first connection of his wet tongue with my clit, I hissed, mesmerized by how fast he found it without even trying or looking. His strokes, laps and flicks were calculated to precise measurements of pressure and duration that would drive any woman insane in a matter of seconds.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He slurped. “So fucking hot.”
His fingers came to play, too, slowly rubbing back and forth through my new gush of wetness forming after the one he’d slurped. Of their own will, my hips moved in sync with his fingers.
“You’re so beautiful, Gabriella.” He put one hand under my ass and squeezed, entering me with the other, slipping two fingers at once while he flicked his tongue on my clit. “You’re making me so hard.”
I hissed in another breath, trembling and writhing. He was making me come faster than my own hands.
“I know you’re close, but don’t come for me just yet.” He lapped his tongue along my whole slit before he opened me wider with his hands. Then he entered me with just the tip, bare and raw and sudden. His jaws clenched, and he swore, his face reddening as he pulled out quickly.
I didn’t know what he was doing and why the fuck he stopped giving me head. But the answer came fast when he pushed himself up and put his glistening, wet cock on my lips. “Taste yourself off me. Taste how I make you feel, how wet you are for me.”
A heavy throb pulsed in me. I’d never tasted myself before, never imagined I’d want to. But when he said it like that, with his sultry voice that was now dark and strained because of his desire for me, I opened my mouth and took, not just the tip that had been inside me but as much of him as I could.
He growled, a low animalistic growl that rumbled through my own chest. I couldn’t help folding my hand around his shaft, feeling him pulse in my fist, and suck him deeper, letting my tongue swirl around his incredible length.
“Gabi…no.”
The pained expression on his face led me to believe I had power over this sex god, and I loved it. I hollowed my cheeks, keeping the eye contact as his tip touched the back of my throat.
“I mean it.” He groaned. “Stop.”
When I didn’t obey, he pulled himself out fast, unbothered with my teeth that could have hurt him with such a rapid snatch. “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m gonna come if you keep that up. Are you aware of your BJ skills?”
“I have BJ skills?”
“Yes, and they’re…fuck.”
“Then come back here and let mefinish what I started.”
“Not before I do. It was a wrong move what I did. I just didn’t expect that when I was inside your wetness whether your pussy or your mouth, I’d lose it like an amateur. Fuck. I shouldn’t be saying this either. I ruined everything, si?”
“What? You didn’t ruin anything, Fabio, and you don’t have to treat this like one of your paid dates. You like me, and that’s why you’re having sex with me. I think you’re smart enough to know I feel the same way. I wouldn’t be naked with you if I didn’t. I wouldn’t be sucking you cock if I didn’t.” I touched his face and the back of his neck, bringing him back to me. “I know it’s scary and new and vulnerable, but it’s okay. We both like it. So let’s just be vulnerable together…and please let one of us come right now. I’m cold and having blue ovaries at the moment.”
“Cazzo. Mi dispiace. I’ll fix it in a sec.” He dove into my pussy nose and lips and tongue in, leveling up, as if what he was doing earlier was just warm-up. He had one hand on my breast and the other on my ass, squeezing simultaneously while eating the shit out of me. Then, I didn’t know how, but it wasn’t the perfection of his tongue or the firmness of his hands touching me in all the right places that pushed me over the edge. It was the look in his eyes when he glanced up from my body and captured my gaze, his whole mouth devouring me, that did it.
I heard about women coming with a tongue, a toy, a cock, a finger, a fist, a fucking alien egg even, but not a look.
I exploded madly in one of the fiercest, most satisfying orgasms I’d ever experienced, letting out sounds I didn’t know I could make.
He was still giving me that look, but it wasn’t just connecting with my eyes. It was examining every fiber of my body, every reaction, every jerk and squirm, getting hungrier, darker, intensifying the pleasure it rippled in me, taking away all my control.
“I want to be inside you. Right now,” he whispered.
I nodded rapidly. It was all I could do to give my consent, as if, under that gaze, I still had any will.
