After wrapping my lips around her clit, I suck it into my mouth, then do a long, leisured lick up her slit. She tenses up immediately, and her husky moans echo around the room.
“Oh,” she moans, writhing.
Needing something to tame the throbs of my cock from how delicious she tastes, I wedge my shoulders between her thighs, spreading her wide, then lie flat on my stomach. As I lick and suck her clit, I fuck her with my tongue and grind my dick into the carpet.
I’m incredibly hard. So much so, you’d think I hadn’t released only minutes ago.
Lucia’s body wiggles and jerks as her fingernails claw at the carpet. Her seductive scent and the desire crossing her beautiful face spur me on. I poke my tongue deep inside her before replacing it with my fingers.
My hips churn relentlessly against the floor when her pussy struggles to take two of my fingers. She’s snug, and the knowledge triples the aches of my cock to sink deep inside her.
Lucia’s fingers find my hair as the pumps of my fingers and the strokes of my tongue drive her toward orgasm. Her tugs are painful, yet I can’t get enough. They show she’s losing control as fast as I did when she strutted onstage, and while this may not have been the outcome I was seeking, it is very much mutually desired.
“Ride my face,angelo. Rock against me until you scream my name in ecstasy.”
“I’d… have… to know your… name first.”
I’m obsessed with the fact that she can barely talk. It means it won’t take a week for this to happen again.
While rubbing her clit with my thumb, I peer at her over the fleshy globes bouncing on her chest. She has fantastic tits. More than a handful, but not so large that the skin is overstretched.
“Dante, angel.” My words drag over gravel before leaving my mouth. They’re extremely husky.
I almost come on the spot when she murmurs, “Dante…” in a husky whisper.
She isn’t checking if she misheard me. She’s responding to the pressure of my thumb on her clit and how good it feels when my fingertips find the sweet spot inside her.
When I return my mouth to her pussy, she grows wetter and hotter. I tongue her clit while groaning through the sensation of her tight cunt quivering around my fingers.
Within seconds, she reaches climax with a surprised cry, and her whole body trembles.
Her shoulders join as the most beautiful expression in the worldcrosses her face. She’s free. Only for a minute but still soaring without limitations.
“Good girl,” I murmur when her return from the ecstasy doesn’t see her immediately tugging at my locks, soundlessly requesting me to move our exchange to sex. She rolls her hips slowly, grinding against me, already chasing her next release.
While nuzzling her clit, I slow the pumps of my fingers. I gradually build up her next orgasm, working for the privilege. Heat flushes her neck before it extends to her cheeks. Even while writhing beneath me, unsuccessfully staving off a climax, she looks angelic.
Her nickname suits her well, but I’d be a liar if I said I’m not doing everything in my power to make it seem fraudulent.
I want her screaming my name louder than the bass of the music pounding through the main part of the club, and I want it now.
Circling her clit with my tongue, I grind my fingers into her. My balls are heavy again, pulling closer to my body. The wish to fuck claws at me. I’m desperate to sink inside her, to officially make her mine, but I need her next climax more. I need her to know what this means to me, and that I’ll forever cherish the gift she gave me when she let me finish down her throat.
As I tongue her clit while milking her G-spot, her moans shift from breathless murmurs to husky screams. A fine mist of sweat covers her body, and she shakes more with every flick of my tongue.
“Christ,” she murmurs, her tugs on my hair now cruel.
“Close,angelo. Very close. But we can do better.”
After pinning her hips to the ground, I eat her like a man starved of taste. I bury my face between her thighs and go to town on her greedy cunt.
I can’t stop licking her, tasting her, fucking her with my mouth. It’s almost manic. Brutal. It’s borderline caveman-like.
“Christ… shit… fuck…”
My dick will be covered in carpet burn by the time she comes. That’s how firmly I’m driving it into the carpet. We’re moving in sync, fucking with the rhythm of two people who’ve been intimate for years.
It is the best sex I’ve ever had, and I haven’t even entered her yet.
