Ignacio smiles at me. “Mmm, Doc gave me that bit of good news this morning.” He leans in and barely brushes his lips against mine. “Do you need something, Little One?”
Sliding my hands out of his hair, I run them down his neck to his shoulders, holding on as I arch my back, pressing my chest to his. “I need you, Amore. Please.”
He slides his hands down my back, pulling at my shirt, tugging the hem out from the waistband of my skirt.
The first touch of his hands on my bare skin is electrifying. I gasp, every nerve-ending is on fire, and he hasn’t even done anything yet.
“I like this shirt on you,” he says.
“It’s new. Lio and I did some online shopping.”
The shirt isn’t anything special. It’s blue and maybe a little more feminine than I usually wear, but it fits me well and goes perfectly with the frilly black skirt I’m wearing.
I lift my arms as Ignacio sweeps it off me. He skates his hands down my sides before gently gliding them up my abdomen tomy chest, pinching and pulling at my nipples. Moaning, I hold onto his shoulders, encouraging him to play with me however he wants.
I’m at his mercy, his to command if that’s what he chooses.
This isn’t like the first time we had sex. That was fast and hot. This is more like a slow burn. One that makes me squirm and desperately beg for more, but I don’t want it to be over too soon. Not after all this time of not being able to have him.
“Skin…I want to feel you.” I reach down and tug at his shirt, though I'm more of a hindrance than a help when it comes to taking it off.
Quiet laughter floats between us as Ignacio finally gets his shirt off. Splaying my hands over his chest, I trace every inch of him that I can. Skimming my fingers across every tattoo and scar until I reach the still-raised and vividly pink one that tells the tale of him almost dying for me.
My breath catches in my throat, and I meet his eyes.
“I’m okay, Little One,” he says softly. “I’m here with you.”
“You almost weren’t…”
“I know. But I am. Focus on that, on the now. On us.”
Leaning in, I kiss the base of his throat, flicking my tongue against his flesh to taste him. Ignacio shudders, letting out a shaky breath as I kiss down his body, stopping to lavish attention on each nipple, grinning when he moans and threads his fingers through my hair.
Working my way down to his scar, I place gentle kisses around it, giving him the treatment he deserves for standing strong for me—for us.
Looking up at him as I trail my lips and tongue to his waistband, I grin. “I want you, Ignacio.”
“Then have me.”
Together, we get his pants and underwear off, leaving his hard cock bare for me. Wrapping my hand around him, Igrin as he groans and watches me with heavy-lidded eyes. My hand looks so small wrapped around him, and it sends a thrill shivering through me. Need pulsates through my core, making my cock ache with desperate desire.
I love Lio, and one day, I want him to fuck me, but having someone so much bigger and stronger than I am, who can throw me around if he wants? Force me into whatever position he wants?Fuck.It’s a thought that makes my head spin.
Adjusting my position on the bed, I lean down and take the head of Ignacio’s cock into my mouth, moaning at the taste of his pre-cum.
He grips my hair, and though he doesn’t force me to take more of him, I hum around him in encouragement.
Slowly, I slide my mouth all the way down his length, removing my hand from his base so I can take him as deeply as possible. His cock twitches and his hips jerk a little, making me splutter around him.
“Fuck,” he moans, his hand in my hair gripping the strands harder, causing tears to well in my eyes.
Lifting almost all the way off him, I take a deep breath before going down on him again. Over and over, I repeat the process, taking him deeper into my throat on each pass, getting high off the heat, smell, and taste of him.
His cock pulses when I scrape my teeth over the delicate flesh, adding a little pain to his pleasure.
He uses his grip in my hair to lift me off his cock, making me whine in disappointment.
“You’re going to make me come, and I don’t want to do it in your mouth,” he tells me in a rough voice.
