I need this. I need to take her gently, softly, as if I'm apologizing for what happened yesterday though I don’t regret it in any way.
I lower my head to take one of her beautifully formed nipples in my mouth, making circles with my tongue around it and then sucking it deeper and deeper, biting it just a little and sucking again, harder this time until she moans louder.
"I need you inside of me," she murmurs, but the sound is more like a desperate cry.
When I don’t enter her and continue stroking and kissing, she adds, more demanding this time, "Now."
She runs her hands down my back and grabs my ass, trying to push me inside of her sweet wetness.
"Not yet." I shake my head, not believing my own words as my dick hardens to granite.
But I force myself to ignore my own needs because today it's not about me, it's about her and her needs, her pleasure. I want her willing to die of desire.
For a second, I stay motionless, looking at her face. She places her lower lip between her teeth and closes her eyes in pleasure, but when I stop caressing her, she opens her eyes wider and gives me a look full of lust and desire.
She's fucking perfection.
And I can't get enough of looking at her.
She clears her throat and digs her long, beautiful nails into my back so hard that I'm sure she’s marked me, but I like it, and it turns me on even more, if that's possible.
"Don't stop then," she commands, both angrily and demandingly, but it sounds more like a desperate plea.
Her big brown eyes are sparkling with passion as she licks her lips and tries to push me closer between her legs.
I don't give in, pulling my dick away from her wetness and cupping both of her breasts with my hands, pushing them together until her swollen pink nipples touch each other. A low growl rumbles deep in my chest as I greedily suck both of them.
She cries out with sharp delight, arching her back and digging her fingers into my hair, grasping my head in her hands and thrusting her beautiful breasts into my face.
I make a couple more circles with my tongue over her nipples until I'm finally able to let go of her perfect breasts. I lower down, stroking her belly with my lips and my unshaven cheeks as I glide my way to her wetness, licking her soft skin all the way down to her pussy.
She starts scissoring her legs as I make my way down, holding my head in her hands, directing me to go lower, where she wants it the most.
"Open wider," I groan, moving her legs apart. She obeys without hesitation, her legs rising over my shoulders as I grab her ass with my palms.
I started tracing slow and lazy circles around her clit, stopping for a moment and then starting back up, sucking it hard and then teasing it slightly, only with the tip of my tongue.
"Ricardo…I can't…" she cries out loudly, gasping for air, looking at me from above.
As our eyes meet, I smile. She's even more beautiful when she's aroused and begging me to stop this pleasant torture. Unfortunately for her, I love torturing her too much to end everything that quickly.
Greedily I suck her engorged nub, harder this time, dripping her honey, flicking my tongue back and forth across her clit as her hips start rolling up and down against my mouth, trying to get to the climax faster.
My tongue sweeps over her pussy lips in double circles, tracing figure eights, while my finger slips into her wet tight cunt, searching for her G-spot.
She cries out louder, arching her back and wrapping her legs around my neck as I find her sensitive, sweet spot, entering her pussy with another finger.
"Don't stop…" she pleads, rocking her hips to match the strokes of my fingers as I make more eights with my tongue.
And one more double circle.
Eights and double circles.
I squeeze her ass with my other hand, sucking her pussy and shoving a third finger inside her sweet, creamy juices.
My cock is throbbing as I do more eights and double circles, and I feel her body start shaking, clenching tightly around my fingers when her orgasm starts washing over her body.
Stroke, another stroke, more double circles and thrusts of my fingers into her hole, and she continues trembling in my arms, with her legs still shaking and her pussy still pulsing against my mouth.
I let her enjoy her climax in full before I pull out my fingers from her cunt and push my face away from her pussy.
I lift her legs up and place them on my shoulders as I take my cock and rub the tip of it along her folds.
"Are you ready for another round?" I ask playfully, looking at her satisfied face from above.
"Always," she murmurs with a smile.
I enter her slowly, at first only with the tip of my cock, feeling how her pussy clenches around me, covering me with her cum.
When I go deeper, I try to make it as slow as possible even though I want to slam inside her in one swift motion. I pull out just as slowly, and with my next move, I try to get deeper inside of her.
I look down to see how my cock disappears into her pussy, coming out covered with her juices. I love what I see.
I thrust into her again, faster and deeper this time while her legs still hang on my shoulders as she cries out loud moans.
I can't stop the growl coming from deep in my chest as I speed up my thrusts. I sound like a wild animal ready to die but begging for mercy.
"So good," she cries out when I start rubbing her clit with my thumb, and her pussy clenches my cock tighter.
Her walls fall down, and her body starts shaking again, squeezing my dick so hard that I can't hold back my own pleasure.
The first few quivers of her pussy around my cock are all it takes, and the heat jolts down my body, and my balls get hard as steel the moment my own orgasm starts washing over me.
Chapter Twelve
Angie
I curl up against his shoulder, pressing myself to his warm body. We don't speak as he brushes his fingers over my belly under the sheets.
We've been lying here for I don't know how long, since the early morning, and it’s already late afternoon. We ordered food and ate in bed, right after we had the most sensual sex ever.
We made love. That's all I can call it. There are no other words for what it was. He placed kisses all over me, without missing a single inch of my body, sucking my nipples, licking my pussy, making me come and come who knows how many times.
That’s never happened to me before. I’ve never had such a tenacious emotional and physical connection with someone.
"How long are you staying in Tuscany this time?" I ruin the silence, asking the question that bothers me the most.
"I don't have a deadline," is the only thing he says.
He doesn't want to tell me. He still can't promise me anything.
He gets up on his elbows and looks at me from above. "But you won't be able to get rid of me very soon."
He smiles, and I smile back, but I'm not satisfied with the answer and I don't feel happy. I feel nervous again.
"Why did you run away from London?" he asks right away, sweeping my hair from my face and brushing his thumb over my lower lip.
That's the question I’m not ready to answer yet.
"I needed to get back to work," I exhale. We both know it's not true. I could've stayed for a couple more days, I just didn't want to.
"Is it because of what Amanda told you?"