Page 87 of Whispers in the Dark
Suddenly, he stops, looking up at me as he lets my nipple drop from between his lips. Sitting up, he pulls down the zipper on my plaid skirt, then tugs the fabric along my thighs and over my ankles, tossing it aside. He gazes down at my body, covered in only a sheer black pair of tights and black underwear. His large hands splay over my thighs, gliding possessively up my skin. His index fingers hook beneath the tights and the lace of my underwear, rolling them down. I lift my legs, gracefully helping him as the fabric delicately skates over my skin, then is flung to the side.
With tenderness, he wraps his fingers around my ankle and brings it up to his lips, where he places a kiss on the inside. A tremble rolls through me, anticipation for what’s to come building between us.
Dropping my leg, he stares at me with a fire in his gaze. I’m ready for whatever is about to come my way when he takes me aback, shifting off the bed, and standing beside me.
There’s something so vulnerable, so primal about being completely naked before him as he stands fully dressed.
He rolls up his sleeves, revealing his muscular, delicious, veiny forearms.God, he’s so handsome. He turns and walks toward a bar cart, pouring himself a glass of amber liquid with ease.
I blink a few times.Is he really making a drink right now?
He shifts to face me, swirling the liquid as his eyes roam over me from head to toe.
Every nerve ending in my body feels alive.
Like I could unravel at any moment just from his stare.
“Thirsty?” I ask breathlessly with a bit of annoyance, as his lips should be on me and not on that glass.
With a devilish smile, he takes a sip of his drink and strides over to me like a panther stalking its prey.
My fingers curl into the sheets, my chest panting with each quick breath I take.
He stands at the edge, looking down at me as his eyes explore every part of me.
I wait—the desire for him building immensely inside me. I rub my thighs together, trying in a futile attempt to dim the pounding need.
Leisurely, he swirls his finger in the drink and then holds it out for me. I swallow hard as I lift my head, my lips wrapping around his finger, sucking the contents off. The liquid doesn’t burn as much as I thought it would, and instead offers a sweet yet spicy finish that slides smoothly down my throat.
Mauro’s eyes grow wilder as he watches me. I twirl my tongue around the pad of his finger, and his breath turns heavier from the movement. He removes his finger and then lowers his head, capturing my lips in a kiss.
Just as I reach up to wrap my hands around him, he pulls back and walks toward the end of the bed. My thighs squeeze together, but with a simple shake of his head, I hear his command loud and clear.
He wants me to spread my legs open for him.
So, I do.
He groans at the sight of me, and with one hand, he removes his shirt before he unfastens his belt and unzips his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He slips his thumb inside the hem of his boxer briefs and tugs them down, carefully stepping out of them and leaving him in absolutely nothing.
Wetness drips down my thighs at the sight of his cock springing forward. A drop of precum glistens against his tip, and I instinctively lick my bottom lip, ready to be filled by him.
Kneeling one leg on the bed, he leans forward, the glass of whiskey hovering inches over my body. I wait with bated breath as he deliberately tilts the glass, the amber liquid spillingbetween the valley of my breasts, the cold creating a pleasant shudder. He trails the liquid down my stomach before stopping right above the center of my legs, where he finishes it off. Dipping his fingers into the glass, he retrieves the large ice cube and then reaches over me, placing the empty glass on the nightstand beside the bed.
He lowers himself, positioning his mouth between my breasts, connecting his lips to my skin.
Sucking. Licking. Kissing.
He devours every last drop.
Gliding his tongue across my body.
Savoring the taste with unhurried caresses.
Once I’m a puddle of need beneath him, I watch with a thundering heart as he sucks on the cube, the melting liquid trailing down his chin.
And the moment his icy tongue slides over my clit, I scream out as so many sensations slam into me.
His arm encircles my thigh, lifting my hips in the air as he laps up my center from back to front, his tongue pressed flat against me.
