Page 110 of Vicious Intentions
“So good,” she moans.
“Good. Now pinch it for me.”
She doesn’t have time to think the order through before following it to a T. This time, she doesn’t squeak… she purrs.
Oh, my fucking God.
“Did you feel that sting? That was my teeth sinking into your flesh, and now my tongue is lavishing it, before sucking your nipple into my mouth. Do you feel me, baby?”
“I feel you everywhere,” she confesses on a strangled moan.
“That’s my good girl. Now I want you to do the same on your other nipple. Tease it softly before letting me bite down on it.”
Again, she follows my instructions perfectly, brushing her fingers over her nipple until it hardens. It’s only when she’s made sure it’s nicely perked that she pinches it, another loud moan leaving her as her body begins to shiver in ecstasy.
“I feel… feel…” she mutters uncontrollably.
“What do you feel? Tell me,” I order.
“I feel an ache… here,” she says, rubbing her thighs together.
Okay, if I was fucked before, seeing my woman needy and horny almost pushes me off the edge.
“I know, baby. And we’ll get to that, I promise.”
“You will?”
“Have I ever left you wanting?”
“Yes,” she says, surprising me. “Every night after you kiss me. This last month, I’ve always been left wanting more. It’s been torture.”
For me too, vita mia.
“Tonight will be different, okay?”
“How? Teach me.”
I swallow hard as my heartbeat accelerates.
“Open your legs for me, sweetheart.”
She does as told, and I bite back a curse since the camera angle refuses to show me what I ache to see.
“Lean back further into the bed.”
She inches back in the bed, her head lifted up to make sure she never disappears off my screen.
“Stop right there,” I hum when I spot the wet patch on her panties. “Stay right there. Lie back and lift your knees up, one foot spread as far as you can from the other.”
I watch her reach for a pillow and place it sideways in the middle of the bed, resting her head onto it in a way she can still see me on the phone, before following my instruction of parting her thighs for me.
“Like this?” she breathes out nervously.
“Yes,cara mia. Just like that,” I groan on an exhale. “Now, I want you to take my hand and softly brush it over your apex.”
“Like this?” she asks, using her fingers to lightly brush against the damp spot between her thighs. Another soft sound escapes her lips, her eyelids drooping heavy with desire.
“Perfect. I’m going to do that again. I want to see you do it again.”
