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“That’s it. Look at you. You look so beautiful, Anna. So fucking beautiful.” She smiles through half-mast eyes, the sensation taking her to new heights. “That’s it, baby. Don’t stop.” And she doesn’t. She keeps at it until her eyes roll back, her back arching off the bed once more. “Stay still, baby. I want you to take it all in.”
Anna lets out a whimper but does as told, drawing circles on her clit until she can’t take it anymore.
“Caro…mio,”she attempts to call out as her orgasm hits her, sending her into heights she’s never experienced before.
I know she’s riding her high just by the way her body trembles, how her legs clamp around her hand, trapping it there until life starts making sense again. Once the electricity surged through every last nerve ending, she lifts her hooded gaze back to me, the longing in her blue eyes slicing my heart in two.
It takes her a moment to come down from her euphoric state, and when she does, she fixes her top back down and sits up straight, leaning forward to grab the phone. The doting expression on her face has me spiraling in the best way.
“I thought you said you didn’t have a present for me this year,” she teases, licking her parched lips. “That was…”
“I know,” I grunt, my whole body tense, aching from what I had to watch.
“I’m kind of sleepy now,” she yawns.
“You had a big day.”
“Hmm,” she hums, falling back onto the bed, placing her arm under her head. “Thank you for always being so wonderful.”
“Anything for you.”
Anna kisses her fingers, the same ones she just used on herself, then presses them softly to the screen.
“Good night,caro mio.”
“Good night,vita mia.”
The second the call ends, I shove my sweats and boxers down just enough to free my cock, grab it, and give it two hard strokes.
I come instantly. That’s all it takes. Two measly strokes, and I’m done for.
I drop onto the bed and stare at the ceiling with the most idiotic smile spreading across my face.
If anyone saw me now, they’d think I’d lost my mind.
But that’s what Anna does to me.
She unravels me.
Chapter 23
Annamaria
Nineteen years old.
For the past few months, we’ve been FaceTiming each other every night nonstop.
Though, is it really FaceTiming if neither of us shows our faces?
Sigh.
The only downside to our late-night phone sex is the fact that Raffaele is adamant about never showing his face, so as punishment, he doesn’t get to see mine either.
Though I doubt it’s much of a punishment since he gets to see everything else. How my hand travels down my breasts, in between my thighs, the way I come for him. I always come for him. Which doesn’t seem hard for him to do, since every night he awakens things in my body I never even thought possible. I’m pretty sure his voice alone could make me see stars.
However, for all the pleasure he gives me, he’s never once asked for anything in return, so tonight, I want to change that.Unfortunately for me, it looks like he’s going to need some convincing.
“There’s no need, sweetheart. I’d rather focus on you,” he coos after I’ve stated my case.
