Page 44 of When She Unravels
He breaks the kiss, drops his hands to my shorts, and peels them quickly down my legs.
When he kneels in front of me, I press my palms against the desk. Anticipation of what’s about to come makes my breasts ache and my pussy quiver. He considers my thong for half a second before he fists one of the straps and tears it off me.
I yelp. “Damiano!”
His wicked gaze lands on my face. “Sit on the edge of the desk,” he commands, “and spread your legs.”
My heartbeat drums inside my ears. I’ve only had sex once.Once.This is already way more charged than anything that happened between Lazaro and I that one night. I swallow and feel blood rise to my cheeks. I get my butt up but I can’t seem to make my legs move.
Damiano notices my hesitation. One of his brows arches up. “Timid?”
“No,” I say immediately. He’s baiting me because he knows I’ll bite.
“Then show me that glistening pussy.”
I groan. My face feels like it’s sunburned.
He drags his big hands down my bare thighs. “You’re shy.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
A hint of a smile appears on his lips. “Then why the hesitation?”
“Give me a moment, okay?”
His eyes fill with a subtle tenderness that nearly unravels me. “You don’t need to be shy around me, Ale. There’s nothing you can do to make me think your body is anything less than perfect.”
He wraps a palm over each knee and starts to move them apart with gentle force. I shut my eyes and breathe. Deeply. I’m probably leaking all over his beautiful desk.
When he’s finished spreading me open, he makes a rough sound in his throat. “Fuck.”
He shrugs off his suit jacket, and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, looking like a man possessed. Slowly, he brings his face closer and closer, and then he draws his hot tongue over my seam.
That first lick is so divine that I fall back on my elbows and let out a desperate whine. He twists his tongue over my clit, then drags his teeth over the hood, playing me like a fucking instrument. How does he know how to do this? Do all normal men learn at some point?
When he lifts my thighs and places them over his shoulders, I collapse fully on the desk. Something hard digs into my back. “Ouch.”
He peeks up at me, his mouth still sucking on my clit.
“Not you,” I pant as I reach under my back and wrap my fingers around the offending object. It’s a thick, expensive pen.
He takes it from me.
“What are you doing?”
His eyes darken as he starts fucking me with his tongue. I feel the cold surface of the pen brush against that other hole, and I start to squirm. “Damiano—”
He pushes the end of the pen, wet with my juices, inside just an inch, and I gasp in shock. My thighs shake, it’s like my entire body is a live wire, vibrating with electricity. He’s still watching me, tracking every reaction he sees on my face, and I’m sure that in this moment, he knows what I’m experiencing better than I do. I’m so overwhelmed with new sensations, I can’t think. He replaces his tongue with his thick fingers and does that come hither motion from earlier. It’s enough to push me over the edge. I dig my fingers into the carved edge of the desk. Everything dims except for the powerful shocks of pleasure that radiate from my core.
He holds me steady while I ride out the waves, and once they pass, he takes the end of the pen out of me, stands, and presses his body over mine. I’m still panting, my breaths fanning over his wet lips as he says, “You taste so fucking good, Ale.”
“Do I?” I’ve never thought about my taste before.
“Lick it off my lips.”
He wants me to taste myself? I’m not sure how I feel about it, but I know I’ll do anything he tells me to at the moment. His dark gaze holds me in its grip as I dart out my tongue and drag it over his full bottom lip. Hmm. It’s not unpleasant. Earthy and a little salty. I lick him again, and this time he moans and presses his mouth over mine.
I tangle my hands in his hair and wrap my legs around his waist as he devours me. I can feel the desire he has for me, and not just because of the hardness in his pants, but because of the desperate vigor behind his kiss.
