Page 106 of When She Unravels
He dips his head to my chest and licks one nipple before moving to the next one. I bury my fingers in his hair and tug him closer.
Damiano presses his nose against the valley between my breasts and inhales. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you all day.”
“Just today?” I tease.
He rises on his arms above me and huffs a chuckle. “Every day since I first laid eyes on you. You somehow made even that blue uniform look good, your little ass sticking up while you cleaned my office.”
I smile. “I knew you were looking.”
He glides down my body until his face is in line with my new panties. He licks me over them, teasing my clit just a tiny bit. “I was always looking at you,” he says against my pussy, and it feels deliciously dirty. “Now, let me see.”
I lift my hips so that he can slide my underwear down and then widen my legs. He sucks in a breath, mutters approvingly in Italian, and buries his head between my legs.
The scratch of his short beard against my thighs drives me nearly as mad as the sensation of his tongue lapping at my clit. I coil his hair around my fingers and tug on the strands, but no matter how I pull him toward me, he doesn’t relent. A coil tightens more and more inside my lower belly, until I’m thrashing in his enormous bed, desperate for a release.
He wraps his big hands around my thighs and lifts me up, never allowing his mouth to leave my pussy. Just when I think I might die if I don’t come right fucking now, he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks.Hard.
I burst. My entire body is flooded with pleasure. He lowers me down on the bed, pushes two fingers inside of me while I’m still pulsing with my release, and somehow, inexplicably fucks me with them until I’m back on the edge again.
“Oh my God,” I sputter.
He smirks. “He’s not here. I am.”
A shiver runs down my spine. “I think I might come again.”
“Good girl,” he says hoarsely. “Show me what you’ve got.”
He’s relentless, hitting this spot inside of me over and over again, and then suddenly, it happens. I think I see my entire life flash in front of me. I arch my back, cry out his name, and feel myself fall over that cliff again.
He groans. “Fuck me. Baby, you just squirted.”
Despite the mind-numbing euphoria, his words are so shocking I get my wits about me quick. “What?” I can’t see anything, but when I sit up and press my hands against the sheets, they’re wet. “No way.” I’m absolutely mortified.
“Fuck, I can’t believe I didn’t see it.” Damiano reaches over me to flick on the light on the nightstand and then moves back to where he was.
I thought he’d look disturbed.
Instead, he looks like someone proudly admiring their work as he stares at the ruined sheets. He looks so pleased, and it immediately eases my embarrassment. Then he lifts his eyes to me and gives me a spirited look. “We’re going to do that again with the lights on.”
I laugh and fall back on the bed. “Later, please. I don’t think I’ll survive another one.”
He’s there above me seconds later. His mouth finds mine, and he kisses me for ages. I’m desperate to return the favor, even if I’m sure I won’t be nearly as adept at it as he was with me. When I ask him to sit up on the edge of the bed, and he understands my intention, his gaze grows hooded.
I push my nervousness aside and wet my lips. I can’t believe what I’m about to say. “You told me you’d fill every one of my holes with your cum. So far, you’ve been under delivering.”
A lazy grin spreads over his lips. “You’re fucking filthy, Vale.”
I rub one cheek against his hard length, then the other. His fingers tangle with my hair, but he allows me to control my movements. I lick the underside of his cock and swirl my tongue around the top.
He groans. “Put it in your mouth.”
I do, and I take it as far as I can manage, which isn’t all that far. He’s thick and long, and when my mouth doesn’t reach more than halfway down, I wrap my hand around the base.
He seems to like it. His breathing grows harsher the more I stroke him, and his grip on me tightens.
“Relax your throat,” he says. “You can take me farther, baby.”
He’s right. I push my butt harder against my heels, and he angles his hips forward so that it’s a straight line between his cock and my mouth. It hits the back of my throat, and my eyes water, but somehow, I manage not to gag.
