Page 126 of Beneath the Shadows

My hands slide down his chest, savoring the hard planes of muscle beneath my fingers. As I reach the waistband of his pants, I slowly sink to my knees, looking up at him as I undo them.

“Alessia,” he breathes, his voice thick with need.

“I’ve never done this before,” I confess. “But I want to try.”

Desire flares in his eyes, dark and intense. “I should be the one worshipping you,” he growls, his voice low and strained. “But fuck, I want to see your pretty lips wrapped around me.”

Tentatively, I take him in my hand, stroking gently before pressing my lips to the velvety tip of his cock. The way his breath hitches sends a thrill through me.

“You look so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth,” Antonio rasps, his voice thick with arousal.

Antonio’s reaction is immediate, a deep groan escaping him as his fingers thread through my hair, guiding me with a gentle pressure as I take more of him into my mouth. Tears spill from my eyes.

He pulls back quickly. “Shit, I’m sorry. I should never have?—”

My hands snake around his ass pulling him toward me as I swallow his length again. This time controlling my breathing as I work his length in and out of my mouth. The salty taste of his arousal intensifies my desire. His sharp intake of breath each time I explore a little further reassures me that that I’m doing the right thing. Knowing I’m the one bringing him pleasure is a powerful feeling.

His whispered encouragements, laced with deep, husky notes, become my guide. I’m attuned to every shift, every shudder. As my confidence grows, I cup his balls while I take him deeper sucking before I slowly release him letting my tongue swirl around his piercings.

“Fuck Alessia, I can’t help it,” he rasps as he threads his fingers through my hair wrapping it around his hand.

Looking up, I nod giving him permission. His hips begin to buck as I squeeze his sac with my palm before releasing it and allowing my fingers to explore the space between his balls and ass.

“Not going to last,” he grits through clenched teeth. He tries to pull away, but I shake my head and continue to suck him deep working my lips and tongue over ever hard inch.

I pull back slightly, teasing him with my tongue before taking him deeper, my hands exploring every part of him. His breathing grows ragged, his control slipping.

His eyes, dark with arousal, never leave mine, holding a silent conversation and deepening our connection.

Antonio’s grip on my hair tightens. “Alessia,” he breathes my name on an exhale, followed by a low, guttural moan as he spills into my mouth. “I don’t deserve you,tesoro,” he says, his voice filled with awe.

“That was incredible,” he says, a smirk playing on his lips. “But now it’s my turn.”

Before I can respond, he guides me over him. His hands grip my hips as he urges me to straddle his face. “I want to taste you,” he says, his voice thick with desire.

“Antonio, I?—”

His hands grip my hips, guiding me up until I’m straddling him, my core hovering just above his mouth. With his arms hooked under my thighs, he holds me firmly in place, his tongue plunging into me, making my body jolt with surprise.

“Oh my god,” I murmur.

His mouth clamps around my clit sucking it into his mouth causing my head to fall back on an exhale.

Antonio continues teasing me, licking and probing, devouring me with kisses. His hands roam over my body. One follows the curve of my hip while the other works its way to my breast.

I arch my back, pressing myself against his tongue, biting my lip to stifle my whimpers.

He stops momentarily. “Don’t hold back,tesoro.I want to hear every fucking sound.” His voice holds an edge of dominance which only adds fuel to the fire burning inside me.

“Please don’t stop,” I beg.

The words are barely out of my mouth when he thrusts his tongue inside me, drawing a scream from my lips. His thumb finds my clit rubbing it in small circles.

His touch drives me to the edge, and when I finally come, a cry escapes. The release is overwhelming, but Antonio’s arms are around me, steadying me as I collapse against him.

The warmth of his embrace cocoons me, allowing the tears to flow freely. They're tears of release, of fear and pent-up feelings that had no outlet until now, mingling with the profound relief that comes from being cared for so deeply.

As I settle against him, my breathing slows into a steady, peaceful rhythm. Antonio’s hand strokes my back, each touch gentle and reassuring.

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