Page 120 of Beneath the Shadows

Slowly, reverently, I undress her, taking my time, savoring each moment as more of her is revealed to me. For so many years, I imagined this—dreamt of her like this, bare beneath me, trusting me completely. Each touch feels like the fulfillment of something that was always meant to be.

I trail my lips along her collarbone, down the curve of her neck, across her shoulders, tasting her skin and memorizing the way her breath hitches with each touch. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted and so much more.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur as I slide her leggings off. My hands trace the smoothness of her thighs, and I can’t help but marvel at how perfect she is.

Alessia pushes up on her elbows, watching as I pull my shirt off. Her eyes linger on my tattoos before her teeth catch her lower lip.

“Spread your legs,” I say, my voice dropping an octave.

“I’m scared.”

“I won’t hurt you.” I lower myself over her and brush a kiss against her lips.

Her gaze holds mine, seeking more reassurance. I kiss her again, letting my touch say what my words can’t, showing her the depth of my promise. Slowly, her body softens beneath me as her hands slide over my shoulders, pulling me closer.

My touch is light against her skin as I trail kisses down her neck to her breasts. I tease one nipple, taking it gently into my mouth while my fingers trace the other. Her breath quickens, each soft sound a quiet invitation. “Do you like that?” I ask, looking up at her.

Alessia responds by arching her back into my touch, silently communicating her pleasure. My lips trail down her stomach. As my hand slides across her hip, she lets out a small sigh.

I part her legs and run my finger through her arousal. “You’re so responsive.”

“It feels so good,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

“Do you want more?” I ask, my finger teasing her entrance

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Tell me what you want.” I urge as I feather kisses along her inner thigh.

“Kiss me,” she whispers.

“Where?”

“There,” she says so quietly I can barely hear her.

“Where’sthere?”

“Antonio,” she says my name, frustration in her voice.

I glance up at her with a grin. “You’ll have to be more specific,tesoro.”

“My pussy,” she says softly. “I want you to kiss me there.”

Desire courses through me, going straight to my cock. “As you wish.” Without hesitation, I part her folds, my tongue sweeping over her clit with a slow, deliberate stroke, savoring the softness of her. Her taste, warm and intoxicating, fills my senses as I circle her clit again, flicking my tongue over the sensitive bud. Gradually, I pick up the pace, each soft moan from her lips driving me closer to the edge.

Tracing slow, deliberate circles with my tongue, I savor every response as her body reacts beneath mine. I slip one finger inside her, easing into a gentle rhythm before adding another, pressing deeper. Her moans grow louder, her body arching as I find her G-spot and massage it, while my tongue moves in soft, rhythmic strokes over her clit, coaxing her pleasure with every touch.

Her body writhes, and I steady her with a firm grip on her hip. “Antonio,” she breathes my name, and I push her closer to the edge.

“It’s okay,” I murmur. “Just relax and let it happen.”

“I don’t know how,” she whimpers.

She fists the sheets, her legs tensing as her climax builds. Her walls tighten around my fingers, and with one final thrust of my tongue, she shatters, crying out my name as her orgasm takes over.

Her body trembles, lost in ecstasy as I continue drawing out every wave of pleasure. A warm rush flows over my fingers as I push her even higher. I don’t stop until the final tremors fade, her body gradually surrendering to the soft aftermath of release.

I’ve dreamed of this moment, imagined her taste for years. Alessia watches as I bring my fingers to my mouth, licking them clean. She tastes even better than I’d imagined. “Delicious,” I say, savoring the word.

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