Page 73 of Dominance

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he mutters, dropping down at the foot of the bed, kissing my belly, and lower.

“Try…” I moan, aching for his tongue to find my apex, for his fingers to caress my center.

“You taste…amazing…” he gasps between lashes of his tongue, his lips buried in me.

And each of those growls, those heated words send a shock through me.

My eyes flare with each one as he watches me from between my tense and quivering thighs. A little smile plays on his lips as he glances up, that devastating gaze splitting me right in two.

It’s a promise of how he’s going to make me feel.

Any worry is washed away in the surge of his attention, his focus entirely on my pleasure, on worshiping every inch of me. It’s unreal.

It’s unique.

Perfect.

Every caress sends me soaring, rushing toward my first release and farther, deeper into a place where I know I will never come back from. A place where only he and I reside.

That place is my heart, hidden away.

Secured for so long.

And he’s shattering my defenses.

Each kiss he places with such care on my body destroys my inhibitions, my insecurities. And they send my heart fluttering, pounding, and my hands scrambling for something to hold onto, anything.

The sheets bunch in my grip, bracing me as I begin to come undone.

The flush of heat, the blushing swell that starts at my toes, blossoms through my core, up through my ribcage, erupts out through my fingertips, flooding my brain in pure unfiltered ecstasy.

Everything about him is exquisite, more hypnotizing and stimulating than anything I’ve ever felt before, than anyone I’ve ever been with. And Adriano is more beautiful, sexier, and more powerful than anyone I’ve ever seen in my life.

His muscular arms, his shoulders, the column of his neck, stretching down the curve of his back like a canyon, running down to perfectly sculpted ass as I look down on him, devastating me over and over again with every thrust of his tongue.

His hands find my sides, teasing my hips and I giggle, shuddering slightly.

“Sorry,” he laughs.

My only reply is a deep, sudden moan as he finds his way to the summit of my sex, pressing into it with purposeful spirals of his incredible tongue.

“Right there!” I groan, arching up into him.

My whole body starts to shake, tremors rumbling through me.

My toes curl as my calves pull down on his back, dragging him into me closer, keeping him right where I need him. The small humming noise of pleasure that escapes his lips as I tighten makes me even hotter, drives me faster to my climax.

Adri knows exactly what he’s doing as he increases his pressure, speed, gripping my hips.

But if there was any question, I guide him with my ever-increasing moans, with a twist of my hips tilting, turning, making sure he gets to those spots that I want him to touch most, that I want him tolickthe most.

There’s only one thing that would finish this sooner, end me in a heartbeat, and like he planned this, like he’s perfectly in sync with my mind, Adriano reaches up, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples, caressing…

The first waves of my orgasm wrack my frame, sending me into lip-biting, back-arching, hip-bucking spasms.

It’s fucking incredible.

Coruscating ripples zip along my skin, under the surface, making every muscle glow in ecstatic rushes of pleasure. It’s over way too soon.

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