Page 74 of Dominance

I need more. I want so much more.

And I must have said so because Adriano chuckles, leaning back. “And I fully intend to give it to you. When you can’t take it anymore.”

It’s pure sexual indulgence. Arrogant in just the right way.

And utterly spine-tingling.

I love every second of it. His fingers join his mouth when he dives back down, teasing my opening as his tongue circles closer and closer, tighter. Speeding into a fluttering rush again. A feather light touches back and forth across my apex, exposing my clit to devastating effect.

My hips are gyrating uncontrollably after only a few seconds, my second release on the horizon. And just as quickly as he started, he stops, dipping his tongue down. Slipping right around my opening, tasting me, curling into me.

The deep, rumbling moan of satisfaction vibrates into my middle as he tastes the soaked mess that I know he’s already drawn out of me. There’s nothing more tantalizing, making me nearly come with just a sound.

This is the unbelievable sex that books could never quite replicate, never quite explain. Every sensation speaks to me of romance, lust, love, and longing.

And now it’s mine.

He’s mine.

Those feather light touches of his tongue find my bud again, sucking his lips to pull me into his mouth. Just as he does, his thumb presses to my opening and I realize just how badly I need him to fill me. To complete me.

Tilting my hips forces the tip of his finger inside me, but not nearly enough. Each time I try he pulls back, teasing, a little deeper each time.

Just when I think I can’t handle it anymore, just when I think I’m going to scream with frustration and longing, he gives in, thrusting inside gently, knuckling the bundle of bliss just inside me, firing off explosions of feeling in my head, making my body shudder, my mind flash in ecstasy.

The rhythm of my writhing takes over, taking me straight toward the edge. I can’t wait.

I give into it.

The rush hits me harder this time, forcing a cry, nearly a scream, from my mouth, my head slamming back into the pillows, my ass grinding into the sheets. It’s lightning, thunder, shaking the foundations of my world.

Clenching around his finger, I flex to draw out the length of the orgasm, but it’s gone too quickly. Already fading, leaving me drenched, gasping.

For more.

“I need you inside me.Now.” I don’t care how pathetic I sound. If I sound like I’m begging.

I am.

Adriano doesn’t hesitate, dragging me toward him, pulling me off the bed and sitting down, setting me on top of him like I weigh nothing. We kiss as my knees hit the mattress to either side of him, holding me above his rigid column, letting the glistening head of him brush along my folds, dallying for only a moment to let my body prepare, to let me catch my breath.

But I can barely contain my impatience.

The taste of my sex on his lips is too much for me to resist. It’s utterly intoxicating.

There’s no coming back from this, from what he’s already done to me. I will always want more. And more. And more.

His hands never stop holding me tightly, keeping me pressed against his chest as we share the deepest, most sensual kiss. I feel him throb under me, notched to my entrance and ready. But waiting for my permission, for me to make my move.

A smile plays on his lips as I back off just a hair, watching his eyes. He knows what I’m doing. That I’m intent on causing him the exact amount of torture he caused me.

But unfortunately for him or maybe very fortunately, I don’t have the patience he had.

Reaching back, I stroke the thick width of his shaft, keeping him just inside me, only a hint of what I can nearly feel him dying for. His eyes flare with every squeeze, every pump on my fingers.

I let my eyes drift half-closed as I rock back and forth over him, savoring the building expectation of what he’s going to feel like. We move as one rolling like waves in the ocean.

Adriano flexes in my hand a few times, his breath hitching as he nearly slips inside, but I hold him off, pinned down with my splayed fingers on his chest, the other hand gripping his cock, and the steady roll of my hips above him.

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