Page 53 of Ciao, Amore

She moved lower, following his trail of soft belly hair and kissing as she went. Frustratingly, she raised herself on her palms on either side of him to avoid contact between their bodies. His cock was standing up higher now, twitching again as if wondering what the fuck was going on.

Then she reached the destination that had him sweating. Grinning up at him, she rose to pull his boxers off, and he raised his hips to assist. When his cock sprang free, it slapped against his stomach with a thud. She bit that sexy bottom lip, as if she found him as fucking mouthwatering as he did her.

That was it. He was in the midst of raising his hands to grip her when she withdrew, giving him a stern look.

“Nico. What did we agree on?”

“I wouldn’t touch you until you said.” He sighed. “But come on. You’re fucking hot. I want to get up in there…” Nico reached lower suddenly, his hand close to her panties before she brushed it away like a pesky gnat.

“Nope. Not until I give you the okay.”

“Alright, dammit.”

Nico pretended to sulk, but secretly, he was enjoying this slow buildup, that heady rush of excitement at the unknown, although he had a decent idea of what was coming next.

He wasn’t disappointed. Daniela made herself comfortable between his legs and began a long, leisurely stroking of his cock with one hand. Those fingers made a nice, tight tunnel, and each stroke only made him harder. When she lowered her face and touched the head with the tip of her tongue, his hips jerked. Nico watched, flooded with the hot, wet pleasure of that tongue swirling around the head, then licking up and down like his dick was the tastiest lollipop she’d ever had.

“Mmm,” she murmured. “Nice. I’ve been wondering what you’d taste like.”

So unbelievably hot. Her pink tongue flicked at the slit, lapping up the glossy liquid that was rolling down the side. His hips pumped again, though he was trying to control himself. “Fuck, Dani…”

She enveloped the whole head next, then more and more still, her hand moving lower on his shaft to continue pumping the darkened flesh that was left exposed. Now he couldn’t help it; he had to move, feeding her whatever she could handle, andfuck, she could take a lot.

For a while, he closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on something else so he wouldn’t come too soon, anything other than the sounds of her enjoying his cock with throaty moans. The scent of flowers and the sea, the scratchy wood under his restless fingers, and very faintly, the sound of a television from someone’s room. None of it, no sight, smell, or sensation, could surpass that mouth, that sweet, fucking sinful mouth gliding up and down, or the soft tongue pausing to tickle the pleasure knot on the underside.

His balls were tightening, the coil of tension building as he trembled, lost in this exquisite torture, the agony of being forbidden to fondle or taste any of her.

“Suck me…yeah, like that,like that,” he groaned. His hands struggled on the lounger, lifting for a second, then gripping, heeding her warning. The restraint from not being allowed to touch and her incredible tongue were about to make him blast off. When she drew him down even further and her throat contracted around him, that was it. Either she stopped now, or he’d blow. “Wait, no, stop.”

His laugh was breathless while she pulled off with a last long, slow movement, handling his cock like a master flute player. Dani pressed one hand to his racing heartbeat as she sat up and kneeled between his legs. She continued working him with the other, keeping him primed with a small smile of amusement.

“Enjoying yourself?” she asked.

“It’s fucking awesome,” he admitted fervently. “But it would be even more awesome if you let me…”

He tried reaching a hand, hoping she’d relent, but nope. Dani took it and placed it firmly back on the armrest.

“Behave, Nico.”

With an almost genteel manner, Dani stood. She cupped her breasts and squeezed them.

“How am I gonna suck on those titties if you don’t let me touch you?”

“Maybe you won’t.”

“Why would you torture me like that? You know I love them,” he said, his legs shifting and his cock now bobbing for more of her attention. He needed to touch her now like he needed to breathe.

He’d never truly known the meaning of the wordcraveuntil this moment.

“If you’re good, maybe you will,” she amended.

But instead of releasing those beautiful breasts from confinement, Dani pushed her panties over her thick ass and down her thighs, stepping out of them and leaving them on the grass. Nico’s gaze traveled from the lacy scrap of cloth up those mile-long legs. He wanted to bite those thighs, but he held back, sweating out the minutes until she swung one leg over, took his cock in her hand, and lowered herself on top of it with excruciating slowness.

As she sank onto him, inch by inch, she moved her hands to the headrest above him and pushed down until he was fully seated in her pussy. Glorious, drenching heat embraced him, and he stared up at her in awe, that after days that seemed like centuries, she was allowing him inside her again. Nico pushed up with a small thrust, and she grinned, even as a spasm of pleasure creased her face.

But then…she didn’t move. Not one muscle. Maybe she had to get used to being penetrated at this angle. Maybe she was merely enjoying the sensation of his cock growing impossibly harder and stretching her walls. Or maybe…

Dani’s grin was devilish as she stared down at him. If it weren’t for the wild flutter of the walls of her pussy, he’d think she was sitting down for a nice cup of tea with scones, like butter wouldn’t melt in that luscious mouth still wet from sucking him.

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