Page 143 of Untamed

Her lashes flutter. “Are you sure, bambina?” I ask, already breathless and she hasn’t even touched me yet. Jordyn responds with a slow nod and bites down on her lower lip.

“I’m sure.”

I ease my thumb along her jaw, tracing the delicate curve of it, steadying both of us. “You don’t rush,” I whisper. “This isn’t about going fast. It’s aboutfeelingevery second of it.” She nods faintly, lips parting. “You start slow,” I say, my voice barely a breath now. “Use your mouth, your tongue. Let your lips explore. Find what feels right and don’t overthink it.”

She swallows, her hands tightening slightly where they rest on my hips.

“And if it’s too much,” I add, tilting her chin ever so slightly, “you stop. You look at me. Just like this.” Her gaze flicks between my eyes, wide and open, full of trust. “Can you do that for me, bambina?”

She nods. “Yes.”

I brush the back of my fingers along her cheek. “Then show me.”

And I let her.

Let her lean forward, slow and unhurried, her breath ghosting across my skin. My muscles tighten with every inch she closes,every second I fight to stay still. I’m fire and need and restraint wound tight beneath her hands, and I’ve never wanted someone to take me apart sogentlyin my life.

She starts soft, bare lips, featherlight, testing.

And it’s staggering.

It’s worship. And I swear, when her mouth touches me fully, my vision whites out for a second. And it’s not just from the pleasure that pulses through me, but from the ache of it.

The intimacy and trust.

The way this moment is as much about what we feel as what we do.

My hand cradles her head, my voice breaking on a groan. “Just like that…brava, bambina…”

Her mouth moves with growing confidence, soft, curious, unhurried. Like she’s learning me by heart. Every sound she makes, every breath she takes, I feel it deep. Bone deep. Like something inside me is finally being rewritten by her hands, her lips, her perfect mouth.

My hand tightens in her hair, not to guide her… just to hold on because I need to. Because the way she’s touching me,seeingme, undoes something I’ve spent my entire life holding together with blood and fury.

I drop my head back against the tile, eyes shut, breath ragged. “Jesus, Jordyn…” I moan and she hums at the sound of her name, and I almost lose it right there, five seconds in.

The steam swirls around us, thick and curling like smoke, but I can still feel the way she moves, eager, unworldly, and just a littleuncertain. It makes me want to drag her into my arms and tell her she has no fucking clue what she’s doing to me. But I resist the urge, because fuck me she does.

And she’s doing itbeautifully.

My other hand finds her jaw, thumb brushing along the hinge of it, a quiet reward. “Yes, baby, you’re perfect,” I breathe. “Just like that…”

Her eyes flick up to mine, and I swear to God I see it, that spark of something that lives only between us. That quiet ache that’s never been about lust, but aboutneed.

Jordyn, swirls her tongue around the crown and sucks a little harder, pushing me deeper into her mouth as she becomes more comfortable and confident.

“Use your hand, bambina, stroke me...” She does, sinking down further onto my cock, her lips stretching to accommodate me. Her hand wraps around the base of me, stroking in time with her mouth, and I feel like I’m on fucking fire. Her eyes flick up to meet mine, and the look in them is pure fucking sin.

She moans around me, the vibration sending shivers down my spine, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. Her mouth is hot and wet and fucking perfect, and the way she’s looking at me, like I’m everything, is making me fucking feral.

“Jordyn…” I warn her, my voice breaking as I feel that familiar stir starts to coil deep in my groin. I gasp, “Attenta, bambina... sto per venire.”Careful baby, I’m about to come.

But she doesn’t stop. If anything, she takes me deeper, her throat opening up to swallow more of me, and I lose it. My hand grips the top of the shower door so tight I’m surprised it didn’t shatteralongside me. “Fuck, oh fuck, Jordyn...I’m coming.” My hips jerk forward as I come hard down her throat, my vision goes white as pleasure explodes through me. My cock throbs with every surge of my orgasm and she swallows every drop, her lips still wrapped tightly around me while she milks me dry.

When I finally come back to myself, she’s still on her knees, looking up at me with those stunning eyes, her lips swollen and glistening with a mix of water and my cum. And I swear to everything holy that I’ve never seen anything more fucking divine in my life.

I reach down, curl my hand beneath her jaw and lift her gaze to mine. Her lips are damp. Her cheeks flushed. And those fucking eyes, steady, searching, locked on me like I’m worth watching fall apart.

I drag my thumb across her lower lip, slowly.

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