Page 64 of Thorns of Death
“What does ‘piccolina’ mean, anyhow?” I questioned him. “You have way too many Italian nicknames for me.”
“Little one.” He paused for a moment before answering. “With a big and sweet personality.”
My cheeks heated. I couldn’t quite decide if it was hot or corny.Definitely hot.
“What are you doing?” I asked, keeping my voice low.
A dark chuckle echoed through the line. “You don’t want to know.”
I let out a frustrated breath. Why did he always assume he knew what I wanted? He definitely didn’t.
“Yes, I do.”
“I’m jerking off,” he grunted. My breathing stalled, the image of Enrico lying naked in bed searing my mind. I could picture his hand wrapped around that thick cock, pumping his hips. Desire, raw and carnal, clawed in my gut. I shouldn’t picture him. I shouldn’t want him. Yet, I couldn’t stop.
“I want to see,” I breathed, my skin prickling with lust. “We could FaceTime.”
His response was prompt. “Only if you let me see your pussy.”
Oh God, I should say no. I shouldn’t think about him naked in bed, his thick, muscular thighs parted as he jerked off.
“Okay,” I heard myself answer. There was no harm in FaceTime. It wasn’t like he could touch me, or I could touch him and succumb to this attraction that sizzled even through our text messages.
Slipping out of the bed, I drifted into the small hotel bathroom and closed the door behind me, the tile cool on my feet. I pressed the call button, the soft ringing stopping short as Enrico answered almost instantly.
I had no idea where he set up his phone, but it gave me the most magnificent view of his naked body. He was propped against the cushions of his bed, his smooth, rigid muscles a work of art. Bracing his feet on the mattress, his muscular legs parted to give me a perfect view of his length. He worked himself hard, his hips flexing and biceps straining as he jerked himself off.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, a soft sigh escaping my throat. I licked my lips, wishing I could taste him. Feel his hard body against mine. I wanted him so badly. My pussy clenched, remembering the feel of his dick, the stretch of it as he filled me. It was a good thing we were not in the same house, or I’d be tempted to seduce him. Or let him seduce me.
Our eyes locked through the small screen, the definition in his abs making my thighs quiver with desire. Jesus Christ. When it came to him, I was a wanton woman.
His movements paused. “Touch yourself,dolcezza. I know you’re hungry for my cock.”
“I am,” I breathed. “So much that it aches.”
I propped my phone against the mirror, hooked my fingers in my boy shorts, and slid them down my legs.
His body went still, his entire attention focused on my movements. He seemed to be holding his breath.
“Get on that counter behind you,” he instructed. “I want to see your pussy. I want to watch you get off at the same time as me.”
His fist wrapped around his shaft once more as he began stroking slowly from root to tip. Each pump sent a throb inside me. I was soaked… a needy, panting mess.
I hopped on the counter, and almost instantly, the coolness of the surface soothed my overheated skin. I spread my legs wide and slipped my fingers between my legs. My clit was swollen, and the brush of my fingertips against it sent a shudder through my body.
He sucked in a quick breath, his fist squeezing the head of his dick. “Madonna, you’re fucking hot,” he continued, shifting to squeeze his balls. “Such a pretty pink, glistening pussy. All mine.” This felt too good. So dirty. So erotic. “Mydolcezzalikes being watched, doesn’t she?”
His eyes were locked on my pussy as I watched him pump up and down, the muscles in his forearm bunching, working.
“I do,” I moaned. “But only by you.”
“Madre di Dio,” he groaned, his hips punching forward. I swiped my clit again, biting my lip to keep from moaning.
“I want you inside me,” I whimpered.
Enrico’s expression twisted like he was in exquisite pain, and his hand picked up speed along his erection.
“Pull apart your lips and show me how wet and swollen you are.” Eager to please, I parted my folds and let him see. “Taste yourself. Imagine it’s my mouth on your clit, tonguing that pretty pussy.” I dipped a finger in my wetness and brought it to my lips, sucking the tip inside and cleaning the arousal off.
