Page 33 of Alessia
“I want to feel you.” I all but growl at her, my hunger and need for her reaching a peak. My middle finger finds her clit and I feel her slickness. She’s soaking wet for me. I travel further down and I slide my fingers inside her.
I hum in approval, her pussy clenching around my fingers. “You are so wet for me, Tesoro.” I sink down to my knees grazing her mound with my nose, smelling her scent. I feel my own arousal pooling in my pussy. But this is not about me. I want to pleasure her. Make her explode around me. My tongue sweep across her clit, just a taste. Her hands intertwine with my hair and she tugs softly. My core clenches at the sensation. I start pumping my finger into her, bending them so I hit that soft spot women love. I am rewarded with a cry of pleasure.
“That’s it babe, scream for me. Don’t hold back!” I say against her clit before I suck on it, hard. I can feel her pussy pulsating around my fingers, so close to her orgasm.
“A-Alessia, I-I…” Words stumble out of her.
“Come for me, Tesoro. Scream for me!”
With one last suck on her clit, she comes undone for me. Shuddering and moaning my name. She rides my face until her legs give out, I lick up every drop of her arousal.
She sags against the shower tiles and I stand to hold her up, kissing her softly. Harper holds her eyes closed but a satisfied smile tugs at her lips.
But I’m not done with her, this is just a moment for her to catch her breath. I grab a big towel from the rack and dry her off, then I take her hand and lead her over to the bed. I lay her down on the Egyptian cotton and look at her from the foot of the bed. Her eyes are glassy and content, ready to fall asleep. But there is no rest for the wicked.
The bed dips under my knee as I climb on it to crawl to her. Her pussy still glistening from her release. Now that I had a taste of her I want more, need more. I crawl over to her, up to her mouth. I nip at her lips, a question to let me in. My lips fuse to hers as I lick and softly bite her lips. She lets me in, our tongues tangled in a feverish dance. This woman is going to be my undoing. Her breath hitches and I feel her nipples tighten against my own breasts.
I back away from her and sit on my knees between her legs, such a pretty view, her chest is heaving and her dark brown eyes are burning with need.
“Turnaround.” My voice is hoarse and stern. Harper raises a brow and makes no movement.
“I said… Turn. Around.” This time she complies, hesitantly, she turns to lay on her stomach.
“Ass in the air, I want to see your pussy and beautiful round ass.”
This time see does as she’s told and lifts her ass up for me. I trail my fingers down her tattoo, over her ass and through her wet pussy.
“Still so ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes…” Her answers almost like she’s holding her breath, waiting for what’s coming next. My fingers still gliding up and down her pussy, circling her clit and then back up again.
“Let’s see if that pretty pussy of yours has had enough or if it wants more.”
“More, please…”
Hearing her say ‘please’ makes my own core clench, my own pussy dripping with pleasure.
I lift up on my knees and pinch her clit, making her gasp. One hand caresses her curvy ass while my fingers slowly slide into her pussy. I feel her relaxing into my touch. When I hear a little moan I lift my hand and let it land on her left cheek. Another gasp leaves her lips but she leans into me again. I look down at her ass, to the place my hand just landed and see a faint red mark.
“Good girl.” I praise her.
“Again?” she asks.
“Such a greedy girl.”
She stays silent and as my fingers curl inside her to that sensitive spot my hand finds her right cheek. She moans loudly.
“P-Please… More please!”
I lean over her and kiss her spine, my fingers pumping inside her. I hear her pussy getting wetter with each thrust of my fingers. I kiss down her spine until I’m back behind her. I give her four quick slaps, two on each cheek. I feel her pussy clenching down on my fingers, rippling.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes!” She all but screams now. Her need is so overwhelming that she loses control.
That earns her another combination of slaps.
“Yes, what?”
