Page 138 of The One
He runs a finger through my wetness and brings it to his mouth. I watch enthralled as he licks his digit, his eyes closing for a moment as if my taste is the most exquisite thing.
When they open again, they’ve turned black, his pupils blown with desire.
“Divine,dolcezza, I can’t wait to devour you. You’re soaked and swollen for me,” he says with a voice I’ve not heard from him before. It’s gravelly and deep and it makes my tummy somersault.
He lifts off me and slides down the bed, dropping onto his knees on the soft carpet. His fingers wrap around my ankles, pulling me down to the edge of the mattress until my legs hang over.
I yelp when he spreads my thighs, his hands digging into my skin to keep them open when I try to close them. His gaze zeroes in on my weeping pussy, and I swear the hunger in his eyes would make me agree to anything.
“So far I’ve only had my finger in you, but I need a proper taste. I might die otherwise.”
A bit dramatic perhaps, but I’ll take it.
I rise onto my elbows and watch, almost in disbelief, as he licks me from top to bottom.
I squirm.
The sensation is so foreign, I don’t know what to do with it.
Teo repeats the action, his tongue so capable it makes me writhe for more.
He kisses my core with the same passion he devoured my mouth earlier. His tongue works my clit with precision and I might go out of my mind if I don’t have more of him.
“I’ve done a little research,” he breathes against me as he finally, ever so slowly, pushes a finger inside me. “As long as I use just one and keep it on the top wall of your pussy, we should be fine.”
I’m about to tell him I don’t care if he breaks my hymen, but the words die on my tongue when he hooks his finger, rubbing a spot that has me seeing stars.
With his tongue circling my clit and his finger inside me, I’m climbing to that edge of insanity rapidly.
My hips have a mind of their own, moving involuntarily against his heavenly mouth.
“That’s it,dolcezza. Show me how much you want this,” Teo rasps.
I can only moan in response.
My orgasm builds in a slow, rolling wave that makes my entire body thrum with pleasure and heat.
Grabbing a fistful of Teo’s hair, I anchor him to me, never wanting him to stop.
I squeeze my eyes shut as every nerve ending in my body fizzes and pops. Mateo continues to devour my pussy like he’ll die if he doesn’t get more.
When I’m primed and ready to go flying over the edge, he eases away, lazily lapping at me while pumping his finger in and out but slower now. The peak I was hurling to fades into oblivion.
“Nooo,” I whine, and he chuckles.
“You’ll come when I’m good and ready to let you, and not a moment sooner. In the bedroom, I own every inch of you. All your orgasms are mine.”
I half moan, half pant.
His dirty mouth, it’s…
My thought is cut short when Teo tortures my clit again, reducing my bones to liquid.
But I’m not about to fall. He’s keeping me balanced on a knife’s edge.
“Whose are you, Mari?” he asks out of the blue.
What?
