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Natalia
“Doyou like how your life is right now?” Antonio asks, his anger growing, causing that vein on his right temple to show. “Do you enjoy breathing air, Natalia? We can’t have people knowing that you’re mine. Not yet…”
“When?” I demand in a question.
“I don’t know, for fuck’s sake,” he says, frustrated. “‘Did you forget that you’re promised to that fucker in Italy?”
“I don’t care. It’s you I want.” The words of my admission seem to hang in the air, its boldness smothering any further objection in his throat. “But I understand if you don’t feel the s—” I begin, but he steals my words and all further thought on the matter with arough, greedy kiss I didn’t see coming.
His arms move high on my sides and his body tightens against mine as he lifts me off the ground to bring me up to his level. I’m giddy, aroused, and longing for more in no time, sinking into this sweet, surreal fantasy. That’s what this all is. A fantasy. It has to be. My life could never be this cut and dry. The idea that I could ever have the personI want most is girlish, wishful thinking.
But as much as it’s a fantasy, as unrealistic as this wish is, his kiss, our attraction, this unavoidable thing between us is as real as the cool surface of the marble table that I feel pressed up against my back when Antonio lowers me to it. It’s as undeniable as the feel of his hands wrapping my legs around his waist for more contact. It’s aspalpable as his warm mouth on mine, and his hot, rough palms slipping under my camisole and gliding over my skin.
He cups my breasts, his thumbs instantly circling each needy, hardened nipple, already knowing the heights that move takes my arousal. I’m so heady and overflowing with so much need that my hips lift off of the table’s surface, wanting more of his large body on mine, his overpoweringheat, his possessive touch.
There are so many clothes tangling up between our bodies. Too many. He must have the same thought at the same time, because it’s only moments later that he lifts my back slightly off the tabletop and pulls my camisole above my head, throwing the fabric off the edge. My breath goes ragged when his head lowers to my chest, and I hiss out a needy moan as his hotmouth covers one breast. I don’t believe I can ever get used to the unbridled passion that spreads through me as his warm, wet tongue circles my tender nipples, slowly extracting so much desire from every cell in my body.
I’m greedy with an insatiable need for more.
It’s an indescribable craving I’ve never felt before.
For all of him to merge with all of me.
Aroundme and inside of me.
It’s all I want.
Nothing else matters.
“Please Antonio,” I cry out his name on a breathless moan, my head lifting off the table to look at him as he drives me wild, pleading with just my heavy-lidded eyes, begging him to read between the lines and take more of me.
All of me.
He glances up at me for a brief moment and I see the same intenseneed reflected in his eyes, his entire face betraying his lust as those hot kisses of his move south.
With deft fingers, the button of my jeans is undone and my zipper lowers, exposing my stomach to the cool air. Soon my jeans and lacy panties are past my hips and down to my ankles, but he doesn’t remove them. No. Not this time. Tonight, he grips the bulky material between my ankles, keepingmy feet imprisoned and my thighs spread apart as he lifts it over his head. It’s the hottest, naughtiest move he’s made so far, virtually wearing my legs, panties and bundled up jeans like a lifesaving ring around his neck. Maybe he’s saving us both. Lowering to his knees, his hand slides under my ass, and he pulls my hips down the table until my drenched pussy is tight against his gorgeousmouth.
He teases a trail up one side of my folds and down the other with his tongue, flicking my clit each time he makes his rounds, and when I’m least expecting the torturous movement to change, he buries it deep into my core with one thrust. I cry out his name, barely recognizing my own lust-filled voice in the air as my hips roll each time. Fuck. I love the way he fucks me with his tongue.It’s freeing, full of satisfying goodness, causing my inner walls to pulse and tighten without any conscious effort on my part. Every wave of pleasure and longing crashes higher above my head. I want to rein it in, to control it, to make it last, but I have no control over the effect this man’s tongue has on my core.
And every other part of my body, clearly.
His firm hands grip mybutt cheeks, spreading them, allowing his tongue to drive deeper inside me. I’m so close, and when he presses a finger on my tight little hole, that small move overtakes my will and sends me flying to a blinding climax. My body shakes, and all I can do is hiss out his name mindlessly.
“Antonio… Antonio… Oh, my God, Antonio.”
He lifts from between my legs and covers my body with hisin a hot embrace that extends the flood of sensation and emotion traveling through my body. “Yes, princess,” he groans out on a deep, raspy breath that resonates through me. “Remember that name. It’s the name of the man who owns every square inch of you.”
I want him.
I want it all.
Including the thick, hard, meaty cock pressing up against my throbbing core through his dressslacks.
Come inside me, I think, but the words won’t come. I’m a stupid little girl. I’m not brave enough. Not confident enough to ask for exactly what I want. Not that he’d do it, but I wish I could form the words.
He takes my chin in between his thumb and index finger, and I look up at him, our eyes locking. We don’t speak, but there’s no need for those now. I see it all in hiseyes.
