Page 30 of Temptation
Greta’s hand brushes my face, and this time I don’t even flinch as she runs a smooth hand over my cheek. Her touch is like the breeze on a hot day, cool and at the same time heating my blood.
I take her face in my hands, and her skin is warm and achingly soft. My thumbs brush her skin, wanting to feel every detail--the downy hairs on her cheeks, the ridge of her cheekbones, the wet tears that seep from the corners of her eyes.
“You don’t think I’m a monster?”
She shakes her head. “No. You’re my dark prince, Lorenzo.”
My heart opens, and the darkness that I’ve carried around for years flees like a dark spirit, up into the air and through the open window and into the forest to find a new soul to haunt.
I press my lips to Greta’s, and it’s heaven. She tastes of candy and cherries, and her lips are so soft it brings tears to my eyes.
How have I been denying myself this for so long? But I also know that it could be no one else. No one but Greta could break the dark spell that held me trapped in my own trauma.
Her body presses gently to mine, and my dick stirs. Tentatively I move my hands down her body, and she moans under my touch, pressing her chest forward and tilting her head.
How have I been denying Greta this pleasure?
My hands circle her buttocks and I squeeze hard, marveling at the soft pliability of her flesh. She writhes against me, and the friction has my cock aching for her.
Watching Greta was the most erotic thing I had ever seen, but having her in my arms, is something else.
Suddenly there’s an urgency for what we need to do. I have felt her touch, and now I need to feel her naked against me, to feel all of her.
I tug at her sweater and pull it over her head. We kiss long and deep as our hands rove over each other.
“Come.”
I take her hand and it fits into mine perfectly. The simple gesture of holding hands, our palms pressed together, send shocks up my arms. I’ve denied myself human contact for so long that now every touch is like a mini earthquake, setting my body trembling.
I lead her to the bed, and she climbs through the cage door. This time I follow her.
We kneel together on the bed, and I slowly undress her the rest of the way. When her breasts fall out of her bra, I catch one in the palm of my hand. It’s heavy and warm and soft and I caress her breast, finding the hard nipple and taking it in my teeth.
Greta gasps, and her mouth pops open. I thought Greta was sexy to watch, but knowing I’m the one giving her pleasure is a revelation. My dick aches to touch her most intimate places, to crawl inside her and make her mine.
My hand slides between her legs and comes away sticky wet.
“You’re already wet?” I stare at my fingers in wonder, rubbing her sticky cream between my fingertips.
She smiles at me. “Do you like the feel of my pussy?”
She’s got a naughty gleam to her eye, and she must know how this feels for me. My senses are about overloaded.
I slide my finger between her folds, and the sticky heat makes me groan. My finger brushes her opening, and I slide a fingertip inside of her.
Greta gasps and she moves her hips forward, sinking herself onto my finger. For a moment, I can’t breathe. Her hot pussy is so tight it might squeeze my finger right off. It sucks at my nerve endings, sending shoots of pleasure up my palm. My cock jerks, and I leak pre-cum.
This is going to be embarrassingly fast if I don’t get a grip.
“Come for me, coniglietto.”
I focus my attention on my woman and rub my palm around her clit the way I’ve seen her doing to herself. My other hand reaches for my dick. It’s instinct to touch myself, but she stops my hand.
“Let me.”
Greta pops my cock out of my pants and takes it in her warm hand. I groan at the tender way she touches it, so different from my masculine tugs. Her fingers send bolts of heat jolting through my body until I think I might explode.
“Slow down.”
