Page 91 of Little Deer
I release her, not wanting to cause her pain or discomfort. “Did I hurt you,cerbiatta?”
She shakes her head. “N-No, I just didn’t want to get you all wet. I just fed Soren not long ago so they aren’t super full, but they still might leak.” She looks unsure, like she’s not sure how I’m going to feel about that piece of information.
“Oh, I hope you’re about to get me very wet,cerbiatta,” I whisper seductively. “And I’m not about to complain about a little milk either.” She shudders but doesn’t argue with me. Good. I gently cup her breast again, careful not to squeeze as I flick her nipple again, watching her reaction. She gasps, her head falling and back arching, pushing more of her into my hand. “Mmmm, does that feel good, Lucy?”
“I’m so sensitive,” she whispers. Her legs shift, and I know she’s trying to get more friction. I don’t stop her, letting her enjoy the sensations.
I unwrap the arm holding her, slide my hand up cup her other breast lightly, playing with both nipples. She whimpers, head tossing against my shoulder as she arches into me, herfingers gripping my legs tight like she needs to hold on to something in case she loses control. My cock throbs.
“Massimo,” she gasps, a slight tinge of panic to her tone.
Fascinated, I continue to play with her, my entire purpose of bringing her over here lost in this moment of bringing her such pleasure. I release one breast, lowering my hand down her belly to her center, and when I carefully dip a finger between her thighs, I groan, finding her soaking wet. “Fuck,” I hiss, my cock jerking at the thought of feeling all that slick wrapped around me. “So fucking wet just from playing with these pretty nipples,cerbiatta.”
Her legs clamp around my hand, trying to keep me there when I go to remove it. “Oh, God, Massimo, please,” she pleads, her head tilting so she can look at me. Her eyes are wild, full of desperation and need. “I need more. Please. This feels so good. So fucking good.” She lets out a loud cry when I pinch her nipple just enough to give her the bite of pain I know she needs, and I move my fingers closer to her entrance, circling it, but never touching her clit. Just feeling the heat and slick of her.
Can she come just like this? With so little stimulation? I want to find out.
“That’s it,cerbiatta,” I rasp, circling her some more, and pinching her again. Her back bows and I know she’s getting closer. Her entire body is shuddering with it, her thighs trembling, and she’s getting wetter with each second. “Do you need to come, Lucy? Do you need some relief?”
“Yes. Yes, please, Massimo. Yes. Please.” Her hips jerk, then grind down on my fingers, trying to get them inside. I turn my head to watch her in the mirror and it’s everything I can do not to come right there.
Fucking gorgeous.
Her eyes are closed, pure pleasure on her flushed face, and her body writhes and arches into me, completely lost to theexcitement and need. I want to see her come just like this. I want to see that wonder and pure pleasure overtake her. “Spread your legs for me, Lucy. Now.” I growl, pure dominance in the command.
Her entire body shudders and I swear she’s come, but she stills her body, and slowly spreads her legs. Like it’s costing her. I watch her in the mirror, taking in the way her creamy legs spread, revealing her slickened thighs. She clearly shaved before coming out here, her pussy bare for me so I can see every part of her. The way her arousal coats her.
“So fucking beautiful,” I rasp, moving my hand to grip her thigh. The very thigh that she told me was too big. Fucking nonsense. I want her to see it too. I want her to see everything I see. “Look at yourself,cerbiatta. Look at the goddess staring back at you in the mirror.”
She stares, unseeing at the mirror, her hips jerking when I pinch her nipple one more time. “Massimo,” she sobs desperately.
“Look at yourself,cerbiatta. Just like this. Wet and wanting, begging for me just from pinching these pretty nipples. From barely touching this sweet pussy and you’re about to come. You’re fucking perfect. Do you see it? Do you feel how you excite me?” I grind my cock into her ass, the friction of my sleep pants making my teeth clench. “Tell me,cerbiatta. Tell me you know how beautiful you are. Tell me.”
“Massimo,” she cries. “Please, I can’t. I need…”
“I know what you need,” I assure her. “And I’ll give it to you soon.”
“Fuck,” she curses, but it comes out as more of a whine, her nails digging into my thigh so tight I’ll have marks there come tomorrow. And I’ll fucking love to see them as a reminder of this moment. “Massimo, I can’t focus like this. I need to come. Please.” She cries out again when I pinch her nipple,quickly moving over to the other breast and giving it the same treatment. My hand between her thighs searches out her entrance, and I feel it clench, trying to draw my fingers in.
“Do you see what I see, Lucy?” I coax her, rimming her, not giving her what she craves. Not yet. I need her answer.
“Massimo, I believe that you think I’m beautiful,” she gasps out in desperation, a slight snap in her tone. “I need time to think it about myself. Everything is different than I’m used to and that takes time.”
I know she’s right, but I also don’t want to ever hear her talk about herself that way again. “Good girl.” She shudders, arousal covering my fingers between her thighs. “And good girls deserve a reward, don’t they?”
She whimpers, nodding her head fast. I move my fingers up to her clit, circling it slowly, testing her, watching her in the mirror. She moans, deep, guttural, hips arching and grinding, her body straining into my touch. I’ve never seen a hotter moment in my life. She’s fucking glorious and I can’t wait to feel her come over my fingers. Even if my control is thread bare.
“Come for me,cerbiatta,” I order firmly, using the exact tone I know she needs. “Now.” I rub her clit harder, rougher, and she fucking detonates.
Her cries fill the closet, her body bucking, shuddering, with her orgasm. I have to hold her in place, which is fucking torture as her ass grinds on my cock. Only years of hardened self control keep me from coming in my pants like a fucking teenager. I watch the flush of her face, the dazed look in her eyes, and the ebb and flow of her orgasm through her body until she finally stills, panting.
“So fucking perfect,” I rasp, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. I pull my hand from her clit, pressing my palm flat to her lower belly and holding her in place as I try to regain some of my control. “Look at yourself now,cerbiatta. Look at how sated youlook, how your skin is glowing. A vision. Every part of you is so fucking perfect.” I purposely trace my fingers along one of the stretch marks, watching her reaction in the mirror. She doesn’t flinch or look at what I’m doing with discomfort or disgust. She just watches, fascinated. Perfect.
“Massimo,” she breathes finally, her voice husky from her cries.
“Yes,cerbiatta?” I continue to watch her, thinking of another way to make her come in front of that mirror again. I want all these images cemented in my brain. Hell, when I get her back to Sicily, I’m going to have our entire room covered in mirrors so I can see every inch of her.
“I was terrified earlier,” she admits softly, watching me. “I didn’t know if I could do this. That it would hurt or I’d get into my own head and ruin it.”
