He yanked the jeans and her panties down to her knees, and then he wrapped his hands around her butt cheeks, squeezed hard, increasing the burn from her paddling. He dove in, latching his mouth and tongue onto her pussy and eliciting a sharp cry from her.
His deep rumble of approval vibrated through her pussy and sent shivers up her spine as he held her tightly to his mouth, allowing her no escape, no respite from the sensations rocketing through her.
‘Oh, Joseph!” she cried out into the darkness, grasping his shoulders, hoping he’d hold her up since she was hobbled in the jeans and could only balance on her toes curled up in the long, silky fibers of the rug underfoot.
His hand slid up her spine, and the heat from it was a shock against her cool skin. She moaned when he wrapped his hand in her hair and tugged gently, just enough to let her know who was in control but not enough to hurt her.
“Yes,” she murmured as he latched onto her clit and licked at her opening, the erotic, wet sounds setting her cheeks aflame as he discovered firsthand how soaked she was for him.
He supported her lower back, and she tilted into him as the tightness in her cunt began to build. How quickly he had her on edge.
“More, Joseph. Please! Please!”
He growled in enjoyment and slid his other hand up her torso to cup one of her breasts as he steadied her and licked her to the most ferocious orgasm she’d had in a long time.
“I’m coming! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Her fingers scrabbled at his shoulders, when she tried to maintain her balance as her world went a little topsy-turvy. Still quaking with her climax, she arched when her backside came into contact with the cool suppleness of leather.
Blinking, she looked around her and realized he’d laid her out, still panting and twitching, on the curved divan in front of the tall window. Illuminated by the moon, his tan skin turned a burnished silver as he stripped from his shirt and then removed his belt and wallet and laid them aside. He loosened his pants, letting them slide to the floor. His boxers were a black knit fabric that absorbed the light. She reached out so she could help remove them to see what was beneath because she wanted him. Now. Her cunt clenched as if in agreement, but he backed away and chuckled as he toyed with the waistband.
“Greedy, fiammetta?”
“Mmmm, very. Come here, Beastly.”
“I intend to spank you for giving me that nickname…one of these days. I’ve never been nicknamed by a sub,” he said, reaching into the night table drawer for a condom.
“I’m not much of a sub if I’m not afraid to nickname you, now am I—Beastly?”
His laughter echoed through the large bedroom, and the sound gave her a tremendous sense of accomplishment. “You are one-of-a-kind, woman.”
“What say you fuck your one-of-a-kind woman, hmm?” she murmured, spreading her legs wide for him in wanton invitation while he sheathed himself.
He was on her in an instant but not thrusting wild inside her. No, he maintained control better than that. Some part of her had known he would. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have showed such complete trust in her incitement of him.
Lifting her hands, he curved them back behind the upper edge of the divan. “Your hands go here.” His eyes glittered silver in the moonlight, and she nodded as she felt the handholds he was indicating.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned as her slick pussy made contact with his hard, hot length. Flexing her hips, she did her best to entice him, a sense of vulnerability striking her as the head of his cock aligned with her opening. Joseph could do as he wished to her. He studied her face and then leaned forward to kiss her. His lips were as gentle as his first thrust was fierce. He pinned her to the divan and impaled her on his cock. Except for the fine tremble in his breathing, and the telling way his eyes rolled back, he held perfectly still.
She lost control then, thankful for the anchor of the handholds as she moved beneath him as much as he’d allow, bringing herself to orgasm and imploring him to fuck her as he held still, groaning with passion.
“Fuck, I love the way your cunt feels, squeezing me as you come. One more, fiammetta.”
“Fuck me, please, please!” She needed him to move. She tightened her thighs and struggled against him, feeling the climax coming with certainty but needing him to move.
“One more,” he growled and popped her ass cheek, hard.
She froze, the cry stuck in her throat, as the orgasm boiled through her until she could barely breathe, the climax building to greater heights as he began to gently thrust, keeping it rolling on and on.
“Very nice, sweet angel, very nice,” he murmured, gently biting down on her shoulder as his thrusts became harder and harder until she thought she’d explode. She couldn’t possibly have more orgasms inside of her, but he proved it, bringing her to the edge and pushing her over again and again.