His tongue was moving inside my mouth.
Hot. Hungry.
The kiss stole every ounce of breath from my lungs.
He stood up from the bed, not breaking the kiss.
Strong hands caught my waist, pulling me into him like he couldn't bear even an single inch between us.
I stumbled backwards.
Gasping.
I looped my arms around his neck to steady myself.
My head spun.
God, what's happening to me?
Everything felt dizzy. His touches were desperate, like he had been starving for me with every inch of his body.
His teeth grazed my lower lip and made me gasp.
He took that gasp as an invitation.
He bit my lower lip. Hungrily.
I moaned into the kiss, my mind completely gone.
His hand slid from my waist, moving up to my chin.
Tilting my face. Angling the kiss deeper, and messier.
God. I was unraveling.
My back hit a table.
I gasped.
His hands now roaming, his lips never breaking from mine.
I tried to keep up with him, but I was lightheaded. Finally, he pulled back.
His chest was rising and falling hard, and so was mine.
His dark eyes locked into mine.
Looking at me as if I'm his prey and he was just choosing how to devour me next.
I stared at him, trembling.
My lips swollen and damp.
He slipped his arms around my thighs and lifted me up.
" Ah!" I gasped, flying to his shoulders.
He placed me down gently on the table like I weighed nothing, his palms sliding along my waist.
His body slid between my legs, and my breath hitched.
His nose nudged the back of my neck before his lips found my skin, pressing a kiss there that sent a shiver trailing down my spine.
" Gosh!! You smell so good, principessa. "
He placed another kiss, this time lower, closer to my shoulder.
My head tilted on instinct. Exposing more of my neck, my eyes fluttering closed.
" Mnhgnn.." the sound escaped before I could swallow it.
He hummed against me, pleased.
" All you have to do is relax and let me pleasure you , principessa. "
After saying that, he sank this his knees infront of me.
The moment his eyes lifted to mine, my heart skipped a beat. There was something reverent in the way he looked up at me.
" Please..." I whispered, but I didn't even know what I was begging for.
His rough hands caught my thighs, spreading them apart. My breath hitched, the bodies of it making my legs tremble.
He leaned in and placed a kiss on my calf, he moved higher, kissing of my thigh.
His lips hovered dangerously close to where I was already throbbing for him.
He glanced up at me again, watching my face as he pushed my dress up slowly, dragging the frabic until it gathered at my waist.
His eyes landed on my black panties.
" Fuck, you're dripping. " He dragged a finger right over the center, pressing gently where I was already aching , and I gasped, my legs jolting slightly from the jolt of pleasure.
And in one go, he ripped off my panties.
I gasped.
He inhaled slowly , like he was savouring my scent.
" Let's hope," he whispered, his lips grazing me through the lace, " you taste as good as you smell. "
His tongue flicked over my slit, tasting me.
I gasped, my head falling back. " Oh my God! "
Alessio groaned against me like he liked the sound, and it spurred him on.
His hands gripped my thighs dragging through my folds.
He licked me with long , lazy strokes at first, savouring it, circling the sensitive bud of my clit before sucking it softly into his mouth.
My knees buckled. I couldn't stay still.
My hips trembled under the pressure, caught between the urge to pull away and the desperate need to press closer.
I didn't even know what I craved more.
" Stay still, " he murmured, lips brushing against me. " Let me taste all of you, principessa."
I thought I couldn't take it anymore, until I felt his tongue flick over the sensitive bundle of nerves again, followed by the firm press of his finger.
" A-alessio! " My back arched as he slid it into me, inch by inch , the sensation impossibly perfect. "
" Ah! You are clenching against my finger. Relax. "
His tongue never stopped moving. It circled my clit while his finger pushed deeper, circling slightly as if searching for something.
He found it.
" Ah – !" I gasped.
That smirk, satisfied sound rumbled in his throat again, and the vibrations only made me tremble.
" So this is it, " he mused. He didn't wait. His tongue slid over the spot, his finger thrusting into that part. My body welcomed him, wet and aching , my walls clenching around him like I didn't want to let him go. A second finger joined the first.
He worked them in carefully, filling me more, the stretch making me legs tremble.
His tongue picked up speed again, licking me like was desperate to taste every reaction.
" Oh my God... Alessio..." I moaned.
Fingers fisting his hair , my body so far gone I didn't even know what I was begging for anymore. I was already a moaning mess.
Every movement of his fingers hit a spot that made my entire body light up, and his tongue was ruthless, unrelenting, flicking, sucking, rolling in way that had my thighs shaking and my breath leaving me in frantic gasps.
" Look at you, " he murmured against me, his voice low and hungry.
" So wet, so fucking tight. "
He pushed in deeper, his fingers curling again, stroking that perfect spot inside me while his tongue never left my clit.
I cried out, hips bucking , my body greedy for more friction.
My legs wrapped around his head instinctively, holding him in place, not that he was going anywhere.
He wanted this.
I could feel it in the way he moved, the way he worshipped me with every stroke.
I felt my body clenched around his fingers, and I was close, so close I could barely form thoughts.
" Alessio, I– "
His eyes locked with mine from between my thighs.
" Be a good girl and come."
That was all it took.
I came hard. The orgasm tore through me. I cried out his name, my body pulsing around his fingers, my back arching off the table. And still , he didn't stop.
His fingers slowed inside me, his mouth pressing one final, lingering kiss to my oversensitive clit before he finally pulled away.
I was panting , dazed, limbs trembling, too tired to move.