Page 11 of Cutting Ties
Chapter 6
Valentina
Feeling his body over mine was so comforting. Spreading my legs, I wrapped them around his body, locking my heels behind his back and pulling him tighter to me, the feel of his long, thick shaft rubbing against my mound, making me yearn for even more intimate contact.
Pulling his shirt from inside the inside of his pants, I then pushed it off his shoulders. With a little help from me, he shrugged it off, allowing me free access to his beautiful torso and chest. The muscle was all lean and very well defined. As I ran my hands up his chest, my fingers traced the lines of hard muscle on their way back up to his shoulders.
It took all the resistance I had in me, but I managed to place my hands flat against his chest and push him away.
He opened his mouth to speak, but I placed my index finger over his lips to stop him from speaking. “I have a surprise.”
“Now?” Straightening, he cleared his throat, no doubt attempting to contain the arousal coursing through his veins.
Giving him a sexy smile, I shrugged a shoulder, “No better time than the present. Isn’t that how the saying goes?” Sliding from the bed, I grabbed the high-backed chair from the desk and pulled it to the center of the room. Taking his hand in mine I led him to the chair and sat him down.
“What do you have in mind, Senorita Rossi?”
Walking away from him, I looked over my shoulder and gave him a wink. “You’ll see in a minute.” I wagged my finger at him. “Don’t move.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Grabbing the handle of my suitcase I pulled it into the bathroom with me and shut the door. Opening the large black plastic case on the floor, I quickly found the teddy I was looking for. It was black lace and didn’t leave much for the imagination, which was exactly what I wanted. I wanted him in such a fever that he wouldn’t be able to keep himself from ripping the fabric from my body. Just the thought of him turning into a frenzy of desire sent a shiver of anticipation through me.
Picking up my phone, I browsed my song listings until I found the one I was looking for. I’d been planning this moment from the time he told me he’d booked ticket to come see me and I’d almost ruined the plan by getting wrapped up in wanting him a moment ago.
Searching the pouch inside the case, I found a hair clip. Piling my hair loosely on top of my head, I clipped it into a soft, loose bun. Taking a few more minutes, I made some touch-ups on my make-up and upon final inspection nodded my head in approval at my image in the mirror.
Taking a deep breath in, I slowly released it, surprised at how nervous I was. Grasping the door knob, I pulled it open, and just before stepping into the room pressed play on the music I had preselected for tonight. Stepping out and into the room, I placed the phone on the desk and then fixed my gaze on him.
“Oh wow. You look…” Anthony made a motion to get up from the chair, but my putting my hand up stopped him.
“Don’t move.”
“It’s fucking hard, love.” He shifted on the chair, bringing my eyes to his groin. I could see for myself how hard it was making him perfectly well.
The music was easy to dance to. It was the look of heated desire in his eyes that made me want to abandon the idea all together and have him ravish me. As I drew closer, the intensity in his stare increased. By the time I reached his chair, swinging a leg over him so I was poised above his lap my pussy had grown excessively wet.
Grabbing the back of the chair behind him, I began to rock my hips over his lap, lightly grazing his confined package with each motion like I’d seen done many times in the movies. With each motion he groaned softly.
Sliding his hands to my ass, he started to thrust up, meeting my motions, causing more friction. As much as this was about teasing him, I suspected I was being aroused as much as he was, if not more.
“You have way too much clothing on,” I stated as I reached between us, my fingers making short work of his belt and then the opening to his pants as my gaze remained locked onto his.
“It’s the only thing keeping me from tearing that pretty lace thing off your body and fucking you senseless,” he growled with a need more intense than I’d heard before.
With his pants undone, I placed a hand on either side of his face and lowered my mouth to his, ghosting my lips across his, but pulling away when he attempted to deepen the kiss. Laughing lightly, I switched positions on his lap, riding him reverse cowgirl style.
“So evil,” he groaned.
Stretching over him, I began rubbing my ass against his groin as I looked behind me, this time allowing his mouth to capture mine. Parting my lips, I allowed him in, our tongues beginning to duel.
As our tongues danced, his hands slid to my breasts, cupping each breast in his hands. His fingers began to work my nipples, playing with them, rolling each of the nipples between them until they became hardened peaks. Once my nipples were hard his fingers pinched the nubs; the sensation was a mixture of pleasure and pain, making me moan against his lips.
While one hand remained tormenting my breast, the other slid its way south, slowing over my stomach and coming to land on my mound. Feeling the heat of his hand between my legs, I moaned, needing him. He hesitated a moment before pulling the thin wet fabric of my panties to the side and grasping my pussy.
“Please,” I groaned, not sure if I now needed him more than he needed me at this moment.
Tearing my lips from his, I rested my head on his shoulder, exposing my neck to him. I allowed the music to flow through me, focusing on the sensations racing through my body. He dipped his head to my neck, gently biting at the sensitive flesh. I moaned softly, continuing to rock my ass against his cock.
