Page 48 of Caesar DeLuca
He’s begun rubbing me. His touch light yet knowing. He sucks away at my breast and teases my pussy. I gyrate my hips in tune with him.
Sparks of pleasure tingle from my core and set off the rest of my body.
Caesar sits up on his knees and draws my panties the rest of the way off. He props my thighs open and licks his lips.
“I want to taste this pussy. Then I’m going to bury my cock inside and make you scream my name.”
My whole body seizes as Caesar wedges his head between my thighs and takes his first lap at me. I’m wet and slick, my pussy dripping from arousal. His tongue readily licks up every drop, running the length of my slit. He sucks my folds gently between his lips, a ticklish spark of pleasure making me thrash.
I’m burning up. I’m barely able to breathe as Caesar uses his mouth to pleasure me. My orgasm feels so close yet so far away. Just waiting to explode.
All I need are the right touches. The right sensations to set me off.
Caesar seems aware how to torture me. He eats my pussy like he’s dining on a juicy piece of fruit. He slurps and sucks. He groans and hooks my thighs over his arms, dragging me closer. Burying himself deeper.
His tongue pushes into me and I almost lose it.
My fingers thread through his hair in approval.
More. More. More.
Desperation unravels inside me. I squirm and beg. I need him to let me have it.
The first real orgasm that I’ve had in years.
Caesar takes me there. His tongue works the right pattern my pussy needs to come. The orgasm explodes in a tingly wave that vibrates through me. I’m swept away in a fit of shudders and whimpers.
I’m brought back with kisses.
Caesar climbs up my body and plants a tender one on my lips. He tastes of me. A unique flavor that I can’t put into words but feels naughty when sucking on his tongue.
“You want to feel my cock, Ariana?” he asks.
And I feel him grazing my entrance. His hard, smooth dick rubbing against me in yet another tease.
“Yes please,” I answer him. I rock my hips, relishing in the hot friction we’ve created. I’m emanating heat and so is Caesar. “I want you deep.”
He pushes his head in and finds the self-control to pause. A frisson of pleasure starts up in the sensitive nerve endings at my entrance. I close my eyes and turn my head, trying to savor the moment instead of growing impatient.
How is it possible I just orgasmed and he already has me worked up for another one?
Caesar plays these games several times. He dips into me to our shared groans, then draws back. He returns seconds later, slicking himself inside. His head radiates heat that feels like it’s burning me up the deeper he slips.
When he pushes himself the rest of the way inside me, my pussy aches at the fullness. I arch my spine and jut my hips, trying to grow accustomed to the feeling.
The reality I haven’t known in years at this point—what it’s like to have passionate sex and surrender to pleasure.
Caesar keeps me with him. As he enters me, he drapes one of my thighs over his hips and comes in close for kisses. He hovers over me, patient and attentive. He makes my head spin from how good of a kisser he is, and he reminds me what a dirty mouth he has.
His hands explore. His dick throbs from where it’s buried inside me.
We’re engrossed in each other. We can’t resist making the most of the moment.
Kisses and touches. Caesar’s strokes that begin slow. My pussy that quakes around him.
He’s strategic in how he pleasures me. His pelvis drives forward. He pounds into me, then pulls back slow. He drags it out, stopping at the head. Tension blazes in the seconds in between. The breathless moment it takes him to sink back in.
Air rushes out of my lungs. I close my eyes and whimper his name.
