Page 38 of Unspoken Ties

I pouted, displeased by his response. “I could make you come.”

“Could you, now?” Ettore’s grin was mischievous, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. “I’d like to see that.”

Yanked out of my half asleep state and feeling emboldened, I walked towards Ettore. His eyes followed my movements as if I were the most enticing thing in the room. It was a heady feeling, knowing that I could pull his attention from his work so easily. I reached his desk, my fingers tracing the edge of it before landing on his thigh.

“Work hours are over,Mr. Moretti,”I said, my voice low and flirtatious.

Ettore looked at me, his expression unreadable, as my fingers traveled up his thigh, my touch light but insistent. His gaze flickered to where my hand rested, just inches from his dick.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” Ettore warned, his voice husky and thick with an undercurrent of desire.

Ignoring his warning, I climbed onto his lap, my legs straddling his hips. He didn’t stop me. Instead, he shifted back in his chair, allowing me room to settle comfortably against him. Our gazes locked, and for a moment we were both silent, caught up in the intensity of our mutual desire.

“I think I can handle it,” I whispered against his ear, my warm breath causing him to let out a moan.

I ground against him, feeling the heat of our bodies merging together. His arms snaked around my waist as if on cue, his touch firm and possessive. I felt a thrill of anticipation run through me, drawing me further into this dance of seduction.

“Is that so?” he murmured, lips curving into a seductive smile. He slid his hands down to my hips and pulled me closer against him.

“Absolutely,” I confirmed, my voice thick with lust.

“Prove it,” he challenged, the corners of his mouth twitching with an unspoken excitement. His fingers tightened around myhips in a possessive grip, his challenge hanging heavy in the air between us.

I undid each button on his shirt painfully slow until my hands made their way to the bottom. Then I placed both hands on his chest, my fingers slipping under his open shirt. I watched as his eyes darkened, a cloud of desire passing over them.

I ran my fingers up his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath mine. His breath hitched slightly at my touch.

“When did you learn how to become a tease?” Ettore murmured, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I had a really good teacher,” I responded, tracing the outlines of his muscles.

Ettore laughed and his hands moved up my back, fingers tracing the curve of my spine. “Is that right?” His voice was a low purr, and the heat from his body seeped into mine.

I pressed my body closer to his, outlining the breadth of his chest with my palms. “Yes,” my voice barely a whisper against his ear. My hands moved further up to cradle his face, fingers tracing the sharp lines and curves of his jaw.

“Let’s see if you’ve learned your lessons well.”

Without a word, I pressed my lips to his, catching him off guard. But Ettore was quick to recover, his hands coming up to grip my hips as he kissed me back with fervor. Our tongues tangled in a dance of their own whilst our bodies rocked together in rhythm.

I could feel Ettore’s hardness straining against the confines of his jeans. My hand snaked their way to the button on his pants, quickly undoing them. Ettore’s breath hitched as my fingers worked their way inside. I freed him from his confines, the warmth of him filling my hand. A low growl escaped his lips, his eyes flashing with raw desire as he watched me through heavy lidded eyes.

My lips brushed against his neck, teeth grazing lightly over his pulse point as my fingers stroked him slowly. He let out a groan of pleasure, his grip on my hips tightening. The sensation of him under my touch, the way his body arced towards me for more—was intoxicating. I relished in the power I had over him at this moment.

Fluid was beading at the tip, and I took my thumb and circled against the sensitive head.

“Fuck,” he moaned, drawling out the length of the word. But before I could tip him over the edge, he composed himself. “Ok, that’s it - you’ve had your fun.”

With a graceful and effortless motion, he lifted me off of him and gently placed me on top of his desk. It happened so quickly that my mind could barely register the sudden change in position. The smooth wooden surface of the desk was cool against my skin as I sat there, dazed and trying to catch my breath. The intensity of the moment hung in the air, like a charged electric current waiting to be released. My heart raced as I waited for what would come next.

He stripped me of my nightgown and panties and had me bare on his desk in the blink of an eye. His gaze roamed over my body, drinking in every exposed inch of skin as he discarded his own clothing. Ettore stepped closer, his heat radiating against me. His hands traced a path up my legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

His mouth followed the same path, leaving a line of heated kisses up my inner thighs. I squirmed with anticipation, my back arching off the desk in response to his touch.

“Ettore,” I breathed, my voice cracking. His name was a desperate plea, a word filled with desire and ecstasy. I could see a smirk curling up his lips, triumphant at having me so undone under his touch.

His breath ghosted over my heat before he claimed me with his mouth. I gasped, my hands knotting in his hair as waves of pleasure washed over me. His tongue worked magic, delving into me and drawing out every hidden desire, sending shivers through my entire body. His hands were on my hips again, holding me down as the pleasure consumed me. I writhed beneath him, moaning his name as he lapped at my core.

“So good,” I whimpered, bucking my hips up to meet his mouth. My fingers tightened in his hair as he continued his ministrations, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

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