Page 24 of Fight Me Little Pearl

“Fuck,” he moans, pulling out and holding his fingers up to me. “Open your mouth.”

“What?”

He slips his finger into my open mouth, and I instinctively close my lips around it. His pupils dilate, and he shakes his head.

“You will be the death of me,” he says.

“You're sick,” I mumble accusing around his finger. Yet, I suck the firm digit, enjoying the taste of me on his skin.

“Are you going to share?”

“W-what?”

“Share.”

Grasping the tender flesh between my legs, he massages it with one hand, causing me to squirm and writhe. His other hand reaches out and grips my throat as he leans in for a kiss. Our lips meet and I feel the ruthlessness and the authority of Valentino’s tongue, probing, strong, dominating.

I fight back, and our tongues lashing against one another become entwined in a heady, exciting dance. This is nothing like the chaste, wispy kiss Thomas and I shared. Nothing. Valentino’s rich musky scent, his power, his sophistication, and his big solid body, all of it drives me mad with arousal.

Painfully aware of his large hand on my pussy I lean in eagerly. God in heaven, I want to hump his muscular palm like a wild animal, but I hold back. That would only expose my lack of experience. He drags his wet velvety tongue down my neck and into the valley between my breasts. It sends shivers down my spine.

With his teeth, he pulls at my immodest bikini top, and both breasts pop out. He captures one rosy nipple in his hot mouthand sucks it, rolling the hard peak between his teeth, before clamping down.

“Ah,” I whimper, but I don’t twist away.

He continues his assault, now using his tongue to flick across the other nipple before sucking it tenaciously. When he pulls back, his eyes are heavily hooded and what shows between the slits is blazing.

“Lie back.”

My sex is inflamed and the feel of the cool mosaic tiles makes me exhale with relief.

"Legs spread wide," he commands.

I do as I’m bid, spreading my thighs and exposing my freshly shaven pussy to him. He undoes the ties of the bikini bottom and pulls them off. I can feel my pussy is puffy and fluttering with expectation.

For a few seconds, I think I have done something wrong because he goes still and does nothing. I lift my head and see him just gazing at my sex, almost as if he is in a daze. “What’s wrong?” I whisper worriedly.

He raises his eyes and they are filled with wonder.

“You have a beautiful pussy… inviting and so fucking rosy,” he says, his voice thick and unrecognizable.

“Oh!”

He pulls me closer to the edge of the pool and holds up my ankles, completely opening my sex to his pleasure. I should feel embarrassed, ashamed even, but I don’t. Instead, I feel exhilarated and vibrant.

Slowly, he dips his hands to the center of my thighs, and when I realize what he’s about to do, I freeze. No one has ever put their mouth down there. I don’t know what to expect from this.

With his head between my thighs, Valentino looks up. “Relax. I just want to taste you.” His eyes are the softest I’ve everseen, and instantly, my body relaxes, giving itself to him on a platter of gold.

Valentino’s tongue snakes out to stroke my clit, and at the velvet contact a thrill of pleasure rocks my body. What the hell? I’m barely able to catch my breath. This is so incredibly, unbelievably, amazingly sweet.

“I want more,” I gasp.

He moans into my core, sending his voice vibrations into my body. I push my mound into his face as my juices gush out of me, and he holds me firmly in place to ensure he captures all of my liquids.

Then he drags his tongue in a long probing lick from the base of my sex up to the hood of my clit. I let out a deep and primal groan of pleasure as his tongue begins to circle the engorged, dripping folds then flicks up lazily to scoop up at the clit. The technique is precise and faultless and my hands curl into fists.

“Oh, that feels so good,” I gasp.

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