Page 62 of Little Dove

I whimper in desperation when I feel him pull away, strong enough to ignore my attempts to keep him place. Before I can beg for him not to stop, I realize that he’s kissing his way between my breasts to the other one. Oh yes. The cool air of the room on my bare nipple, and the warm suction of Lazaro’s mouth is deliciously perfect.

“That feels so good, Lazaro,” I moan, arching my back to press more of me into his mouth.

He grunts a laugh that I feel throughout my entire body, and I shudder. He pulls his mouth away, his voice husky as he says, “Such pretty nipples, so hard and perfect for me, aren’t they,colombina? Do you like my mouth sucking on them? Do they make your pussy throb and crave more?”

“Yes,” I breathe, my nails digging into the back of his head. “I need more, Lazaro. Please. I need more.”

“You need more of this?” he asks before leaning forward and sucking hard on the same peak, making me keen at the pressure and delicious bliss. He pulls away and asks, “Or do you wantsomething that will make that pretty pussy so fucking wet, you’ll soak my dick even more than you are now?” He moves to the opposite peak, sucking it down, but just as he’s about to pull away, I feel the light scrape of his teeth.

Oh fuck. The feel of his teeth, that slight sting, has me crying out and my hips grinding down on him desperately, trying to prolong the pleasure. “Lazaro, yes,” I cry, desperate.

He chuckles again, pulling away to give the same treatment to the other side. When he finally pulls away, I’m a mess. That feels so good. “So fucking responsive,” he praises as he eases back. “I can feel how wet that made you,colombina. You’re soaking me, and it feels so fucking good.”

I should be embarrassed at just how soaked his pants are, but I don’t give a damn. The pressure inside me is still there, but it’s stopped climbing, and no amount of shifting seems to get me there again. “Lazaro, please,” I plead. “Please, I…” I swivel my hips the way he helped me to before, but it’s not enough. Frustration starts to build inside me.

“What do you need,colombina? Tell me. Tell me what you’re feeling so I can help,” he coaxes.

“I need…I need to come again,” I cry desperately. “But it’s not enough. I need more. I don’t know what to do. Please.”

“Shhh, I have you,” he soothes. “You’re going to need more than just rubbing against me,dolcezza. Would you like me to show you?”

“Please.” I don’t care what he needs to do, as long as he does it.

“I need to touch you, Amara, so I need you to tell me if it gets to be too much,” he warns me, a firmness coming into his tone, momentarily distracting me.

“I will,” I promise breathlessly, finally cluing in to what he’s alluding to. I push up on my knees, my hands moving from his hair to his shoulders to steady myself. “I trust you, Lazaro. I trustyou.” And I do. I know he’s not going to hurt me, and I need to know what he’s going to do.

He keeps his arm around my waist, but uses his free hand to trail over the top of my thigh, gently caressing it, like he’s giving me another moment to change my mind. I say nothing, trembling and trying not to urge him on. He’s going to do this at his pace, so I just have to impatiently wait. As he dips his hand over the inside of my thigh, a frisson of tension makes itself known, but I force myself to stay still and focus. Some of the pleasure has dulled, and I feel lost.

Then he groans as his finger traces along my wet folds, and the crease between them and my inner thigh, before moving along to give the other side the same treatment. I gasp, trembling, but I don’t pull away. It feels so intimate, but not wrong. “You’re so wet,dolcezza.” His voice is full of praise, like he’s very pleased with what he’s finding. “So slick already that my finger just glides.” He moves his touch further inward, two fingers parting my folds, rubbing along tender skin, brushing over my entrance, but not trying to enter. “But this isn’t the part of you we’re focusing on right now, is it? No, it’s this pretty clit that needs all the attention, doesn’t it?”

I gasp loudly, my entire body jerking when two fingers slide through the wetness up to where I am currently throbbing, sending that same pressure and sensation through me again. Only this time, it’s different. This time it’s more intimate, and I shudder when he lightly moves his fingers around, circling it. “Lazaro,” I cry, arching my hips into his fingers. “Oh yes, that, that’s what I need.” My fingers dig into his shoulders as I try to keep still and not drive down onto his hand.

His fingers move a little faster, a little firmer, and my eyes slam shut as stars burst behind them. My hips arch forward of their accord, needing more. The same sensation as before grows again, faster and sharper this time. “Such a greedy little clit, isn’tit? That’s it, Amara, show me exactly what you need. Do you feel how wet you are? How slippery and perfect? That’s your body readying itself,colombina. Needing to be filled.”

“Lazaro,” I cry as he increases the pace of his fingers, my body curling forward into him as the pleasure borders on pain inside me. Wetness spills down my thighs, and I’m desperate. I need more. “Lazaro, please, please, please,” I chant. “Please.”

He gives a soft grunt, his arm on my waist moving down to my hips, stilling my movements, even as his hand speeds up faster and faster. “Fuck, yes, Amara,” he hisses as my body starts to shake. Cries fall from my lips as I start to feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. “Take it, Amara. Take everything I’m giving you. Don’t fight it. Let me feel your cum soak my fingers. That’s it. That’s it,” he praises, a dark excitement filling his voice when I finally fall over the edge, my body shaking and jerking at the intensity. It’s so much more than before. “Fuck, yes,” he hisses, sliding his fingers from my clit toward my entrance, pressing over it. I jerk at the feeling, but he doesn’t move, just holds his hand there as my body spasms. “You’re dripping all over my fingers like a good girl, aren’t you,colombina? Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you, feel you clamped down on my tongue.”

Wait, he wants to do what with his tongue? The fog of pleasure is still too thick in my mind to comprehend it. I focus on not falling flat on my face when I finally stop shaking enough to sink back down to his lap. His hand pulls away, and I hear a soft sucking sound before a moan of pleasure. “What are you doing?” I gasp out.

“Tasting you. And you taste so fucking good, Amara.”

“You like the taste?” I ask in surprise. I’ve read about men liking to do that in books, but I never really figured that it would taste very good, or that a man would want to in real life.

“I love the taste of you. You’re made for me, Amara, and there is not any part of you that I won’t love.” He pauses, before he asks, “Would you like me to show you?”

With the things he’s done with his mouth before, I’d be stupid to say no, right? I still hesitate, because that would mean being prone on my back. “I don’t know if I can lay on my back for that without freaking out,” I tell him quietly. “But I want to see how it feels.”

He’s quiet for a moment. “I have another way, if you’ll trust me,” he offers. “We just need to adjust our positions a little, but I promise that I won’t be over you in any way.”

I don’t see how, but finally, I whisper, “Okay.” I’m terrified and thrilled all at once. What is he going to do?

He moves quickly, holding me up as he scoots up the bed until he tells me to extend my hands. My hands connect with the headboard, and he grips my hips, widening my legs, but putting pillows under my knees. “Just like that,dolcezza,” he praises before I feel him move to lay down. He slides himself up between my legs, his head on the pillow there, and I realize quickly what he’s doing. My pussy is in the perfect position over his face.

My body shudders when I feel his breath against my thigh as he presses a kiss to it. “Lazaro,” I whisper shakily.

“I have you,colombina,” he promises, arms coming up to hook around my legs before his hands cup my ass. “All you have to do is enjoy, I promise. Do you need me to stop?”

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