Page 154 of La Dolce Vita

"You have on too many clothes," Dominic said. "Don't you?"

"Yes. Should I take them off?"

"Let me," he began. "First your shoes. The ones with the straps at the ankles. Tiny little buckles of gold. I'll start with the left foot. And then right. They’re off, and my hands are rubbing your slender ankle, caressing the bottom of your foot."

Catalina relaxed, and from beneath her lashes, she saw her Domi. Beautiful, strong, and focused on loving her. He stood like a shadow at the foot of the bed. Her foot raised in his hand. Her body unwinding the tension she carried from her day just from his touch. Since she began traveling it was a common routine between them. The nights he'd make love to her over the phone. She loved those nights the most.

"Your legs are so soft, bambina. Your skin feels like silk in my hands. My fingers want to go further; past your knees, past your thighs, but I'm commanding myself to take my time. I stop at your knees. I want these apart, but your skirt stops me. It's tight around the hips and thighs. The zipper is to the back. Turn to your side for me," he said. "I'll take it off you."

Catalina kicked off her shoes. She turned to her side and lowered the zipper to her dress. But in her heart of hearts, it was Dominic who did so. She started to push the skirt down her hips.

"I'm easing it down, but I can't stop looking at your ass. Can I touch you?"

"Yes," she said, and her lids fluttered. She shivered as his phantom touch glided down her ass. She could hear his breathing deepen through the phone. She was wet. Her sex was steamy. She held her breath and summoned patience.

"My lips are soft, but your ass is softer. They brush the left half, and I have to stop to rub my cheek across it. I wish I had shaved this morning. Because I didn't, and the tiny hairs of my mustache and along my jaw, prickle and tickle you. Is that okay, bambina?"

"Yes," she managed to say.

"Mmm, I can't stop there. I want more. Be patient with me. I miss my woman," Dominic said. "I squeeze these fat cheeks and part them. Do you feel my breath wash over your sweetness? Do you?"

"Yes," she whimpered. "I taste you. Right there. In your forbidden zone. Raise up on your knees a bit, open up for me to taste more. Good girl."

Catalina was flat to her tummy. She raised on her knees and used her hand to stroke her kitty while she listened to his husky instruction.

"Pink, wet, just like I want it. You didn't bother with underwear. But you wore your garter belt. The straps go over the mounds of your ass and fasten to your stockings. Always wear your garters. That's our rule. Right, Catalina?"

"Yes, Domi. I always wear them. It's our rule."

"My tongue swipes down from one hole to the next. It's sweetest in the center. So I plunge there. Licking your wetness, tasting your honey."

"Domi..." she sighed as she stroked her clitoris and rolled her hips. "Oh, Domi."

"Turn over for me, Catalina."

She did right before she reached a climax. Her pelvis was so tight, and her vagina so hot she felt cramps.

"Now, part your legs, the way I would. Nice and slow," he instructed. "I want to see your pussy from this angle. I want to see the lips spread like the opening petals of a flower. I want to see what belongs to me. Only me."

Catalina parted her knees.

"Now you're mine," he said.

"What about my blouse, my bra..."

"Shhh, I love your breasts, but I love your pussy more," Dominic said.

She understood his request. Her hand eased over her crotch. There was no point in hiding how turned on she was. He knew. Domi always knew.

"You have my permission to touch it," he said.

Catalina didn't tell him she had been feeling herself since the game began. It would be her single act of defiance. She couldn't help it. She needed to be touched when she heard him speak like this. Her fingers rubbed the lips of her sex, and then her middle finger stroked. Her head bobbed backward. Her heart skittered and threatened to stop beating. And next came his voice as a soft whisper, so close she could swear his lips were pressed against her ear.

"Will you touch it for me?" he asked.

"Yes,"

"Rub it for me?" he asked.

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