Page 66 of Sins of Bliss
Still holding him, I align us and tilt my hips toward him. “Please,” I ask again, and this time he obliges. Slipping through my folds, he pushes inside me until we’re fully connected. Beneath my fingertips, I feel his shoulders flex.
Tilting my head, I meet his lips, kissing him with every emotion I possess as I take the reins and deepen it. His thrusts mirror each stroke of our tongues, letting me guide everything that’s happening between us.
It feels as though time stands still. Like we’re frozen in place together, secluded in our own bubble.
The most sinful bliss.
Flattening his palm against the bed, Sly pushes his other arm around my waist, and in one fluid movement, sits us upright so he rests against his heels and I’m on my knees.
With one hand tangling in my hair, Sly’s other hand flattens against my lower back, holding me close as he kisses me and I begin to ride him. The position pushes him deeper inside me, and we groan in unison each time he bottoms out.
“Your body tells me you're close, piccola ladra. I can feel your walls clenching around me. Tell me, what do you need?”
But words fail me, the pleasure and overwhelming emotion of connecting with him so immeasurably stealing away any attempt at speaking.
Instead of pressing for an answer, Sly smiles sheepishly and reaches between us, playing with the sensitive bundle between my legs. Instantly, my body convulses, already so close.
Sparks ignite through me—the sweet sensation flicking down my spine and sending another rush of desire through my core.
“That’s it, amore mio. Let go for me. Let me feel your pleasure as it soaks my cock. Tell me what you need, Vinnie.”
My hand wraps around the back of his neck as I use his body for leverage, sliding up and down him as quickly as my body will allow. “Fuck me harder,” I breathe. “I want you…harder.”
Shifting his hands to hold my hips, he begins guiding me as he pumps upward to meet me thrust for deliciously hard thrust, holding me in an angle where the root of him hits my clit with just the right amount of pleasure.
As he grunts with his own pleasure, I tangle our tongues, meeting him in a messy, teeth filled kiss. We’re too lost in each other to care, the sounds of our skin slapping together and our pleasured sighs.
Within seconds, my orgasm slams into me and I toss my head back, breaking our kiss as I cry out with a strangled moan. Almost immediately, I feel Sly come, his cock twitching inside me.
Pressing our foreheads together, we both ride the wave, our chests heaving as we come down from it.
“Ti amo, piccola ladra,” Sly breathes, his fingertips brushing against my back.
“I love you, too.”
“But I am nowhere near done with you, either. Do you remember your safe word, Vincenza?”
He doesn’t wait for me to answer before he’s laying me on my back, pulling out of me. Positioning himself between my legs, he lays down on the bed and spreads my legs wide with a hand on each of my thighs. “Your safe word?” he asks again, looking up at me.
“You don’t have—” I begin, but his stern look stops me from finishing my sentence. When my husband first told me he was a Pleasure Dom, having not been well versed on what it truly meant, I thought surely it wouldn’t be aneverytime thing, but he’s proven me wrong. He makes it his personal mission toensure that I come at least twice, and that's only when we’re in a less than ideal place.
I’m not complaining, but I sometimes feel guilty when he puts the sole focus on me.
Sighing, I relent. “Locket.”
The left side of his mouth upturns in a smirk. “Eccellente,” he says, lifting each of my legs to drape over his shoulders before sliding his tongue through my folds.
“Sly!” I squeal, acutely aware that his cum is dripping out of me. Bucking my hips, I try to pull away, but he only holds me firmer, lapping up both of our releases before suctioning his lips around my clit.
He shows no mercy as he pulsates the sensitive nerve and slips two fingers inside of me, drawing pleasure from my body purposely as he works me.
An endless slur of satisfaction elicits into the air, contrasting against the sound of his fingers pounding within me.
My toes curl in seconds and I cry out, louder than before, as an orgasm rips through me with the force of a tidal wave. Sensitivity overtakes me and I try to pull away, but Sly holds me in place, savagely lapping at my clit as he upturns his fingers to stroke my G-spot.
Black spots circle my vision, feral sonance flying from my mouth in incoherent nonsense as another orgasm slams into me again.
It feels as though my soul has left my body. Merciless spasms ricochet in my body as another orgasm cascades through me—something I didn’t even know could happen.
