Page 24 of Perfect Match
With his hands full and fondling my breasts, I tug and wriggle the robe off my shoulders. Free of any covering, he buries his face in them. “Gorgeous.”
His tongue darts out to lave one pointed tip, then licks across the valley between to the other. With each swipe, a warm tingle travels beneath my skin, following the same track as his tickling touch. My hands tighten on his shoulders as he nuzzles the globes, teasing and tweaking their peaks. Sensations shoot through my body to my core with each pull or pinch.
And when one of his hands slips lower, brushing a thumb across my sensitive nub, I jump. A jolt of electricity shooting up through my body from my core all the way to be released in a deep-throated moan.
My hands twist in the fine cotton of his button-down shirt as the orgasm rips me apart in a flash of bright lights behind my eyelids. Blood pounds in my ears and my body weeps around his fingers and drips down my leg.
The slightest of touches and he has the ability to make me come undone completely.
He lifts his head to capture my lips in a bone-melting, rough kiss as he swallows my whimpers.
With shaking fingers, I work frantically on his button-down shirt to get him naked. But I don’t get far before Gio gathers my limp body against his and stands. He strides to the bedroom, laying me gently on the pristine, crisp white linen, all while his mouth takes what he wants from mine.
When I’m panting heavily and breathless again, he sits up, then stands and begins to strip.
I pull up onto my elbows for a better look. “This is better thanMagic Mike,” I declare when his shirt drops to the floor.
His hand stills on his belt buckle. “You better believe it because, with this striptease, you can touch all you like.”
I’m on my knees and crawling to the edge of the mattress by the time his zipper is undone. His tailored suit pants fall to his ankles. He straightens, wearing only black Calvin Klein boxer briefs.
Gio’s body is a work of art, a perfect human form similar to the numerous marble statues I’ve seen in squares and museums in Naples and Rome.
“Keep going,” I beg.
And with a grin spreading across his face, he peels the briefs down, leaving his hard, thick cock bouncing free and perfectly in line with my mouth.
I lick my lips, and then, looking up at him, I bend forward and swipe my tongue across the precum-beaded tip.
Chapter eleven
Gio
Greedy need has turned her big espresso-colored eyes into deep pools of desire. The look she’s giving me is pumping even more blood to the region that is the focus of her attention. While she holds my gaze, her fingers curl around the base of my cock as her wicked tongue circles around the head. She licks around and around before running her tongue along my length, then back up to swipe across the tip. It’s like she can’t get enough of my taste, and I feed my fingers through her silky dark locks to cup her head to me.
The dirty mouth on this girl will be my undoing.
She gifts me another of her cheeky smiles that spells disaster for my self-control before spreading her luscious lips wide to consume the tip. With a tilt of my head to the heavens, I swallow deeply in my dry throat.Fuck me, that is good. My cock flexes in response to her hot wet mouth as she engulfs me, inch by excruciatingly fucking amazing inch. I want to fuck her mouthhard, but instead, I swallow deeply and clench every damn muscle in my body, desperate to hold back.
She readjusts her position on the bed, then with her lips firmly sealed around my girth, she reaches around to grip my ass in her hands. While I was deliberately not thrusting my hips forward, it seems Tori has other ideas.
I’m so painfully hard, and it’s a new kind of torture when she hollows her cheeks, taking my stiffened shaft farther down. Her head bobs, filling her throat so full her eyes mist, her pupils nearly covering the iris.
With a tug on her hair, I pull her head back. That sexy fucking mouth isn’t where I intend to shoot my cum the first time. I want to be buried to the hilt with her screaming my name when I release.
Her eyelids shutter her gaze when she realizes my intent. And when she blinks up again, I swear I catch a flash of disappointment in their depths as she peels her lips from me.
“Why did you stop me?” she demands in a petulant voice. “I was having fun.”
She swipes the back of her hand across her wet mouth.
“I noticed you were, and trust me, so was I.”
“But?” she asks, dropping back onto the bed, but not before she’s given my butt another firm squeeze. I’ll take her punishment and more, any time.
“But …” I’m distracted by the vision before me. The robe she’s wearing has fallen away, and she’s gloriously naked. Her smooth, soft skin pinkened from her recent efforts. “I’m hungry.”
With a hand on each knee, I spread them. She smiles up at me with the promise of everything. Happily exposed, with a total lack of inhibition that leaves me breathless. Her bare pussy glistens invitingly.
