Page 180 of Sins of the Orchid
Amore’s dainty hands wrapped around my shaft and a groan echoed through the bathroom. Her gaze was glistening like shimmering lakes, her lips parted like touching me gave her pleasure. My cock thickened and hardened effortlessly under her touch. It didn’t matter that I’d only had a couple of hours of sleep. It was all it took. One touch by her, and I could slide into her tight pussy and be in my own personal heaven.
I slept better the last few hours than I had since Italy. And it was because she was in my arms. When we got to my cabin yesterday, I carried her into the house and placed her in bed. She was out like a light. I left her to sleep in her clothes, cleaned my cut, and then did the same. It was a long drive up and almost three in the morning by the time I slipped into bed, next to her.
Pulling the dress over her head, she sat there naked. All for my viewing. I couldn't resist, I reached out and rubbed her nipple between my thumb and index, squeezing it. She moaned loud, her head tilting back, watching me through her half-lidded, hazy gaze.
She was the hottest woman I had ever seen, my siren. Everything about her pulled at me. Her pale skin, her perky nipples, her parted mouth. She was my perfect contrast.
“I need you, Santi,” she rasped.
She wrapped both her arms around my neck, the heels of her feet digging into my ass as she rubbed herself against me.
My fingers dug into the flesh of her hips roughly, holding her in place. No protest left her lips, just those little noises that drove me nuts. Her fingers scraped against my scalp, running them through my hair.
I lowered my head and sucked her nipple into my mouth, nibbling on it until shudders passed over her body. God, she was amazing. She was trembling, incoherent noises escaping her lips. The only thing I picked up was my name on her lips, and it made me want to pound my chest.
Releasing her nipple, I placed both hands under her butt and lifted her up, then walked us under the shower stream. I backed her up against the tiled wall in the shower, her legs still wrapped around my waist. She gasped against my lips at the cool sensation of the tile against her back.
She gently pushed against me, breaking our kiss.
Her eyes had changed to deep, dark green, her cheeks flushed crimson, and her mouth parted. Seeing her like this was such a turn on, I could watch her and jerk off. “Santi?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I suck you off?”
Jesus!Like I was doing her a favor.
“I’ll fuck your mouth until tears stream down your face.” I wasn’t sure if I was trying to warn her off or give her a way out.
She gave me a beautiful smile. “Promise?”
Good God, it would be fucked up if I came right now before we even got started.
She wiggled out of my arms and slid down my body. Amore stole my breath away each time I gazed upon her. Her milky skin glistened under the waterfall of the shower. She was a work of art, like a classical Venus painting by Botticelli.
I had never wanted anything so much as her permanently attached to me. It scared me how vulnerable it made me feel, but it was even scarier to think I could lose her. I’d tattoo a ring on her finger, like her name became permanently etched on my heart.
She slowly lowered herself onto her knees, her eyes never leaving my face. The shower water stream behind me, keeping it from hitting her face. I wanted to see her cry as she gagged full of my cock; fuck her until I spilled inside her warm mouth and filled her belly with my cum.
My hand twisted through her mane with a fist and gently tugged; while with my other hand, I traced my thumb over her bottom lip. Her pretty mouth immediately parted, her tongue wickedly brushing against the tip of my finger.
“If it’s too much, tap my thigh.”
I eased my cock into her mouth and her littlemmmmsound almost had me blowing my load.Jesus Christ!She eagerly sucked me down as I slowly pumped into her mouth, her eyes locked on mine. As if she was relishing in luxury and having the best time of her life.
My dark desires crept up my spine and I picked up my pace, thrusting deeper into her mouth. And harder. Until I was hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes fluttered shut, her hands on my thighs and fingers curling into my skin. But the look on her face… it was one of bliss. Euphoria.
“Open your eyes,” I rasped. “Look at me while I fuck your mouth and see what you do to me.”
Her eyes opened, a soft jade shimmering with lust. Her full submission to me was the highest aphrodisiac, the sweetest surrender. Pleasure built up in my spine with each thrust deep into her throat, threatening to break me.
I should ease up but seeing her like this… it did something to me. Tears slid from the corner of her eyes, her gaze locked on me, but I didn’t offer reprieve. This was the selfish Russo. I’d take it all from her. I cupped her face, wiping away her tears with my thumb.
For a fraction of a second, I debated pulling out. Some women found it degrading. While I didn’t care much for others, Amore… I never wanted to hurt her. As if she sensed my internal debate, her hands ran up my thighs and squeezed in encouragement.
It was all I needed. Her consent. Her approval.
“My cum will fill your belly,” I grunted, savoring every moment.
