Page 9 of Thorns of Desire
I thrust my fingers deeper at the same time I brought the hand she used to pleasure herself to my mouth and sucked her fingers clean. Her hips began to move in rhythm with my fingers,sliding in and out. Her lips parted as she watched me, sneaking glances down to where our bodies were connected.
She moaned, and I nearly did too, our breaths the only noise filling the space between us. Her eyes were dilated, her cheeks flushed when she said, “More. Please.”
Without further ado, I dropped to my knees and hooked one of her legs over my shoulder. Lust drummed a heavy beat in my blood and my hard dick strained, but this was about her pleasure. I buried my face in her glistening pussy, running my tongue from her entrance to her clit in one long swipe. A satisfied groan pushed past my mouth, her taste sending my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
She was fucking delicious—like a fine Italian wine. I alternated sucking and flicking her clit, then slid a finger back inside her. Her head fell back against the window with a soft thump, her pants and moans getting louder.
I grazed her clit with my teeth, then looked up at her. “The whole city’s watching us, my tongue in your pussy,amorina.”
Her hips rocked against my mouth, her fingers clutching my hair as if scared I’d pull away. The world could stop turning and I’d die a happy man with her pussy suffocating me. I thrust my tongue inside her entrance, groaning against her slick flesh as I savored the arousal seeping from her.
“Manuel!” she gasped, sucking in a sharp breath. Her hands clutched my hair as I continued licking and thrusting my tongue into her. Her hips ground against my mouth with desperation, and I rubbed my thumb against her swollen clit in a steady rhythm.
Her hands tightened in my hair, her pelvis jolted forward, grinding on my face, and she came with panting moans as her inner muscles spasmed around my fingers.
When she sagged, I swiped my tongue over her one last time, then stood. I brought each finger that was inside her to my mouth and licked them clean.
“Are you ready for the next round?” I managed to say. Her eyes fell to my achingly hard dick and her dainty little hand reached for it, palming it. I groaned at how good it felt. “Sì, amorina?”
She watched me through her hooded gaze, then nodded with an audible swallow.
“Walk to the bedroom,” I commanded, giving her a wolfish smile. “Straight back on the right.”
To her credit, she obeyed. With her back to me, I discarded my gun holster and shoved it into the drawer-safe that opened and locked with my fingerprint. Once I heard it click shut, I followed close behind, admiring her beautiful round ass. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, then kicked off my shoes and stripped off my socks.
Her heels clicking against the hardwood, she reached the bed and looked over her shoulder at me just as my pants came down, leaving me in black boxers.
“Fuck,” she muttered, her look of appreciation making me want to pound my chest. “You’re hot.”
“Get on the bed, crawl up to the top, then sit with your back against the headboard.”
She did as I said, then leaned back against the mahogany headboard and parted her thighs in invitation, the need in her eyes reflecting my own.
I looked at her slick, pink flesh, and the urge to crawl between her thighs and fuck my way into her heat seared through me. But I promised her one more orgasm. I closed my eyes, drawing on every thread of self-control, and when I opened them, I found her playing with her pussy with a naughty grin curving her lips.
“I’d rather have your dick inside me,” she breathed.
Watching her play with herself, I discarded my boxers. The bed dipped under my weight as I climbed onto it and made my way between her spread legs.
“You’re going to have to wait a bit longer,” I said, and lightly smacked her wrist away. “Now hands off. Your pussy’s mine.”
My dick leaked pre-cum, and I smeared it against her inner thighs as I pushed over her, savoring the scent of her arousal, knowing she was ready for me. I wrapped my fingers around my shaft, and slowly brushed the tip of it against her hot entrance.
Her back arched off the bed, the tip of my dick sliding inside her. “Oh my God…”
I gritted my teeth, my muscles twitching, but I pulled away, wanting her desperate for my cock. It was her next move that surprised me.
With all the grace in the world, she slid out from underneath me and reversed our positions. My hands came to grip her hips as she straddled me, her slick pussy coating my thigh.
“Athena, this wasn’t the deal,” I grunted.
She smiled, her cheeks flushed and her hair tousled, looking like a goddess of seduction herself, and I knew.
I knew—fucking knew. One night would never be enough.
FOUR
ATHENA
