Page 162 of Dancing with the Devil
I cleaned up my room, putting away the gifts and heard the front door slam shut. I looked at my cellphone screen and smiled as I heard him coming up the stairs.
My bedroom door opened and he walked in, loosening his cuff button.
“And, he makes it with one minute and fifteen seconds to spare,” I teased and he walked towards me, grabbing my waist. He smashed his lips to mine, sliding his tongue into my mouth.
“Miss me?” I asked between kisses, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my body closer to his. He broke the kiss and buried his face in my neck, kissing me roughly.
I couldn’t help but chuckle as I walked him back toward my bed. I pushed him back onto the bed and he propped himself up on his forearms.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, slowly dragging my hands up his thighs and over the bulge in his pants.
His eyes were red, low, and barely open. He looked down at me with a burning desire behind his eyes and I made an effort to massage his growing erection through the thin material of his pants.
“Did you enjoy your evening, Mr. De Luca?” I asked, loosening his belt and he only gave his head a slight shake in response. “No?” I batted my eyelashes at him—feigning innocence—as I pulled his zipper down. “Why not?”
His eyelids grew heavier as he spoke—breathlessly. “I’ve seen better.”
“Yeah?” I asked, running my hands up his chest as I lifted myself. I pushed his shirt up, slowly kissing his lower stomach. I looked up at him—meeting his gaze—as I ran my tongue up his abs.
A frustrated groan left his lips as he threw his head back. I could feel the pulsing between my thighs I kissed his beautifully sculptured body. I lifted myself, straddling his lap and he gripped my hips—meeting my lustful gaze.
I loosened my silk robe, allowing it to fall off my shoulders and his eyes darkened as he stared at my cleavage.
Slowly, he dragged his eyes down my body, stopping at my thighs as I sat directly on the bulge in his pants. He gripped my thighs, molding them in his hands as he lifted his hips underneath me and I rocked my hips back and forth.
My skin buzzed with warmth, hungry to feel him inside of me. To have himtouchme, andkissme.
I grabbed his hands, pinning them above his head as I leaned down, crashing my lips to his. Our tongues swirled to a fast rhythm and my hips instinctively grinded against him. He groaned, sucking my tongue before I pulled away. I left a trail of kisses down his jaw, burying my face in the crease of his neck.
He lifted his hips underneath me and his erection pressed against my clit.
Eventually, I lifted my head, looking down at him and I couldn’t help a mischievous grin tug on my lips. I got off his lap, strutting over the gifts I had gotten. I grabbed the pair of fury handcuffs, whipping around as I held them up.
He shook his head. “No.”
I batted my eyelashes as I approached him. “Yes,” I smiled and cuffed one to the headboard. “Please.”
With an unmissable desire in his eyes, he listened. He shrugged off his shirt and laid down. I straddled his lap almost immediately. I cuffed both of his hands to the headboard and he tugged at them, making his muscles flex and the veins in his arms protrude.Fuck, what a man.
I could feel myself pulsing against his thigh as I loosened his pants.
I then unclipped my bra, pulling it off before tossing it to the floor. His eyes snapped down to my bare breasts and the cuffs rattled as he attempted to reach for me.
“Unlock these cuffs,” he spoke and I shook my head.
“I’ll unlock them when I’m done with you,” I said, kissing down his chest. I looked up at him as I stopped just before his waistband. I slipped my hands down his pants and he groaned, balling his fingers into a fist. I placed a gentle kiss on his tip, gently running my thumb over it. I spat into my hand, slowly stroking him and he whimpered, throwing his head back into thepillows. His precum leaked out of his tip and I smiled, licking it. “Already Antonio?” I mused, making him tug at the cuffs.
I tapped his tip on my tongue before slipping it between my lips. Slowly, I bobbed my head back and forth, earning a throaty groan from him. I swirled my tongue around his tip, pumping what didn’t fit in my mouth with my hands.
His chest heaved in desperation as he stared down at me with lust clouding his eyes.
Drawing my mouth back, I sat up and positioned his tip underneath my wet slit. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him and he whimpered with heavy eyelids. “Oh fuck,baby.”
I lifted my hips, slowly lowering them back down on him and the cuffs rattled as the muscle in his jaw ticked. “Are you going to ride me and make a mess all over my dick,tesoro?” he asked and my stomach tingled.
“If you can keep up,” I said and my movements turned into little pounces. He groaned and the muscles in his abs tightened. I leaned back with my hands on his thighs as I increased my pace, feeling my clit ache with need.
“I want you to touch yourself,” he commanded and instinctively, I nodded my head, slipping my hand between my thighs. I rubbed my clit in slow circles, whimpering his name.
