Page 48 of Green Flag
“I can think of plenty of ways for us to both get off with those still on,” he said, his eyes fixated on them.
I snorted a short laugh, glad to be back in the moment with him. “You sure think a lot of yourself,” I laughed. “Are you going to make me get myself off again? Too lazy to do it yourself because you can’t touch me? Seems you might be scared of my dad after all.”
He pressed off the drawers, standing against the bed in the space between my legs. “Who said I won’t touch you?” He leaned over me, his breath tangling in my hair, as a gentle finger caressed my cheek, slowly dragging down my throat, then my collarbones, leaving a tingle behind his sweet, forceful touch. My back straightened with a broken inhale. His fingertips traced the swell of my tits in the corset top. “I’ll touch whatever you’ll let me. I’ll hold, caress, torment. Then I’ll touch, taste,tease. Only when you’re begging for me to get past these panties…”
“You’ll what?” I rasped.
Through my fluttering eyes, I could only see his grin.
His finger dipped under the seam of my top, teasing the hidden skin.
“Show me what I can touch.”
I wanted to strip down to my bones.
Eyes locked on his, I reached around to unzip my dress. I hadn’t worn a bra and my tits were out as the dress fell to my hips.
He was eager, his lips hovering over mine as he pulled the garment and my tights down in the same movement, the stretching and scraping of my tights laddering in his desperation.
I sat back in just my knickers.
With a quick look down, the high-waisted material meant very little of my psoriasis marks were on show. In the dark, the red, raised bumps on my thighs were difficult to make out.
Luca didn’t notice.
He spread my legs, showing my cotton thong and lightly traced their seam, the pad of his finger partly on my skin, partly on the material. “I’m going to keep these on. I’ll touch you through them.”
His gentle caress ran over my slit, pressing the material to me over and over, already absorbing my arousal.
I was so fucking wet.
My thighs clenched with each stroke as I lay back on my elbows, head back, giving myself to him.
“They’re so soft,” he murmured, leaning over me. I suddenly despised his clothes. I’d admired him in them before, the simple, clean cut of his white top against his tanned skin, the way the short sleeves strained against his biceps.
But now I wanted to burn them. With how hot I was, the fire in me would surely catch them if he would just come closer.
“Even if I can’t touch this wet pussy directly,” he continued and swiped his bottom lip with his tongue, “my cock will glide over your sensitive little clit until you come.”
To hammer this home, he pinched my clit between his finger and thumb and I gasped at the sharp pleasure, elbows buckling and I fell to the mattress.
“This little innocent act is cute,” Luca said, on his knees at the foot of the bed, watching his fingers making me hyperventilate, rolling them against me. “And it weakens me to my fucking knees, but in the bedroom, you’re going to be a slut for me, aren’t you? I can already tell.” He leaned over me, now lying on my back against the pillows, for him to kiss my neck as he continued to stroke. “Because your panties are already soaked, stuck to that sweet pussy.”
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,I wanted to beg, but his lips remained on my throat.
“I am having to physically restrain myself from pulling these panties to the side and just sinking into you, Everly.”
“Mmm,” I moaned as his finger started circling my clit.
“Do you want to be filled? Do you want this cock against your clit? Inside of you?”
Yes. More than anything.
“Damn, I want to taste you, Everly. I want to drag my tongue across you and lap you all up.”
With my eyes closed, his voice ran right down my spine.
The mattress dipped as he moved down the bed and then his fingers disappeared, replaced immediately with something else.
