Page 96 of The Temptation
Her soft lips shape into a surprised little O, so I lean down and suck her bottom lip into my mouth as I grind my hips forward.
“I—”
“You wanted a release, sweetheart,” I say, cutting her off. “So, I’m giving it to you.”
“But—”
“And to be clear, if you even think about downloading Tinder, or any fucking app like it, your phone is going to face the same fate as Big-O.”
Her eyes narrow to slits. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“We both know I would, so shut up and kiss me.”
As soon as my mouth crashes back onto hers, my hand glides over her ribs and moves underneath her shirt, the tips of my fingers brushing the underside of her soft, perky tits. Tits that I’ve fantasised about for far too long.
When my thumb skims over her pebbled nipple, she whimpers. It’s a featherlight touch, but I wish it were my mouth, my tongue … my teeth. The things I want to do to this woman are endless.
My other hand is still gripping her hip, pinning her in place, as I continue to roll my hips forward. Even through the fabric of my underwear, I can feel her heat … her arousal, and what I wouldn’t do to be able to bury my face between her thighs.
My movements are fast, hard, entirely out of control, and my desperation is showing in spades.
I slide both hands under her arse, raising her hips slightly off the mattress, and when I shift my pelvis forward, the tip of my cock dips inside her.
We both moan in unison, and I’m caught between gratitude and utter devastation for the resistance that’s stopping me from sinking all the way home.
“I need more,” she begs, and I feel the same, but I’ve already stepped into territory I promised myself I’d avoid.
I pause, leaving the crown of my cock partly nestled inside her opening as I use one hand to balance her in position so my thumb can move to massage her clit through her sleep shorts.
“I want you inside me, Romeo,” she pleads.
“Fuck, Luc, please just take what I’m willing to give, and don’t ask for more. I?—”
“Oh God. I’m … I’m coming,” she cries out.
That was quick.
I increase the pressure on her clit and push my cock in a fraction further. Every muscle in my body is strung tight, coiled with tension and desire.
I clench my teeth and groan because even this shallow, I can feel her pussy contracting around me. This is too much … goddamn torture, but even with the barrier of my underwear and her sleep shorts, she feels like heaven.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck as I will myself not to blow my load in my boxers. There may be slivers of fabric separating us, but I’m technically inside her, albeit a fraction, and I’m not wearing a rubber. I doubt she’s on birth control, and that’s a chance I’m not willing to take.
I continue my assault until she rides the last wave, and by some grace of God, I manage to hold off my own release. The second her body goes limp and she slumps back onto the mattress in a sedated bliss, I place my flattened palms on either side of her, pushing myself up onto my knees and putting as much distance as I can between us.
There is a sweet smile curving her lips as her hooded eyes flicker down to my midsection. Specifically, the rock-hard cock that is still tenting my boxers.
I dip my chin in the same direction and notice the wet spot that’s now visible on my underwear. I’m not sure if it’s precum or her arousal, or possibly both.
“Want me to take care of that for you?” Lucia asks, sitting up and licking her lips with the confidence of a seasoned seductress.
“It’s … oh, fuck,” I groan when her hand moves down the front of my underwear, and her dainty fingers wrap around my girth. “I?—”
“Please let me do this for you, Romeo.”
Jesus, the way she breathes out those words nearly unravels me. My balls draw up, and she hasn’t even stroked me yet. Just knowing her hands are on me is enough to shatter whatever common sense I have left.
I nod my head in agreement, because I’m not able to formulate the words. I’m expecting a hand job, but when she leans in, the head of my cock disappears between those plump lips of hers, and I’m done for. Done and dusted.
