Page 116 of Tainted Obsession 1
He presses a kiss to the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, and my core flutters.
“Don’t stop,” he commands, placing my hands around my camera and directing me to lift it. “Stay focused on your art.”
I lean back against his hard chest and release a shuddering breath as his corded arms wrap around me. His tongue traces a scorching trail up my neck, teasing over my vulnerable throat.My head cants to the side to offer him better access, but I take another photo of the cove, obeying his command.
His fingers trail down my sternum, tracing a lazy path between my breasts. I arch into his teasing touch, loving the sensation of cool water dripping from his warm fingers. The dichotomy is intoxicating, and my skin pebbles even as my body begins to burn for him.
One hand traces the underside of my breast, just below my blue bikini top. His other roves down my stomach, the barest brush of his fingers above my clit.
I revel in his cruelly erotic embrace. His arms cage me even as his fingers remain featherlight on my sensitive flesh. My breaths come faster, the clicks of my camera more frenzied as I snap stunning photos of our exquisite surroundings. Each image captures a moment of my forbidden pleasure, my lust for Massimo directing my artistic urges.
“Good girl.” His praise rumbles through me, reaching deep into my core.
I shiver and lean into him, welcoming more of his deviant game.
He brushes his thumb over my clit and the other over my nipple at the same time, barely stimulating me through my bikini. The light touch sends a shockwave of pleasure through me, and my body thrums for him as though I’m his favorite instrument.
Suddenly, he releases me from his arms, steadying my shoulders briefly before pulling away.
My jaw drops, and I stare at him in shocked, bereft silence for several seconds. He sinks into the water before me where I sit on the ruin, his satisfied smirk and flashing eyes peeking above the aquamarine surface. I take a picture of the arrogant expression, deciding to keep this particularly alluring photograph for my private collection.
Massimo is all mine, and I will never share this part of him. That wicked gaze is for me alone, and I covet it.
“Give me the camera,” he commands, holding out an expectant hand.
I pass it to him without objection. I’ve been teaching him the basics, and I trust him to take care of the precious gift he’s given me.
He lifts the camera and frames a shot with me in the center.
“Touch yourself.”
“What if I want you to touch me?” I issue a breathy challenge, reaching for him.
He glides back a few feet, chuckling darkly as he denies me.
“I’ll touch you soon enough, greedy girl,” he admonishes. “I won’t be finished with you for hours. Make yourself feel good.I want some photos for my own collection.”
My cheeks flush, and his cocky smirk widens to a grin that takes my breath away. My lips part on a soft gasp of desire, and I tuck my fingers beneath my bikini bottoms. Obeying his command feels so good, and not simply because of the carnal pleasure that pulses through me when I rub my clit. I find soul-deep satisfaction in surrendering to the man I love.
In this beautiful place, I abandon all sense of decorum or shame. When I give in to Massimo’s control, I don’t have to worry about anything except pleasing him.
And he rewards me with transcendent ecstasy.
“That’s it,” he praises, his voice gruff with his own lust. “I want you to come for me.”
My core contracts with need, and I brace my free hand on the rock behind me, arching my back as I spread my legs wider. I dip two fingers inside my tight sheath and continue to rub my clit with my thumb.
“Massimo…” I moan his name. My own hands are stimulating me, but it’s his will that brings me to the edge of bliss.
“Come,dolcezza.”
His growled order compels my orgasm, and the sound of my ecstasy echoes off the cliffs, filling the cove with erotic music. Heat flashes through my body, contrasting with the cool water that caresses my waist in gentle lapping waves.
“Bellissima.” He rasps the word, as though exerting effort to restrain himself.
Instead of reaching for me to slake his own need, he keeps the camera lens trained on me, capturing every moment of the orgasm that belongs to him.
When my clit becomes overly sensitive, I withdraw my touch. He doesn’t command me to torment myself, so I slide off the ruin and close the small distance between us, wrapping myself around his sculpted body.
