Page 43 of Captured Fantasy

In the dim light I could just make out the lines of his tattoos. I ran my fingertips down his chest, through the smattering of hair between his pectorals. His abdominal muscles tensed and he growled softly as I tightened my fingers, digging my nails into him as I dragged my hand down to his waistband.

“Don’t ask me to play rough with you, Mrs. Russo, because I fucking will.”

His hard body pushed against mine and I bit my tongue as he pressed the ridge of his cock against my lower belly. His perfect mouth, so incredibly sexy beneath that aquiline nose, grazed the side of my neck.

“I’m gonna make you come so hard you’ll forget anyone else has ever touched you,” he said, a hard edge to his voice.

A shiver of desire surged right down to my pussy. Without waiting for a reply, he lifted me back into his arms.

He carried me down the hall, kicking the door shut with his foot. Everything he did was so male, so loud and abrasive, and I loved it. After ten years with Gino, I’d had enough of insipid men. I needed something real and raw, someone who could crush me with their body as they fucked me until it hurt to sit the next day.

He threw me onto my back on the bed and I lay there, stunned, as he turned on the bedside table lamp. I got my first good look at him in the light. The outline of his tattoos contrasted against his toned body. The face of St. George contorted as he bent, his stomach flexing.

“I get to decide what we do. Right now,” he breathed. “I waited fucking long enough for you, Mrs. Russo.”

My heart sank. Goddamn it, I hadn’t seen this coming. I was so sick of men telling me what they were going to do and doing it without thinking of my pleasure. I’d hoped to God he wouldn’t be like that, but I wasn’t sure what else he could possibly mean.

He pulled me to my knees and I expected him to open the front of his pants and push himself into my throat. Instead he peeled my slip from my body. Leaving me totally bare before him. The sharp intake of breath into his lungs echoed around us as his eyes fell on my breasts. Transfixed.

“What do you want?” I whispered.

He began unfastening his belt. “I’m going to have you straddle my face like a good girl. Press your soft, perfect thighs against my head to block out all the awful shit I saw tonight. Put your pussy on my mouth so I can make you come until you’re so fucking done you can’t keep your eyes open.”

Shock struck me like lightning. I sat there, my jaw slack, staring up at him. I’d imagined what it would be like to have a man use his mouth between my thighs. But I’d never had anyone express an interest in it.

But here Cosimo was demanding it.

He stripped his pants off and fell onto his back on the bed. His hands were still bloody as he pulled me close and lifted me easily to straddle his chest. Heart thudding, I reached out for something to steady myself and my fingers curled around the headboard.

His palm contacted my ass, stinging hard. I bit back a moan, my hips rocking against nothing. Desperately soaked and throbbing between my thighs. I needed something to ride, something to grind my clit into as I chased my release. He pushed his hand between my legs and his lean fingers stroked over my clit. Gathering the wetness and using it to pleasure me with soft strokes.

“God, do that,” I whimpered. “Please, Cosimo.”

He hummed in his chest. “Fuck, say my name just like that,” he breathed.

“Cosimo,” I begged, trying to press against his fingers. He held me back with a hand on my upper thigh.

“No, baby, you’re going to come on my mouth,” he said.

He gripped me by the waist and lifted me over him, shifting his body down in a fluid movement until his head was between my thighs. One hand remained on my hip and the other slid up and gripped my left breast. Kneading it as he found my nipple with his thumb.

I’d imagined this so many times to get myself off, playing with the images of this erotic, intimate act. But none of those fantasies held up to this moment of trembling anticipation. Heat surged through me, taking my breath away. The place between my thighs, so close to his face, ached for his touch.

His tongue brushed my entrance and I bucked involuntarily. I whimpered without shame, my knuckles going white on the headboard. My desperate pussy throbbed as his hot tongue traced it, the tip lapping at the wetness gathered there.

He growled, a desperate sound that made my nipples tighten, and pulled me down onto his face. White hot lightning shot up my spine as he buried his tongue in me. Filling me with a single thrust. I gasped, swearing between my teeth. Holding onto the headboard as he fucked my pussy with his tongue.

My mind went blank and there was nothing except the driving need to come on his mouth. From somewhere far below I felt him moan, his hot tongue stroking over my pussy. Moving closer and closer to my clit by the second.

He paused and pulled back, starting all over again.

Torturing me.

By the time he sucked my desperate, sensitive clit into his mouth, I was begging him aloud to let me come. He ignored me, teasing me, building me up until my thighs trembled on either side of his head. As his perfect tongue flicked over my clit, pleasure started deep inside. My whole body shook over him and wetness slipped from me.

“Fuck, yes,” he breathed.

He pushed his mouth against me and sucked my clit, lashing it with his tongue at the same time. My back arced, my thighs went tight, and I came hard. Hot pulses devastating my body until nothing stood between me and ruin except his hard hands on my hips.

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