Rubbing my nose against her swollen nub as I tease her opening with my tongue makes Ilaria gasp, a curse on her lips gets swallowed before she pulls my hair, tugging me so she can look at me.
“Dante.”
Just my name as my principessa sits on her throne, one of her hands in mine as she squeezes it. Unspoken understanding between us.
She’s here with me. She’s mine. All mine.
“I’m not done with you.”
“You better not be done with me yet.” Her finger swipes at my lips, rubbing her thumb against the wetness she created and pressing it into her mouth as she sucks it off, “Fuck. Aren’t you lucky to get to taste me?”
Her confidence is so sexy that I can’t just keep her in the kitchen anymore.
I’m moving to the couch, tossing her down watching as her breasts bounce before I’m covering her with my body and kissing her so she can taste the sweetness on my lips.
Ilaria kisses me back, no longer upset but pushing at my clothes until I’m in nothing but my boxer briefs, the wet stains from where my precum leaking out catching her attention as her hand wraps around my length through the material, her thumb in the sticky wet spot of my cum.
Her fingers are in the waistband and she doesn’t ask permission before she pulls the briefs down and grips me with her soft hand.
A hum of appreciation escapes her lips and her thumb rubs along where precum leaked out, a clear trail down the thick head of my cock, following a veiny trail. Ilaria catches the river that’s come out and brings it to her lips, tasting me for the first time.
Our eyes lock as she lets her lips push out, before she lays the base of her palm on her chin and licks at her thumb, teasing me with each wet stroke as my cock jumps between us, missing the touch of her.
“That wasn’t enough. I need to taste more of you. Please.” Her sweet little ask makes me groan.
She has her hands reaching for my cock and I want her lips wrapped around me but I haven’t made her cum yet. And I need her coming for me.
Moving down the couch I push her legs up, my lips kissing over her stomach, touching her body as she sighs out under me.
In a few days she will be in a bikini and the thought of her with so much skin out strokes that possessive demon in my stomach. But Ilaria likes him, I’m her demon.
My teeth bite into her skin of her stomach, sucking it as she whimpers out at the pain before I release it. Watching the hickey start to form as I smirk, shifting my mouth half over it, repeating the same motion until a heart shaped bruise is showing up on the left of her belly button.
Let that show when she is in Vegas in her little bathing suit.
Ilaria’s hand traces it, a smirk on her face like she likes being mine. Like she likes being marked by me. As if she knows when she wears her bikinis hints of me will be there warding off anyone who thinks they have a chance.
My mouth trails lower back to the wetness between her legs. Smirking as Ilaria opens her thighs wider, pushing up against me as she begs silently for more. I’ll give her everything that she wants tonight.
“I can’t wait to be inside of you, principessa. Tasting you is just a tease for what’s to come.”
“I want you, Dante. I miss you and I haven’t even had you yet.”
My tongue slips over her, tasting her as she grabs my hair holding me to her. She won’t let me up until she’s coming and I won’t stop until the sound of my name is being chanted like a prayer from her pouty lips.
Ilaria is so close already, her legs butterflying before her thighs push against me like earmuffs and I listen to her curse.
“FUCK. DANTE. DANTE. DANTE. FUCK.”
I had only stroked her clit a few times, my nose tapping at her clit as I lap greedily at her opening, feeling the muscles that are clenching teasing me.
My cock wants to be inside of her.
It’s aching for Ilaria.
Her legs are limp as they push off me, her eyes hooded as I watch the rise and fall of her chest. The soft content smile that is on her face as she looks at me, all pleasure and good mood now.
“Apology accepted.”
At least I know how to get her in a good mood. Just eat that pretty little pussy of hers.
She reaches for me, bringing me down on her as she kisses me, not minding that my mouth tastes like her.
A groan leaves my lips as her hand wraps around me. Her soft breath against my face, eyes glancing down as she watches like she wants me to tell her she can touch me.
But Ilaria already owns me.
Every part of me is really hers, I’m just a body but she is in charge of what happens to me. I’m at her mercy.
“Like this?”
Two words shouldn’t have been so hot but I buck up against her hands, feeling her squeeze as I wrap my hand over hers. I move us both, pumping my length up and down and showing her how I like to be touched.
Ilaria is a great student.
She takes jerking me off very seriously and I have to kiss her lips to keep myself from smiling like a lunatic as she pumps me with pure determination in her eyes.
She feels too good.
