Page 66 of Sweet Prison
“So soft…” Low, mumbled words. “I never dreamed your skin would be this soft. Like feathers.”
Everywhere he touches sizzles as if singed by flame. He doesn’t have a gentleman’s hands. His palms are rough, without any trace of softness. Battered skin which endured so much. Just like his soul. But his caress is so delicate as he trails those coarse palms up my legs until his fingers graze my panties. With the hem of my nightgown bunched around my hips, the black lace is the only barrier between my pussy and his touch.
“I’ve lost sleep on so many nights imagining what you would feel like, angel.” Gently, he pushes my legs open. “And your heavenly scent.”
Should I be embarrassed right now? Does it make me some kind of hussy if I’m not? That instead of closing my legs, Massimo’s words lead me to open them wider. As jittery as I feel over what’s to come, I crave it. Anticipate it with every fiber of my being.
I exhale in short, rapid bursts as he drops to his knees and buries his nose at the apex of my thighs. When he inhales, he sounds like a suffocating man who just got his first breath of air.
“Jasmine. Peace,” he mumbles into my pussy, breathing in deeply again. “And sin.”
Warm breath wafts through the lace of my panties, tingling my sensitive flesh.Want… Need.My legs start shaking. And my hands. I lean back and fall onto the surface of the desk, while Massimo keeps nuzzling my pussy with his face.
“I need…” I pant, grabbing his shoulders and arching my back. I don’t know what I’m asking for. I just know that I need… more. More of him. I want him to know me inside out. I want us joined completely, so there isn’t even a speck of unknown between us. I want to be his in every way.
“I need to feel you… down there,” I pant. “I need it so much that it hurts. Please.”
Rough palms slip under my ass cheeks, pulling my panties down.
“I’ll probably burn in hell for this, Zahara.”
The lace slides down my legs, and then… warm wetness… laving my folds. His tongue.
“Dear God,” I gasp.
My vision blurs, as if the world has vanished. I’m not in my room anymore. Instead, I’m suspended somewhere in midair, trying to remember how to breathe while Massimo feasts on my pussy as if it’s a mouthwatering dessert. He’s swallowing my arousal. Licking away every single drop. It’s as if my most secret imagination came to life. Years of waiting. Hoping. My chest expands as if my heart suddenly became too large for it. My inner walls clench so wildly, I might lose my mind.More.I need more or I’ll completely crack.
“Soaked…” he mumbles as he keeps devouring my pussy. “Do you always get so wet, angel? Can any man just milk your juices like this?”
A light press of his thumb on my clit sends my eyes rolling back into my head. Oh God, he’s added his fingers now, and he is doing the most sinful things with them. Caressing. Tapping. And… dear lord, pinching while he keeps licking my bud. I’m fighting for air, unable to form actual words. Is it possible to die from pleasure?
“Has any man’s touch here felt as good?” Massimo growls into my pussy while the strokes of his tongue turn firmer. More forceful. “I need to know, so I can cut off his filthy, undeserving hands.”
His teeth graze my clit, and then he plunges his tongue into my core. Tremors rack my body, incapacitating me completely. I can’t move. I can’t speak. Can’t even breathe. I’m so far gone already, but then, he closes his mouth around my clit and sucks.
I scream, my voice breaking just like my body, and he… for the love of all that is holy, keeps sucking on me. I’m flying, high above my corporeal form. While back on earth, my body is shaking and shattering, each atom returning to the stars.
Wetness trails down my cheeks as I slowly pull myself together.
“Zahara.” A low, whispered voice, somewhere close by.
I open my eyes and find Massimo leaning over me, his huge hand cupping my face.
“Angel.” A light brush of a finger under my eye. “What’s wrong?”
Wrong? I try to respond but only manage a feeble gasp. How could anything be wrong when it was so, so perfect?
“Did I hurt you? You’re shaking like a leaf.”
“No…” I pant, staring into his eyes. “It… it was the first time.”
The corner of his lips curves up. “First time a man ate your pussy like that?”
“No, my first…” I trail off, then draw a deep breath to finish, “…my first… everything.”
Massimo’s smirk disappears, replaced with confusion that quickly transforms into alarm. Even in near darkness, with only a sliver of moonlight seeping into the room, I can clearly see the color draining from his face. His Adam’s apple moves prominently as he swallows.
Jerking his head, he takes the hem of my nightgown and gently moves it down, covering my still trembling core. Why ishe acting so strange all of a sudden? Did I say or do something wrong? Is he upset because I’m inexperienced? I can’t help it if he’s the only man whose touch I’ve ever longed for.