Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 101247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
“Ah,” I whimper, but I don’t twist away.
He continues his assault, now using his tongue to flick across the other nipple before sucking it tenaciously. When he pulls back, his eyes are heavily hooded and what shows between the slits is blazing.
“Lie back.”
My sex is inflamed and the feel of the cool mosaic tiles makes me exhale with relief.
"Legs spread wide," he commands.
I do as I’m bid, spreading my thighs and exposing my freshly shaven pussy to him. He undoes the ties of the bikini bottom and pulls them off. I can feel my pussy is puffy and fluttering with expectation.
For a few seconds, I think I have done something wrong because he goes still and does nothing. I lift my head and see him just gazing at my sex, almost as if he is in a daze. “What’s wrong?” I whisper worriedly.
He raises his eyes and they are filled with wonder.
“You have a beautiful pussy… inviting and so fucking rosy,” he says, his voice thick and unrecognizable.
“Oh!”
He pulls me closer to the edge of the pool and holds up my ankles, completely opening my sex to his pleasure. I should feel embarrassed, ashamed even, but I don’t. Instead, I feel exhilarated and vibrant.
Slowly, he dips his hands to the center of my thighs, and when I realize what he’s about to do, I freeze. No one has ever put their mouth down there. I don’t know what to expect from this.
With his head between my thighs, Valentino looks up. “Relax. I just want to taste you.” His eyes are the softest I’ve ever seen, and instantly, my body relaxes, giving itself to him on a platter of gold.
Valentino’s tongue snakes out to stroke my clit, and at the velvet contact a thrill of pleasure rocks my body. What the hell? I’m barely able to catch my breath. This is so incredibly, unbelievably, amazingly sweet.
“I want more,” I gasp.
He moans into my core, sending his voice vibrations into my body. I push my mound into his face as my juices gush out of me, and he holds me firmly in place to ensure he captures all of my liquids.
Then he drags his tongue in a long probing lick from the base of my sex up to the hood of my clit. I let out a deep and primal groan of pleasure as his tongue begins to circle the engorged, dripping folds then flicks up lazily to scoop up at the clit. The technique is precise and faultless and my hands curl into fists.
“Oh, that feels so good,” I gasp.
I cannot fully understand what he is doing with his tongue, because it appears to force its way inside me and then out with a violent motion, which strikes my clit rhythmically and relentlessly, each time with more force. All I know is my climax is already frothing in my loins, churning and rolling with each rotation of his clever tongue.
A whiff of a rich musky smell rises into the air. I realize with surprise that, that is me, my smell. That ‘a little too virginal’ smell he had alluded to on our first night in Paris.
My eyes drift shut as I bury my fingers into his thick hair and rock my sex into his face. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I am sure I scream so loud birds nesting in the lemon trees flutter into the sky. Maybe it’s all in my head, but if it isn’t then I for sure do not give a damn about them. All I want is for Valentino to quench this fire inside me before it incinerates me from the inside out.
My legs quake as I wrap them around his shoulders and relentlessly and shamelessly grind my sex against his face, desperate for the pressure of his lips and tongue. Valentino sucks, nibbles, and licks, drawing out my juices and lapping them up like it’s his last meal on earth.
“Yes,” I whisper a moan straining my throat.
Dark excitement bolts through my body when his big hands spread my buttocks. Suddenly, I feel his tongue gently, but mischievously give oral stimulation to my perineum and the wrinkled crater of my ass. Oh my God! He’s going to eat my ass. As the tip of his tongue begins to scrape and try to find entry, I start to squirm.
“Valentino,” I whisper.
He laughs. A shadowy mocking sound. “My little virgin pearl. So much to learn.”
But he retracts his tongue and sweeps up to ferociously suck my clit. It feels as if my sex is melting into his mouth. My legs move of their own accord and wrap tightly around his head, bringing us closer in a violent grip of tongue and cunny.
My climax is violent and primal, the scream erupting from the core of my sex and spewing over his face and shoulder, drenching him. Masturbation has never given me this. Never. Raw feral pleasure makes me cry out again and again as the orgasm rips through me. As my senses come back, I unclasp his head from the tight grip of my legs and proudly display my satisfied sex, reddened, dripping and engorged. He must see what he has done to me. This man whose face has just marked me forever with my first climax from a blowjob.