Page 55 of Forbidden Fruit

Secret.

Sacred.

“Hi,” I finally breathe.

“Hi,zitella.”

Lino removes his glasses and sets them down on the nearby table, then he drops his lips to my jaw in a barely there kiss, then his nose traces my throat. He takes a deep inhale and my eyes flutter close, my hands drifting to the silky strands of his dark hair.

“I missed you,” he whispers against my skin.

My heart beats against my ribcage and my throat closes. Words seem impossible, so I don’t talk. I frame his face with both hands, our eyes locking in their own kind of embrace. I hope he can read what I can’t say, how special this moment is and how precious he feels to me. Like a house of cards, my walls crumble as we keep looking into each other’s soul. Hope mixes with pain. Arousal mixes with caution. I’ll be brave for him. I’ll be brave with him.

Slowly, my lips descend on his. Eyes closed, I take in his taste, how his lips move unhurriedly, how his tongue caresses mine and how he lets me explore his mouth.

Arousal pools at the apex of my thighs as I get lost in this kiss. It shatters me and rewires my brain until all I can think about is how to feel good and make him feel good. My hips rock of their own accord and Lino groans into my mouth, spurring me to continue. When his hands travel down and grasp my ass with a fierce hold, I moan into his mouth, the bite of pain immediately replaced with pleasure as he kneads my cheeks. He continues his exploration of my body, going under the fabric of my dress, then stops, frozen in place.

“Zitella,” he admonishes. “Did you forget your panties?”

His eyes are molten and I give him a sheepish smile.

With expert and fast movements, Lino arranges my body until my stomach lies on his spread thighs. I don’t have time to brace as a hand slaps across my mouth and the other falls on my right ass cheek with a resounding smack. Lino lifts the dress up to reveal my bare skin and I can’t help the wave of embarrassment taking over.

“You deserve to be red with my handprints for being such a little tease. Now be quiet and take it,zitella. I know you want to. Your pussy’s weeping for it.”

His husky voice travels my skin, the words calming my raging emotions, at war between taking the pleasure at his hand and feeling like it’s too much.

I brace myself, the velvet fabric soft to my touch and helping anchor me when his hand lands again on my ass. Over and over, I moan as silently as I can as I take my first spanking at the hands of the man I thought was emotionless when I first met him.

He’s anything but.

His hard cock pokes at my stomach and I can hear how he grinds his teeth with every slap that lands on my body. I lay there and take it, relinquishing any sense of control I could have over the situation. With letting go, my body floats and my focuszeroes in on the burn on my ass cheeks and the need coursing through my veins.

“Please, Daddy,” I mumble under his hand.

I don’t know what I’m begging for, but Lino does, even if what I said was unintelligible.

His fingers glide up and down from my clit to my asshole, a totally new sensation that makes my toes curl. I let out a low mewl under the hand still planted to my mouth.

“Shhh,zitella. I’ll take care of you. Trust me.”

Lino inserts two digits into my cunt, so wet he finds no resistance and I writhe, mindless with pleasure . He removes them almost immediately, coating my puckered hole with my own arousal. He repeats the process a few times, then his thumb presses in while he spears my pussy with two fingers.

“Oh, God,” I cry . My voice might be muffled, but Lino’s throaty laugh adds to my desire, shame forgotten as if it never existed.

My head falls forwards and I press myself back onto his fingers.

“Look at you. So desperate for what I give you,” he muses.

The steady rise of my orgasm threatens to obliterate me, but neither of us stops. Lino doesn’t pick up his pace to make me come faster and I plateau for what feels like hours, ready to fall but not yet there.

When it becomes too much, I clasp his wrist with my hand, anchoring me to him, and move the other to touch my swollen clit.

Legs spread apart and making a mess of his pants, I come on Lino’s fingers like a storm, taking everything in its wake.

“That’s it,zitella. Come on Daddy’s fingers like the perfect girl you are.” His praise has my pussy clenching around the digits. “Oh, baby,” he teases. “Will you squeeze my cock as hard as you do my fingers when I give it to you?” His dirty wordsprolong the orgasm and fill my mind with images of his thick cock inside me and his cum all over me, marking me as his.

I nod mindlessly as pleasure recedes, leaving me boneless and satiated.