Page 39 of She Belongs to Me

Was he kidding me? That was a formal invitation to finding a way to escape. But I couldn’t do that right now. He squeezed my breast with one hand, pinching and twisting my nipple as he laughed evilly.

I fought to remove the rest of his shirt, something he allowed me to do. But after that, he was in full control.

He raked one hand down my side, lightly brushing his fingers against my naked breast before continuing. I was holding my breath as he drifted downward, taking his time until his rough, callused fingers touched my thigh. But he wasn’t finished, sliding them underneath.

“Oh. God.”

His chuckle was dark and deliciously ominous. Just his touch was akin to lighting me on fire. “Are you wet for me?”

Was I really supposed to answer that? We’d played this game all day, his jealousy fueling something sinful. I’d been wet, my panties taking the abuse.

The only sound I could make was a strangled moan.

He took a few seconds to swirl a single finger around my lace-covered clit. I froze at first, but the wild building heat suddenly created tremors.

Being amazed around this man was going to be a constant. Using one foot, he managed to push my sneakers off. When he maneuvered the button and zipper of my shorts with ease, I knew I was holding my breath again.

Within seconds, the khakis were off completely. I was standing in an olive tree forest with a man I barely knew but had thought of as my godfather, and I was entirely naked. This wasn’t just sinful.

This was… My aunt would call it blasphemous. Even disgusting.

What the hell did I care? I closed my eyes, but knew if I didn’t hold onto something, I would crumple to the ground. I fisted his hair, tugging involuntarily while he whispered phrases in Italian. There was no reason to ask him what he was saying. The accent alone, the huskiness of his voice was enough to keep me enthralled.

Maybe a small part of me was prepared for him to fuck me here. He’d stick his cock inside, his roughness continuing until he released deep into my tight channel.

Boy, I was wrong. I obviously didn’t know the man.

He slowly dropped to his knees with utter control, pressing kisses against one thigh and the other while doing so.

As he widened my legs, I could tell I was slapping the tree with my free hand, still pulling at his thick hair with my other. The moment was crazy and I blinked several times, but between the darkness and the sheer rapture I felt, there was no chance I could see anything.

Or control my emotions either.

He lifted one leg from the ground, placing it over his shoulder. This felt so dirty, so wicked that I couldn’t talk either. Not that any words were needed.

I cinched my eyes as he pressed his full lips just over my mound. He was doing his best to tease me like I’d done to him. With one hand, he gripped my thigh with so much force I was tossed into pure euphoria. How was that possible?

The moment he dipped his tongue between my swollen folds, I was certain I was going to lose it. At least this time, my scream was more like a blast of hot air. He took his time, one hand stretching open my thighs to give him perfect access.

I was so startled I couldn’t make a sound. Of all the things in the world, I hadn’t expected this with our heavy bantering. I believed he would continue treating me like I was twelve, not twenty-five. This was something entirely different.

I couldn’t even name the last time anyone had done this to me. The two experiences I’d had hadn’t been stellar, the men obviously inexperienced or neither one had cared about pleasing me. I didn’t mind hard fucking and nothing else, but a girl needed release in other ways.

The man was teasing my clit and fucking me with his tongue. I was a bundle of nerves. It would take an expert to achieve what he was doing to me. I was studying to be a doctor and until now, I’d had no clue it was possible.

It was laughable.

And I did so nervously as I pulled at his hair. This time, there was no mistaking the cry of pleasure I issued as I writhed in his arms. He flicked his tongue back and forth across my clit, taking his time to suck on the tender tissue while he grunted like a true beast in the wild.

I continued to be floored, the man bringing me close to an orgasm and pulling back. Was this how men teased women these days? Another new sensation hit me seconds later. He’d filled me with his fingers, all four of them.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” I was bucking and making crazy sounds of my own. I managed to push myself up onto my toes, shifting my hand to his shoulder. I was terrified I’d rip hair from his scalp, the ecstasy felt so good.

Now he used a combination of his fingers and tongue, blowing warmth across my slickened folds. I shoved aside any thought of thinking, breathing the only bodily function possible at the moment.

When he drove his tongue even deeper inside, curling the tip, my instinct told me what he was doing. He was looking for that amazing sweet spot that would push me past the point of nirvana. The pleasure continued to build.

And build.