her channel, heard the hiss of his breath as he watched. Working them back and forth, she let the sheer carnality of the experience wash over her and sank into an erotic state of heightened bliss, where culmination was not the main goal. Rather it was pleasing and pleasuring him that mattered.
“Do you like watching me, Sergio?”
His fingers fisted around his cock, began a slow slide down toward his balls. “Yes, cara mia .” How she loved that velvet whisper, the thickening of his accent, the roll of the words from his lips. “Seeing you finger yourself is more enchanting than I can say. Do it harder.”
So she did, lifting her arse to meet the plunge of her fingers. Hearing the wet slap each time she went as deep as she could, feeling the sharp pulse of pleasure each time the heel of her palm made contact with her nub. And she watched him watch her, the expression on his face as she fucked herself for his delectation more wonderful even than the sensations sparking from between her legs.
“Sweet Jane,” he crooned. “I am so hard for you. Tomorrow I will lick and kiss and suck every inch of your sweet body. And then I will fuck you, over and over.” His voice was rougher, strained, and she knew he was nearing completion. “I have dreamt of being in you, looking down into your beautiful face as you spend, your cunt milking the seed from my body.”
She’d been trying to hold back her release, but the image he conjured, the raw nature of his words and tone pushed her past the point of all restraint. Body shuddering and jerking, eyes tightly closed, she came, his low, pleasure-laden sounds of appreciation echoing in her ears.
Boneless, she sank back, her hand falling away from her cunt, trying to catch her breath. Cracking open her eyes, she saw his hand fisted around the base of his erection, looked up to find him staring at her, his face flushed, tight and ravenous.
“ Ti adoro, cara mia. Ti desidero. Giorno e notte sogno solo di te. ”
She didn’t need to understand the words. His expression, the timbre of his voice said all she needed to know.
“Let me come to you, Sergio.” The plea was unmistakable, her need to touch him almost painful. “Please.”
“ Non. ” He shook his head, seemed to speak through clenched teeth, his lips barely moving. “Stay where you are.”
“Then spend for me.” She spread her legs as wide as she could, reached down and used her fingers to open the lips of her still-pulsing cunt, saw his hand start to move again. “Imagine you are on your knees between my thighs, fucking me, watching your cock plunge into my body.” Jane shuddered, aroused again, stopping to swallow before she could continue. “That is what I think of when I touch myself in bed, Sergio, when I have to bite my pillow so as not to scream your name as I come. Waiting until tomorrow to know what that is like will be torture to me.”
He had a handkerchief in his other hand, but it seemed as though release caught him by surprise. His eyes widened briefly before snapping shut, and a thick spurt of seed arced from his prick before he caught the rest in the square of white linen. But it was his expression Jane watched with avid excitement, the way his lips drew back to reveal clenched teeth, the strain of ecstasy tightening the sharp planes of his face. She committed it all to memory, knowing this was the image she would bring forth in the future as she masturbated and spent, for it was the most glorious sight she had ever beheld.
Slumped back against the door, he opened his eyes just a slit, surveyed her, as his mouth lost the softness of satiation and firmed into an almost grim line. Her stomach clenched, not with fear but with a strange, tender emotion she refused to even attempt to name.
“ Mi hai stregato. ” It was just a murmur, hot and harsh and more thrilling than even a touch. “You have enchanted me.”
Slowly she dropped her skirt and shook her head. “If there was a spell cast,
“Do you like watching me, Sergio?”
His fingers fisted around his cock, began a slow slide down toward his balls. “Yes, cara mia .” How she loved that velvet whisper, the thickening of his accent, the roll of the words from his lips. “Seeing you finger yourself is more enchanting than I can say. Do it harder.”
So she did, lifting her arse to meet the plunge of her fingers. Hearing the wet slap each time she went as deep as she could, feeling the sharp pulse of pleasure each time the heel of her palm made contact with her nub. And she watched him watch her, the expression on his face as she fucked herself for his delectation more wonderful even than the sensations sparking from between her legs.
“Sweet Jane,” he crooned. “I am so hard for you. Tomorrow I will lick and kiss and suck every inch of your sweet body. And then I will fuck you, over and over.” His voice was rougher, strained, and she knew he was nearing completion. “I have dreamt of being in you, looking down into your beautiful face as you spend, your cunt milking the seed from my body.”
She’d been trying to hold back her release, but the image he conjured, the raw nature of his words and tone pushed her past the point of all restraint. Body shuddering and jerking, eyes tightly closed, she came, his low, pleasure-laden sounds of appreciation echoing in her ears.
Boneless, she sank back, her hand falling away from her cunt, trying to catch her breath. Cracking open her eyes, she saw his hand fisted around the base of his erection, looked up to find him staring at her, his face flushed, tight and ravenous.
“ Ti adoro, cara mia. Ti desidero. Giorno e notte sogno solo di te. ”
She didn’t need to understand the words. His expression, the timbre of his voice said all she needed to know.
“Let me come to you, Sergio.” The plea was unmistakable, her need to touch him almost painful. “Please.”
“ Non. ” He shook his head, seemed to speak through clenched teeth, his lips barely moving. “Stay where you are.”
“Then spend for me.” She spread her legs as wide as she could, reached down and used her fingers to open the lips of her still-pulsing cunt, saw his hand start to move again. “Imagine you are on your knees between my thighs, fucking me, watching your cock plunge into my body.” Jane shuddered, aroused again, stopping to swallow before she could continue. “That is what I think of when I touch myself in bed, Sergio, when I have to bite my pillow so as not to scream your name as I come. Waiting until tomorrow to know what that is like will be torture to me.”
He had a handkerchief in his other hand, but it seemed as though release caught him by surprise. His eyes widened briefly before snapping shut, and a thick spurt of seed arced from his prick before he caught the rest in the square of white linen. But it was his expression Jane watched with avid excitement, the way his lips drew back to reveal clenched teeth, the strain of ecstasy tightening the sharp planes of his face. She committed it all to memory, knowing this was the image she would bring forth in the future as she masturbated and spent, for it was the most glorious sight she had ever beheld.
Slumped back against the door, he opened his eyes just a slit, surveyed her, as his mouth lost the softness of satiation and firmed into an almost grim line. Her stomach clenched, not with fear but with a strange, tender emotion she refused to even attempt to name.
“ Mi hai stregato. ” It was just a murmur, hot and harsh and more thrilling than even a touch. “You have enchanted me.”
Slowly she dropped her skirt and shook her head. “If there was a spell cast,
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