help me, I wanted to find out.
"Mari, I need to know. Can you control yourself?"
Why would I want to? Even though it sounded hot as fuck when he asked if he needed to restrain my legs, I wasn't sure I could handle it. I needed to focus on what he was saying, not just the feel of the words against my skin.
"Yes."I nodded, a near-frantic up-down motion.
"Yes, what?" He stroked his thumb over that spot on my neck, a controlled, metered movement that interfered with my ability to think.
"Huh?" I looked at him, searched his face. What was he asking?
He pulled away and his face came into full focus, but his thumb continued its distracting, rhythmic pace over my skin. "Yes, I should restrain you? Or yes, you can control yourself?"
"God . . ." I shook my head, confused, ready to beg for more. "I. . .what?" Through it all, I kept my legs spread wide. "I'm okay. I'll be good."
That wasn't exactly what he asked, but that's how my overloaded brain broke it down. I needed to be good or Luca would tie my legs.
"Good. Wait here." He stepped back, a pleased smile on his face.
No, he couldn't leave me like this. I needed him. I whimpered, a small, pathetic sound that I'm embarrassed to know I'm even capable of making. This man completely unraveled me.
He left me there for an eternity. It could have been thirty seconds, or thirty minutes, but it felt like forever. When he finally reappeared, relief flooded me. I barely knew him, yet he was able to generate extreme, immediate responses in my body.
He held up two silver balls and twirled them between his fingers. The light gleamed off the shiny metal hypnotically. "Do you know what these are?"
I nodded. I had no idea what they were called, but I knew they were meant to go inside of me.
He arched an eyebrow, impressed. "Have you ever used them?"
I shook my head, wide -eyed and a little scared. Luca smirked, no doubt pleased with himself for surprising me.
"Hmm. Good." He palmed the balls and rolled them over my abdomen. The cool, hard metal made me shiver. He reached lower with his other hand and touched my cunt for the first time. His fingers slipped through my folds and then slid easily inside. He groaned. "You're so ready."
He lazily fucked his finger in and out, no hurry, no agenda, just the beautiful, hard glide of him inside of me. It was too much and not nearly enough. I fought not to thrust against his hand. He hadn't given me permission to move and I really didn't want to give him a reason to restrain me further.
He pressed deep inside, massaging my inner walls, searching and learning my reactions. The heel of his hand pressed deliciously against my clit and the thrill coiled tighter in my gut. He pulled out and added another finger, filling me just a little fuller, but still not close to that over-full stretch that made me scream last time we were together. I climbed closer to orgasm. Was I allowed to come, to finish before we really even started? I held myself rigid and my body trembled with the effort.
"You're so beautiful like this." Luca pressed his palm and the unforgiving metal balls hard against my low abdomen, pushing in to meet the fingers of his other hand as the explored inside me. With constant pressure on my clit from every angle, he licked lightly over my nipple. "So beautiful."
"God . . ."
He sucked my nipple into his mouth, a hard, instant vacuum that pulled my desire tight between his lips and my cunt. He nipped his teeth gently over the very tip, then sucked and bit hard at the same time. My body drew in on itself, compact and ready to explode.
I strained against my bonds and Luca continued to fuck me slow, but so deep, so hard. I shattered from the inside out. My legs gave out and Luca eased me to the floor, his hand inside me, anchoring and guiding me. I shuddered and rode through the orgasm, extended through the relentless pressure of Luca's hands holding me together both inside and out.
"Okay?" He kissed my head gently.
I was no longer
"Mari, I need to know. Can you control yourself?"
Why would I want to? Even though it sounded hot as fuck when he asked if he needed to restrain my legs, I wasn't sure I could handle it. I needed to focus on what he was saying, not just the feel of the words against my skin.
"Yes."I nodded, a near-frantic up-down motion.
"Yes, what?" He stroked his thumb over that spot on my neck, a controlled, metered movement that interfered with my ability to think.
"Huh?" I looked at him, searched his face. What was he asking?
He pulled away and his face came into full focus, but his thumb continued its distracting, rhythmic pace over my skin. "Yes, I should restrain you? Or yes, you can control yourself?"
"God . . ." I shook my head, confused, ready to beg for more. "I. . .what?" Through it all, I kept my legs spread wide. "I'm okay. I'll be good."
That wasn't exactly what he asked, but that's how my overloaded brain broke it down. I needed to be good or Luca would tie my legs.
"Good. Wait here." He stepped back, a pleased smile on his face.
No, he couldn't leave me like this. I needed him. I whimpered, a small, pathetic sound that I'm embarrassed to know I'm even capable of making. This man completely unraveled me.
He left me there for an eternity. It could have been thirty seconds, or thirty minutes, but it felt like forever. When he finally reappeared, relief flooded me. I barely knew him, yet he was able to generate extreme, immediate responses in my body.
He held up two silver balls and twirled them between his fingers. The light gleamed off the shiny metal hypnotically. "Do you know what these are?"
I nodded. I had no idea what they were called, but I knew they were meant to go inside of me.
He arched an eyebrow, impressed. "Have you ever used them?"
I shook my head, wide -eyed and a little scared. Luca smirked, no doubt pleased with himself for surprising me.
"Hmm. Good." He palmed the balls and rolled them over my abdomen. The cool, hard metal made me shiver. He reached lower with his other hand and touched my cunt for the first time. His fingers slipped through my folds and then slid easily inside. He groaned. "You're so ready."
He lazily fucked his finger in and out, no hurry, no agenda, just the beautiful, hard glide of him inside of me. It was too much and not nearly enough. I fought not to thrust against his hand. He hadn't given me permission to move and I really didn't want to give him a reason to restrain me further.
He pressed deep inside, massaging my inner walls, searching and learning my reactions. The heel of his hand pressed deliciously against my clit and the thrill coiled tighter in my gut. He pulled out and added another finger, filling me just a little fuller, but still not close to that over-full stretch that made me scream last time we were together. I climbed closer to orgasm. Was I allowed to come, to finish before we really even started? I held myself rigid and my body trembled with the effort.
"You're so beautiful like this." Luca pressed his palm and the unforgiving metal balls hard against my low abdomen, pushing in to meet the fingers of his other hand as the explored inside me. With constant pressure on my clit from every angle, he licked lightly over my nipple. "So beautiful."
"God . . ."
He sucked my nipple into his mouth, a hard, instant vacuum that pulled my desire tight between his lips and my cunt. He nipped his teeth gently over the very tip, then sucked and bit hard at the same time. My body drew in on itself, compact and ready to explode.
I strained against my bonds and Luca continued to fuck me slow, but so deep, so hard. I shattered from the inside out. My legs gave out and Luca eased me to the floor, his hand inside me, anchoring and guiding me. I shuddered and rode through the orgasm, extended through the relentless pressure of Luca's hands holding me together both inside and out.
"Okay?" He kissed my head gently.
I was no longer
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