standing and I kneeled on Luca's carpet, my thighs still spread obscenely wide. My forehead rested against his chest and I risked a small kiss. I pressed my lips gently to the skin just above his nipple and held them there. Life, for me, always happened slower in the afterglow.
Finally, I nodded and pulled back so I could look into his eyes. He looked a little concerned and a lot smug. He kissed me and laughed.
"That was awesome," he said.
"Yes." I nodded again. He dismantled me better than any man before. He had a perfect combination of demanding, confident, eager, and solicitous. I was officially a fan of internet hookups.
"Ready for more?" He didn't wait for my answer as he pulled his fingers out and pressed something foreign and hard inside my vagina. He smiled wide, then pushed a second object inside.
The balls .
He cupped my cunt, pressing his fingers flat against the opening. "You have to hold them inside. Can you do that?"
I clenched my muscles and pleasure shot through me. "Yes." My answer was half-hiss, half-shout, and all affirmation. Metal balls were a revelation and all he'd done so far is put them in and t old me to hold on. What other tricks could he do with them? I didn't remember any of this being on Luca's list, but I sure as fuck wasn't going to complain.
He kept pressure on me for a bit longer. "Can you stand?"
My hands were tied behind my back and I had little metal balls inside my cunt that had to stay there. Stand? Could I? There was only one way to find out. "I can try."
He released his hold on me and leaned back to regard me fully. He watched as I struggled to get one foot under me, then made an equally ungraceful lurch to center myself with both feet under me. I stood slowly, carefully, abdominals clenched tight and causing the most amazing, distracting, wonderful, sinful feeling deep in my belly.
He stayed on his knees and gazed up at me reverently. "Perfect. Now spread your legs like before."
Seriously? I was supposed to keep track of little steel balls while spreading my cunt open while it was eye-level to him? He was out of his freaking mind.
My apprehension must have shown because his face hardened. The encouraging, understanding man transformed before my eyes to a demanding, in control task-master. "Do it. Now."
Mercy. He was hot when he got all bossy. I shuffled my legs apart. No way was I taking one big step like before. Through a combination of shuffling, sliding, and muffled swearing, I soon stood in the same position as before, legs open wide and filled with anticipation. What else did Luca have planned? And why was he still on his knees?
He inhaled sharply. "So perfect. Beautiful."
He wrapped his hands around my legs, low on my thighs just above my knees, and rubbed his thumbs over the skin there. The gentle, insistent back and forth rhythm telegraphed up my leg to my exposed clit. I trembled, the anticipation and shifting internal pressure aroused me to the point of desperation. So soon after orgasm and I was rapidly rising again.
He eased his hands slowly up my legs. His palms, smooth and strong, moved over my flesh, learning and caressing, and driving me insane. He stopped with his fingers spread wide over my low abdomen and his thumbs teasing over labia.
"God, Luca." I wanted my hands free so bad. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair, to grip his head and pull his face into me. I wanted to guide him to my clit, throbbing and needy for his touch. I wanted to be able to prompt him, to show him the strength of my desire. Instead I flexed my arms uselessly and whimpered.
He laughed and the air puffed over me and I tensed even tighter. He became very serious as he positioned his thumbs on either side of my labia and pressed the folds of skin together. He massaged his thumbs in tiny circles, creating the most wonderful pressure on my clit. And then suddenly the pressure was gone and my clit was exposed to the air. He held me open for a few seconds, then he was on
Finally, I nodded and pulled back so I could look into his eyes. He looked a little concerned and a lot smug. He kissed me and laughed.
"That was awesome," he said.
"Yes." I nodded again. He dismantled me better than any man before. He had a perfect combination of demanding, confident, eager, and solicitous. I was officially a fan of internet hookups.
"Ready for more?" He didn't wait for my answer as he pulled his fingers out and pressed something foreign and hard inside my vagina. He smiled wide, then pushed a second object inside.
The balls .
He cupped my cunt, pressing his fingers flat against the opening. "You have to hold them inside. Can you do that?"
I clenched my muscles and pleasure shot through me. "Yes." My answer was half-hiss, half-shout, and all affirmation. Metal balls were a revelation and all he'd done so far is put them in and t old me to hold on. What other tricks could he do with them? I didn't remember any of this being on Luca's list, but I sure as fuck wasn't going to complain.
He kept pressure on me for a bit longer. "Can you stand?"
My hands were tied behind my back and I had little metal balls inside my cunt that had to stay there. Stand? Could I? There was only one way to find out. "I can try."
He released his hold on me and leaned back to regard me fully. He watched as I struggled to get one foot under me, then made an equally ungraceful lurch to center myself with both feet under me. I stood slowly, carefully, abdominals clenched tight and causing the most amazing, distracting, wonderful, sinful feeling deep in my belly.
He stayed on his knees and gazed up at me reverently. "Perfect. Now spread your legs like before."
Seriously? I was supposed to keep track of little steel balls while spreading my cunt open while it was eye-level to him? He was out of his freaking mind.
My apprehension must have shown because his face hardened. The encouraging, understanding man transformed before my eyes to a demanding, in control task-master. "Do it. Now."
Mercy. He was hot when he got all bossy. I shuffled my legs apart. No way was I taking one big step like before. Through a combination of shuffling, sliding, and muffled swearing, I soon stood in the same position as before, legs open wide and filled with anticipation. What else did Luca have planned? And why was he still on his knees?
He inhaled sharply. "So perfect. Beautiful."
He wrapped his hands around my legs, low on my thighs just above my knees, and rubbed his thumbs over the skin there. The gentle, insistent back and forth rhythm telegraphed up my leg to my exposed clit. I trembled, the anticipation and shifting internal pressure aroused me to the point of desperation. So soon after orgasm and I was rapidly rising again.
He eased his hands slowly up my legs. His palms, smooth and strong, moved over my flesh, learning and caressing, and driving me insane. He stopped with his fingers spread wide over my low abdomen and his thumbs teasing over labia.
"God, Luca." I wanted my hands free so bad. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair, to grip his head and pull his face into me. I wanted to guide him to my clit, throbbing and needy for his touch. I wanted to be able to prompt him, to show him the strength of my desire. Instead I flexed my arms uselessly and whimpered.
He laughed and the air puffed over me and I tensed even tighter. He became very serious as he positioned his thumbs on either side of my labia and pressed the folds of skin together. He massaged his thumbs in tiny circles, creating the most wonderful pressure on my clit. And then suddenly the pressure was gone and my clit was exposed to the air. He held me open for a few seconds, then he was on
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