“You’re beautiful,” he said simply. “Turn around.”
I did as he asked, turning in a full, slow circle, facing him again.
“Bellisimo.” His cock was fisted tightly in his hand and just the sight of it made my knees weak. “I don’t know if I should fuck you or eat you.”
I grinned. “You can always do both.”
“Good idea.” He grabbed my hips, twisting me so my back was to him, using the flat of his hand to bend me forward. “Grab your ankles.”
I did, the blood rushing to my head, making me dizzy, my long, dark hair grazing the floor.
“You like the shoes?” His hands roamed over my ass, snapping the thong, moving down the smooth silk stockings on my legs.
“Love them,” I admitted, and from this angle, I had a great view. They were definitely Italian in design, and not cheap. “Nico, you spoil me.”
“I’ve only just begun.” His fingers moved my panties aside and he slipped his tongue between my pussy lips from behind, spreading my ass with his palms.
I gasped at the sensation, the sweet press of his mouth against my flesh so overwhelming I almost lost my balance. He steadied me, spreading my legs wider, his tongue plunging, tasting me deeply. My thighs quivered and I gripped my ankles more tightly, arching my back to give him better access. He chuckled, running his tongue up and down my slit, making me moan and wiggle back against him.
“Oh god, I’m gonna pass out.”
“We can’t have that.” He pulled me back to sit in his lap, the teeth on the open zipper of his jeans biting my thighs, his hands tight on my hips. He rocked me against his cock. I could feel it pressed against the crack of my ass, riding along the string of the thong between my legs.
“You’re going to put a run in my stockings.”
He chuckled, reaching for the garter straps, undoing the front and then the back on my left leg, his hand sliding under the material, down the inside of my thigh. I shivered, closing my eyes, as his hand moved back up, cupping my mound and rocking me. His cock was so hard it felt like granite between us.
Then he undid the other one, his hand moving down the smooth expanse of my inner thigh to slide the stocking down, moving back up to nestle my mound in the palm of his hand. I turned my head and found his mouth, kissing him deeply, his tongue twining with mine. His hands moved up my waist, over the corset, fondling my breasts, our hips grinding in the chair.
“You’re so beautiful,” he gasped when we broke our kiss, looking down at me sprawled across his lap.
I lifted one of my legs, pulling my knee back so I could work the strap on my left shoe. It dropped to the floor and I slid the stocking down my calf. Then I did the other one, slowly sliding the stocking down to my ankle, Nico watching it the whole way. Then he stood me up again, this time turning me to face him, hands roaming over the length of my bare legs, up my hips to my breasts and back down again.
“Put the shoes back on.”
I smiled, stepping back into them and buckling the straps, two on the outside of each high heel.
“Spread your legs.”
I did, my hips jutting forward, watching his hand move up and down the length of his shaft as he looked up at me. His eyes were dark with lust, his lips slightly parted, so sexy sitting there with his jeans undone just enough for his cock to escape, his white button-down shirt untucked. I couldn’t think about anything else except how much I wanted him.
“Touch yourself.” His gaze fell between my legs to where the black triangle of the thong barely covered the swell of my bare pussy lips. “I want to watch.”
I slipped my hand under the elastic, my pussy already wet from his tongue, slippery with my juices. I found the hard button of my clit with one hand, nudging it back and forth, watching his eyes light up as I traced my nipple with my fingernail, making it pucker. I teased my pussy, making my first two fingers into a V and letting them ride down around the nub of my clit, rubbing myself like that, my hips rocking.
“Let me see.” Nico pulled the thong aside, biting his lip when he saw how my swollen pussy lips were parted for the press of my fingers. I slid the panties down to my ankles, stepping out of them, spreading my legs even wider this time. He groaned as I lifted my fingers to my mouth, licking my juices off them, sucking on them before sliding my hand back down to pay more attention to my pussy.
“Put your fingers inside,” he said, his breath coming in short pants, his hand moving faster up and down the length of his cock.
I put one high heel up on the arm of his chair, giving him a full view. “You do it.”
“Holy fuck.” He said this in English, his eyes glazed with hunger, on eye-level with my pussy. He parted me with his fingers, working them slowly in and then out, watching himself finger me. I rolled my hips forward, giving him better access, my head going back, a low moan escaping my throat. He was incredibly skilled, thumbing my clit as he rocked his hand against my pussy, his fingers doing things inside of me that drove me crazy.
“Sit on my face, Dani.” He pulled me toward him. “I have to taste you.”
He positioned me, knees on the arm of the chair, hands gripping the back, his mouth covering my slippery mound. His tongue worked its way to my clit, his fingers finding their mark again inside of me, the other hand cupping my breast, thumbing my nipple, a trifecta of sensation. My thighs quivered, my belly undulating, coming so close to climax I could almost taste it.
“Please,” I begged, my whole body tense, rocking. “Oh god, please! Please!”
Nico took me there, sucking my clit hard into his mouth, manipulating it with his tongue, making my pussy spasm in release around his plunging fingers. I cried out, my nails digging into the back of the chair, grinding my hips, shoving my whole pussy against his greedy mouth.
“Oh god!” I cried, shuddering still, sinking to the floor between his knees, now eye-level with his cock. I looked up to see his face glistening with my juices, his cock jutting up like a mast with no sail, waiting to be taken for a ride, and I couldn’t resist. Still dazed from my own orgasm, I took him into my mouth, the head slick with precum.
His hand moved through my hair, guiding me up and down his length, his hips beginning to thrust in rhythm. I made soft, happy noises in my throat, my nipples grazing his jean-clad thighs as I took his cock between my lips again and again, feeling the thick length of him sliding against my tongue. My pussy was still throbbing for him. I couldn’t believe how much he made me want him.
“I want you inside me.” I slapped the head of his cock against my cheek, teasing the tip with my tongue. “Fuck me. Please.”
“Your wish is my command,” he said in English. “Stand up.”
I did, and he stood with me, kissing me deeply, letting me taste my pussy on his tongue. Then he turned me around, pushing me further into the room. I thought he was taking me to the bed, but he walked me past it, toward the windows. They were covered by filmy white curtains, but he opened them, making me gasp and move to cover myself.
“I want the whole world to see you, bella,” he whispered into my ear from behind me, his cock riding between the crack of my ass as he pressed me up against the window. The view of the Grand Canal was beautiful, the sun glinting off the water, a water-taxi passing by as I watched. I was topless, the corset pushing my breasts up against the window sill.
“You’re crazy!” I gasped, but he threw the window open wide, and we both might have fallen out if it weren’t for the railing between us and the wide waterway. I grasped it, crying out as Nico shoved his cock into me from behind, thrusting up hard. His hand grabbed my hips for leverage, fucking me hard and deep and fast.
“Wait!” I cried, but he wouldn’t, and I couldn’t do anything but hang on, my breasts swaying in the cool April breeze, knowing that anyone could see us. “Oh god, no, no…”
“You feel so good,” he moaned, leaning over me, his pelvis molded to my ass, his cock buried to the hilt. “I’m going to come so hard inside of you.”