Chapter 109
Lucky
The moment he walks through the door my heart begins to pick up pace in my chest. The sight of his broad shoulders, the ink on his arms that I have etched in my memory makes me salivate with lust. The pit in my stomach is heating up like molten lava ready to explode under his touch.
His brooding eyes are taking me in as I lay on the plumped-up pillows, my legs crossed at the ankles, wearing nothing but a red, lace thong from Victoria’s secrets that I found in one of the many drawers, and some high red shoes.
The man certainly has not skimped on having the dressing room for me filled with plenty of designer clothes. Ball gowns of all colors, some full skirted, others tight fitting. Racks upon racks of pants, blouses, shirts, skirts and a separate wall entirely for shoes on racks, with back lighting that changes color. Sumptuous enough to want to spend all day in just the dressing room, that is bigger than most people’s apartments in New York City.
“I see you are waiting for me, Princess,” he says hoarsely. I can see the bulge already evident in his tight pants.
“You took your time, Mr. Santangelo.”
“Did you start without me?”
I chuckle since the thought had crossed my mind. However, there is nothing like the real thing. To feel Nico’s fingers plunging into my hole and my pussy walls tightening around them is by far more pleasurable than doing it myself.
“Sorry I was so long,” he says as he closes the door behind him and leans against the frame, one arm extended. I have left the lights on albeit dimmed. This way it is romantic and alluring yet enables me to see the fine body and stature of the man that owns my heart, soul and mind.
The wetness is already between my legs; my clit is aching for his touch. “Why don’t you come over here and touch me?” I say breathing harder now. My mouth is dry just looking at the God like man in front of me.
“I like what I can see from here, Princess. You look good in red and on my bed. It suits you. Now be a good girl for Nico and spread those legs and plant your feet on the bed so I can take a look.” Damn, I love it when he gets dirty on me. The man is the King of filthy talk and sexy, hot burning looks that melt a woman in seconds.
“I thought you would prefer a naughty girl, Nico. One you can put over your knee and spank her ass,” my voice is husky with desire, longing and need. How I need him. It makes me feel like I am insatiable.
He chuckles, deep and throaty making my nipples harden into pebbles, they ache to be sucked on and teased.
“It is true, I do like a naughty girl. Open those legs, Princess.”
He folds his arms in front of his chest, showcasing those biceps of his. The man could easily grace a GQ center spread.
Obligingly, I bring my feet up and plant them hip distance apart, my knees pointing upward and slowly glide my hands up and down my thighs, feeling the soft as silk of my skin. Years of exfoliating, years of Pilates, hot yoga and running ensure they are slender and toned. He licks his lips; I want to be his lips.
“Are you teasing me, Princess?” he quirks and eyebrow and smiles, it lights up his face and softens his brooding look. Desire floods his electric blue eyes, now mostly dark from the dilation of his irises.
“Maybe, do you like it?”
I spread my legs a little for him to see between them, and trail a finger up and down the seam of the barely-there scrap of fabric that probably cost more than a meal at The Ritz.
“Move your panties to the side and show me how you like to finger fuck yourself.” I let out a groan. Has it been known for women to orgasm from words alone? Only, I think easily I could from the sound of his voice and the words that he says.
My heart is hammering in my chest as if it will explode and form a life of its own outside of my body. My cheeks are burning up; my whole body is alight like the burning eruption of a volcano.
I slide my fabric to the side holding it with my left hand as I take two fingers from my right hand and begin to slide them in and out of my wetness.
“You are glistening already, baby. So wet, I bet you taste good tonight like all the honey and amber nectar.”
Moaning, I drive my fingers in and out of my aching, wet pussy and wish it were his thick, long fingers driving inside of me. My walls clench around me fingers, I am so close to orgasm but I want to hold off for him to be inside me rocking his hips and slapping them against mine as we lose control in wild abandonment.
“Sexy, so fucking sexy, Princess. Now suck on them like you would my throbbing cock stuffed in your pretty, little mouth.” I let out a whimper, his words bringing me closer and closer to spilling over the edge.
My juices taste sweet and musky as I inhale whilst sucking enjoying how I taste from pleasuring myself. He slowly begins to take off his top exposing raw, hard abs that have abs. The man is toned and defined. I’ve licked every contour of his body and want him now more than ever.
He drops his T-shirt to the floor before bending down to untie the laces of his Berluti shoes. Then he slips them off, leans against the frame with one hand to remove his socks.
“Are you the one teasing me now, Nico? Come on undress faster, I need to feel you inside my pussy.”
He chuckles sending shivers through my body, my pussy clenches. One touch from my fingers will cause me to unravel.
“You have a needy, little cunt, Princess,” he says as he unzips his fly allowing his pants to fall to his feet, then steps out of them. Standing there naked reminds me exactly how beautiful a man he is. Wide shoulders, tapered waist, narrow hips and solid thighs from all his working out and running.
“You are commando,” I say. It’s a huge turn on to know that the great Nico Santangelo goes naked under his clothes.
He strides towards the bed and places a knee between my legs. His knuckles run along my seam before he dips a finger inside me.
“Your cunt is tight, Princess and soaking wet. I’m going to eat out your cunt and make you scream my name.”