he went to sleep. He did everything he could to make certain she was happy and healthy. Once she knew his preferences in the home, he had turned the running of it over to her.
Each morning he’d woken with her mouth on him. The thing that thrilled him the most was that she woke him before his alarm could go off to tell him it was time for his meditations. They showered together and then knelt in his meditation room together. She was getting very good at breathing and following the mandates of his practice.
Ever since their discussion on what his preferences were on her blowing him, she’d insisted on practicing each day. She wasn’t shy about it, either. The lessons on swallowing him down scared her, but she wanted them, and he always obliged. He would have stopped if he’d been the only one getting pleasure out of them, but her body was always slick with need after one of their more erotic endeavors.
The jewelry slithered over her skin and hung down on the side, pulling at her nipples, sending little streaks of fire racing to her clit. He knew because he could see her body jerk with every movement. He’d done that deliberately to distract her just enough to ease his way deeper into her mouth. Her lips stretched around him, sexy as hell, and he thrust gently with his hips. There was no way for her to breathe, although she tried to draw air through her nose for him. He held her there and when she looked as if she might start to fight, he reached down and tugged at the chain between her breasts.
Another jolt went through her body. She gasped. He slid deeper and held for another couple of heartbeats before pulling back to give her a breath. “That’s my girl. You’re almost there,” he praised her. That was another thing he found she liked. She wanted him to talk to her. Dirty sometimes, and he never minded obliging. Gently other times, and he found so many things he could tell her because he meant every word he said to her. Mostly, when she was trying newer things, she liked the compelling note in his voice when he provided instructions or encouragement and he gave her that as well.
He pushed deep again. “Swallow me down, gattina.” He bent over her, pushing deeper and this time, he let go to push her thighs farther apart. He licked at the slick heat on her inner thighs and then circled and flicked her clit with his tongue. By bending over her, his cock pushed deeper into her mouth, her throat constricting him until he thought his head might explode from sheer pleasure. At the same time, he used his mouth, teeth and tongue to devour her, eating her like the dessert he always called her.
She squirmed under him, her hands suddenly coming to his chest, reminding him she couldn’t breathe. He knew better. He knew exactly how long she could take him before she had to come up for air, so he took his time straightening, before slowly pulling out of her mouth.
His arm was a bar behind her back, lifting her into a sitting position. “On all fours, Grace.” There was nothing sexier than his woman crawling onto the bed on her hands and knees, presenting her beautiful and very sensual bottom to him. Her breasts fell toward the mattress and the weight of the chains and diamonds had her breath hissing out in a rush.
“Feel good, gattina?” He rubbed her bottom, his fingers kneading. “Tell me what it feels like.”
“On fire. Streaks go straight from my nipples to my clit.” She arched her back and wiggled her hips at him to entice him.
With one hand he caressed her clit, his fingers finding her slick entrance. With the other hand he smacked her bottom and then watched the red print come up on her fair skin. She jolted forward, and her breasts swayed, the heavy diamonds along with the triple chain swinging. She cried out and a fresh flood of liquid heat coated his fingers.
“You like that.” He made it a statement. Before she could answer, he put his mouth where his fingers had been.
Grace moaned and pushed back, asking for more. He took his mouth away and, kneeling up, pressed his cock home. He took his time, going slow, letting the fire consume both of them. She was so tight, her scorching hot sheath gripping him