Translation of Love - By Alice Montalvo-Tribue Page 0,35
that separates him from my breasts. Bringing his lips down to my neck, he kisses it then slowly licks the same spot. He kisses the space just between my breasts and again replaces his lips with his tongue, taking his time licking. He lifts the hem of my cami so that it’s lying just underneath my breasts, exposing my stomach. Again he begins his delicious pattern of kissing then licking me, this time over every inch of my stomach. I tangle my hands in his hair and arch my back, letting out a moan of pleasure.
Victor lifts his head till our eyes are locked, he gives his head a shake and removes my hands from his hair placing them to my sides on the bed. “No touching,” he says, giving me a devilish grin. “You hold onto the sheets and don’t let go.”
“What?” My pulse quickens.
“Don’t get scared, just hold onto the sheets. This is gonna be good, Baby.” I lick my lips and close my eyes as his thumbs hook onto the waist of my boy shorts and pulls them off in one fluid motion. I’m totally bare to him now from just below my breasts down to my toes. The sensation of Victor’s tongue dipping into my belly button causes my eyes to flutter open and sends a shudder coursing through me. A trail of kisses and licks leave me writhing under him in a state of near delirium.
No one has ever made me feel like this, not ever. I had no idea that anything could feel this exquisite. The fear evaporates and I know that I’ll submit to whatever it is that Victor wants to do to me. Let him rip my heart out if he wants. This one moment in time will be worth the pain. Strong hands spread my legs open, I grab onto the sheets, holding on so tightly that my knuckles start to turn white. “Baby,” Victor calls me, his voice relaxing me instantly. “Close your eyes and just let yourself experience this. I’m gonna make you feel good, I promise.”
I’m under his spell. I’ll do anything he asks of me right now, willingly. I lay my head back against the pillow and close my eyes, letting myself relax even further. He kisses my belly just above my sensitive mound. I feel his hands go under me, grabbing onto my ass and lifting me to give him better access. He kisses me there, and suddenly I’m on fire. Electric sparks burn through me, until his tongue lashes out and licks my labia from the bottom up, relieving some of the building heat. Slowly, he begins a circular pattern on my clit, leaving me breathless. My hips start to move to meet the rhythm of his tongue. I feel like I’m coming apart underneath him. His hands are the only thing keeping me together.
Victor senses my body accepting the delicious torture he’s inflicting upon me. He moves his left hand from underneath me and splays it across my stomach, holding me down. With his right hand, he opens up my sensitive folds and runs his fingers through my wetness, eliciting a moan from my lips. He thrusts a finger deep inside of me, just as I catch my breath.
“Baby,” I moan, and I can hear him growl in response. He quickens the speed of the delicious assault on my clit and inserts a second finger inside of me, moving them in a come hither motion. I tighten my hold on the sheets and try to buck my hips up off of the bed but the hand on my stomach holds me down. Tiny shockwaves start to grow in my belly and I want to move. I need to move but the weight of his hand keeps me prisoner. The feeling starts to build quickly, my legs tightening, my cries becoming more and more frequent and furious. One final thrust of his fingers sends me over the edge, an explosion taking over me. I gasp for air and call his name as the world spins out of control around me.
Slowly I come back down from my high to the feeling of a gentle trail of kisses coming up my body until I feel his lips on mine. Victor lifts his head up. “Look at me, Love,” he whispers. My eyes fluttering open at his command, taking him in when they do. My heart expands in my chest, as my breathing starts to regulate. I can’t