around, and I’m sure you could maybe squeeze a child on it, but that’s it.
And while the first few seconds as we get on, the cage door closing, are slow, now that we’re away from the vestibule, we’re moving faster, the wind in our hair.
“Ahhhh,” I cry out, watching the ground drop away, my grip tight around the bar that rings the cage. I can feel my pulse starting to skyrocket, and I’m getting that pins and needles feeling in my veins, a sign of oncoming vertigo.
“Perhaps it’s best if you look up,” he says. “Don’t look down.”
“You said it doesn’t go that high!”
He shrugs. “Maybe, I don’t know.”
“You jerk!” I say, swatting at him.
He lets me hit him, then grabs my wrists, pinning me in place. “No fighting on the gondola,” he says with a smirk. “It’s dangerous. Against the rules.”
“Fuck the rules.”
A flash of heat comes over his eyes, and he pulls me right up against his chest, kissing me. All it takes is the swift press of his lips against mine to unlock the hunger inside, the fact that we’ve only been able to sneak sweet little kisses here and there.
Now, all thoughts of where we are, hanging thirty feet in the air, don’t seem to matter as much as the feel of him against me.
The kiss is both soft and hard, our lips lost to each other, sinking into the moment, this chance to let loose, to truly be alone. Claudio groans a little when I open my mouth to let him inside, and the sound goes straight to my bones.
I’ve missed this.
He lets go of my wrists, his hands going around to grab hold of my arse, pulling me up against him, his erection stiff against me, while I reach up and weave my fingers through his soft dark hair, holding on tight.
I want to fuck him right now, feel every inch of him inside, devour him until I have nothing left to give.
But this damn cage is too small for it to be comfortable, and the idea of rocking it back and forth makes that vertigo and panic come back.
No worries, though.
I pull away slightly, giving him a wicked smile, and then I drop to my knees.
“Grace,” he murmurs, desire caught in his throat, making him hoarse.
I say nothing. I barely fit, but luckily my legs are short. The metal bottom of the cage digs into my knees, and the soles of my shoes are jammed flush against the sides. But I have room to do what I need to do.
I reach up and start to unzip his fly, until I see his black briefs.
He helps by reaching inside them and pulling out his cock.
God, it looks formidable in this light, especially after not seeing it for days.
I take hold of it, feeling it’s weight, his skin feeling like hot velvet. In all my life I never knew I could appreciate a dick like I do his.
I wet my lips and stare up at him with big innocent eyes, and slowly push his tip through my mouth, the salt of his precum sliding over my tongue.
“Fuck,” Claudio growls, his expression turning primal.
A thrill goes through me, that he loves that I’m doing this, that I have this power over him.
Still, this is the first time I’m giving him a blow job. I’m not quite sure what he likes.
I push his cock in and then slowly take it out, my teeth grazing his shaft a little. He plops out of my mouth with a lewd wet noise and I lick my lips as I stare at him.
“How do you like it?” I ask. “Tell me what you want.”
He makes a fist at the base of his cock, eyes boring into mine, and says, “Suck.” He bites his lip in anticipation. “Just suck.”
Okay then. I have to appreciate how direct he is.
I put him back into my mouth, sucking at him, making my lips and fist a solid ring, and he starts pumping his hips into my face, harder and harder.
Things get messy pretty fast. It’s very wet and slippery, his cock almost bobbing out of my mouth a few times, and sometimes my teeth get in the way. But all the while Claudio is watching me, hissing Italian expletives under his breath and groaning out my name. This is by far one of the sexiest and strangest things I’ve ever done. Thank god there is no one in the baskets ahead of us or behind