Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Never taking his eyes from mine, he stands before me and removes his clothing, almost as slowly as he did mine, or at least it seems that way as every cell in my body cries out for him.
Somehow I manage to be still as he unbuttons his shirt, first the cuffs, and then each button from the neck downward, revealing a thin white undershirt, which he removes in turn, exposing thick, flared muscles at the sides of his chest and tight, pebbled abs marked with a trail of dark hair, leading from his navel straight down into his jeans.
Multiple tattoos compete for my attention: a beautifully detailed tiger on his right side just above his belt, an ornate pattern on his opposite shoulder, and writing below that, which I look forward to reading very soon.
I had glimpses of these tattoos the day I met him at his studio, but I was so dazzled by my overall impression of him that I could barely take in the details.
“Daniela, I’ve wanted you since the day we met.” His voice is thick as he unbuckles his belt and slides it from its loops, tossing it toward a chair across the room. “I wanted to take things slow with you, but do you know how much torture it has been?”
I swallow a lump in my throat, which is suddenly very dry as he unzips his fly and pushes his jeans off of his narrow hips. His black cotton briefs are stretched thin over the massive erection they’re straining to contain.
His pants follow the path of his belt over to the distant chair (thank god he’s not taking the time to fold his clothes) and he slips off his socks before cupping and repositioning the bulge in his underwear, which looks very uncomfortably constricted.
“Daniela, mia bella–” He waits for me to meet his eyes, his gorgeous, brown, dark-lashed eyes. “Let me make love to you.”
A Thing Of Wonder
My breath catches before I manage a single word. “Please.”
Fiero’s thumb hooks into the band of his briefs and then they’re off, revealing both the rest of the tiger tattoo, and the other massive beast they concealed.
I’d be concerned about being able to handle his size if I hadn’t already had his brother inside me this morning. Positioned as we were, and with our limited time, I didn’t get a good look at Matteo’s cock, but everything I’ve experienced tells me they’re built to the same proportions.
But I’ll be fine.
So much more than fine.
He kneels at my side, kissing me with such tenderness and passion that my insides dissolve into molten goo. He parts my knees and moves between them, stroking my wet pussy first with his fingers and then tasting me with his tongue.
I’m absolutely liquified as he licks my swollen clit in a steady but unhurried pace, setting me on fire with each pass of his tongue. His hands stroke my inner thighs with a light, teasing touch, but as I start to come apart, he grips me tightly, providing an anchor so I can let go.
Soon I’m digging my fingers into his hair, grasping at whatever I can, my hips bucking on the bed as I lose control. Fiero slows his pace after I reach my peak, spreads my legs wider, and buries his tongue in my throbbing pussy, giving me a preview of what’s to come.
My hands grasp at his shoulders, attempting to pull him to me. “I need you inside me. Now.”
Fiero’s gentle, unhurried pace is wonderful, and a surprising contrast to my earlier frenzied encounter with Matteo, but I’m more than ready for him to get a little wild.
He instantly obliges, the corner of his mouth curled in a grin as he slides me toward the center of the bed and crawls atop me. “I’ll always give you whatever you want, Daniela.”
I can barely breathe as he lines himself up between my legs. Gripping his cock, he guides the head through my wet folds, and I quiver as he rubs it over my swollen clit.
He covers my body with the length of his, and as he lets some of his weight press into me, I sigh with pleasure. Supporting himself with one forearm on the bed, his free hand brushes through my hair as he dips down for a quick kiss.
Then he starts to push inside me. Emotions shift in his eyes, from care to focus to bliss. “You feel even better than I imagined,” he murmurs as he slides slowly inward.
I give a nod of agreement. “So do you. So good.”
He feathers my cheek with small kisses. “Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop.”
“Please don’t stop.”
He continues to push inside me until his hips press against mine and our bodies are perfectly notched together. Fiero lets out a deep breath. “This was worth the wait.”