Page 44 of Vow of Desire

“Tell me how much you like this,” he demands before flicking me with his tongue. My hips buck into his face but he holds me down. I’m not going anywhere… though I’m not sure I want to be anywhere else.

“Matteo,” I whisper.

“Tell me.” His tongue shows me no mercy. It’s like he’s tasting every part of me. Never have I been on this much of a display before.

“I like it,” I admit.

“How much?” He grips my thighs tighter, signaling to me that I am his. He gently laps at my clit, taking his time. This is a long term marathon for him; not a sprint.

“I like it a lot.”

“Describe it to me.”

How does he expect me to talk while he does this to my body?

I force the words out of my throat. “It’s indescribable. It’s pleasure. It’s like… being born again.”

The low growl that leaves his mouth makes another gush of arousal leave me. He licks me harder and harder. I never knew the tongue had so much power to it.

“Then come for me, Luciana. Find your release. Don’t be afraid.” He licks my clit again and again and again.

A moan escapes me. My hips buck into his face. My cheeks are flushed. My mind is going wild.

And right when my orgasm hits me, Matteo brings his tongue to my entrance and slips it inside. I shudder and shake as his tongue moves further into me, reaching parts of me I never knew existed.

“Oh,” I sigh, trying to catch my breath. My legs feel shaky even though I’ve been lying down for the entire night. Matteo sits up, wiping my wetness from his chin. “Sorry.”

He frowns. “Why are you apologizing?”

“My.. arousal. It was on your face.”

His low chuckle makes my stomach tingle. “Trust me, Luciana. You don’t have to apologize for that. I love how wet you are.” He swipes his finger along my slit. “You’re still wet for me.”

“Is that normal?”

“It’s perfectly normal. You did nothing wrong. You were perfect.” He brings his finger to my entrance. “I want to get your body ready for me.”

“For us to do our duty someday.”

He smirks. “Yes. For us to do our duty. And more.”

In one fast motion, he slides his finger into me. My inner walls clamp down on instinct. It both hurts and feels amazing.

I flinch.

“It’s ok,” he murmurs, pressing his finger deeper. “Feel this. All of it. My finger going deep into you. You need to be ready formy cock one day.” He slides his finger until it’s almost out of me before pushing it back in.

A soft sigh leaves me as my body responds to his touch. The more he keeps moving his finger in and out of me, the more it feels good. Less scary.

“What are you doing to me?” I whisper.

“I’m making you feel good. Does this feel good?” He never looks away from my eyes as he pushes his finger in deeper.

My legs part wider of their own accord. I need more. More friction. More pain. More pleasure. None of it makes any sense.

“It feels…”

“Yes? Tell me, Luciana. Tell me what you’re thinking as my finger dives into your pussy.”