Chapter 134: Tongue, Sir
Chapter 134: Tongue, Sir
Camila
"Present."
That word alone had my skin heating and excitement coursing through my body as Domenico's gaze remained on me. Twisting my arm and pulled on the zipper of my dress, all it took was gravity and a little bit of encouragement as the straps slipped down my arms.
For a moment, just the smallest moment, hesitation had me throw the fabric flush to my chest, my eyes daring to flick to the window. I trusted that no one could see us right now, but visually, I was given the illusion that it was just normal glass between the two sections. That hesitation wasn't given the opportunity to spread though when a small sound of warning came from the man beside me.
Instead of risking Domenico viewing it as disobedience, I took a deep breath and allowed the dress to slip over my curves until it was nothing more than a puddle at my feet. That simple action was all it took to leave me completely bare, goosebumps of both excitement and fear peppering my skin under the purple lights of the room.
Bending at the waist and reaching for the clothing, I faintly smirked at the sound of a pleased groan coming from his lips. To get him back for all of his teasing earlier, I subtly arched my back just a little more, making a show of rising slowly before taking my time to fold the dress.
I knew he wouldn't touch me until I was on my knees in front of him so I decided to take advantage of that. Everything felt so slow and powerful as I placed both my clothes and handbag down on the counter, looking around for a hair band and finding nothing.
"Don't worry about it for now," he said, his voice rough and eyes taking in every bare inch of my skin.
I was almost thankful that I didn't have to braid my hair back for today as I slipped off my painful heels, nudging them with my foot until they were completely off to the side. All that way left now was dropping to my knees in submission and while I planned on doing just that, I moved to stand right in front of him, holding his eyes as I ever so slowly kneeled down.
I made sure to look at him the whole time as I sunk to the floor, sitting back on my heels and spreading my legs wide open. I loved the dark lust that pooled in his heated gaze, his eye contact only breaking off on my account when I tipped my head down and felt my muscles loosen into this vulnerable position.
With my hands resting palm up on my thighs, I can't help but think about how now fond I have grown of the few moments I get to be in this state. My body relaxing and mind dropping into the warm mindset it always brings.
For a long time, I simply stayed just like that. My eyes fluttered closed as his one hand came down to stroke my hair almost tenderly. It was amazing the effect this position had on me but I found myself completely unworried about the thought of doing a scene with an audience in these few moments.
My answer wasn't a solid yes yet but nothing really mattered right now except for Domenico's soothing touches and the erotic thrum of distant music.
"You may rise now." His deep voice commanded and my body reacted instantly as though I was a puppet on strings.
The first thing I noticed wasn't his eyes but rather the black material from earlier now in his hands. Silently holding my attention, I watched as he crouched all the way down before unfolding what I now recognize to be intricate patterns of sheer and lace.
Tapping my ankle with his one hand, I took that as my indication to step into a hole in the material and do the same with my other foot. I leaned into his touch as he planted a single kiss right above my knee, pulling the piece of clothing all the way onto me. My lips parted in surprise at the mostly see through shorts that were now wrapping sungly to my hips, ass and down to about a third of my thighs.
The black lace wove in a simplistic floral pattern but what I very quickly realized was the fact that the shorts were crotchless, leaving the majority of me bare. My breath hitched as he slowly stood up and it was only then did I realize that this wasn't for decoration but instead my comfort entirely.
Although there was still fairly every single part of me exposed, the intricate fabric helped to cover two of my biggest insecurities. Things that I don't think I could ever be comfortable showing an entire group of people to.
"Your scars are never something you should be ashamed of or feel the need to cover up but I just wanted to give you this option. I know you are interested in exhibitionism but understandably nervous as well. I promise no one would ever judge you here but I want you to feel as comfortable as possi…."
I didn't let him finish his sentence before I was moving forward, wrapping my arms around his back and hugging him with everything I had to give. I refused to cry even as I was tempted to. I will forever appreciate this moment and how repeatedly, Domenico as well as the two other men in my life do everything they can to make sure I feel good. All I do right now, I feel really good.
"It is perfect." I said against his chest, letting out an extremely heavy breath at the feeling of his hands holding me just as tight as I was holding him.
"I am glad, darling." He mumbled back, lifting my head with a finger to look at me, only to plant a soft kiss on my forehead.
That alone has my heart swelling, a huge weight being lifted off my chest.
"I want to do this," I said, referring to whatever ideas he had planned for this room as I took a second glance around curiously.
But I am nervous, that feeling doesn't change my answer, though it doesn't help my mind either. Domenico seemed to recognize this as he pulled away, walking to my back before pulling my hips flush against him.
"You are too tense." He quietly whispered into my ear, nipping the sensitive skin right below it before deliciously soothing away the pain with his tongue.
"What did you need to fix that, huh?"
I shivered as his fingers stroked against my stomach, his mouth moving down the nape of my neck in a way that ignited a flame deep within me.
"My tongue perhaps?" He kissed my shoulder.
"My fingers?" A teasing brush against my breast.
"Or maybe it is my díck that has your body growing so needy already?" My breath hitched at his words.
"You are always so responsive, so sensitive."
As if to prove his point, my body arched into his touch from a mere stroke of his thumb across my nipple.
"Tongue," I whimpered as he suddenly pulled away, walking us over to the back of the small couch by the window.
I didn't even get the chance to even blink before he pinned me down over the couch, my hips angling upwards from the folded position. I couldn't help but squirm as his hand came down on my ass a second before I heard him drop to his knees, his fingers wrapping around my thighs and spreading me to his liking.
Only a breath later, I felt his mouth descend on me, his tongue driving right for my clit as he swirled and sucked over to the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Fuck!" I swore as I tried to jolt forward but his strong hands kept me in place, stroking my thighs in the process.
I felt him hummed against me, only to push himself farther, not even needing his fingers to make me feel on the edge in a matter of minutes. It was dizzying how intense everything suddenly became but I relaxed into it as my head fell forward and my hands reached back.
Fisting his curls between my fingers, I whimpered as his tongue took that as his cue to slip through my folds, pushing deep inside me. I couldn't stop myself from rocking backwards, my hips moving at their own accord against his face in something that could only be described as pure need.
That action drew a low sound from him, his moan vibrating in his throat and sending shocks straight through my panting body.
"Sir," I gasped as he made good on his promise of giving me what I needed, keeping me spread while my legs trembled beneath his sinful fingertips.
My breath grew labored as his attention drew upwards once again, his tongue darting out before sucking diligently on my clit. I felt his grip tighten around my thighs as a small shake began to take over, every moment of his sending me falling deeper and deeper into a pit of absolute pleasure.
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