GIO
A second finger joined the first, and her kisses grew even more urgent, hips moving in harmony with my motions. I withdrew slightly from her eager mouth. “You have no idea how much I love pleasuring you with my fingers. You’re unbelievably hot, tight, and wet.” Another kiss followed. “Do my fingers feel good inside you? Enjoying being fingered like this?” With each thrust, I angled my fingers to reach that special spot.
Millie shuddered, a moan escaping her lips. “Yes,” she gasped, her voice a mixture of need and pleasure as I replicated the movement. The sight of her had me painfully hard, aching with desire. “I want you inside me, Gio.”
My arousal surged, but I restrained myself. “Later,” I managed to say, sitting up to relish the view of my fingers moving in and out between those perfect folds. I was transfixed. My other hand found its way beneath her shirt, locating her erect nipple and teasing it through her lacy bra. Millie’s cry mingled with her arching hips as she responded. She gripped me tightly, but I didn’t relent, continuing to finger her as she trembled and moaned. Strands of her golden hair clung to her flushed face. She was truly a vision, and she was mine. I couldn’t deny the possessiveness coursing through me.
Gradually, I slowed my movements as her breaths steadied. She licked her lips, her vivid blue eyes finding mine. With a smirk, I withdrew my fingers, eliciting a soft moan and a parted-lips look from her. Coated with her essence, I offered my fingers to her mouth, and she eagerly swirled her tongue around them, a challenge in her gaze. It was almost too much to bear; I was on the brink of losing control.
Millie took hold of my wrist, pulling my fingers from her mouth, a coy smile playing on her lips. “Get those pants off,” she instructed.
I chuckled at her authoritative tone, swiftly complying by stepping away from the bed. After unbuckling my belt and freeing myself from my pants and briefs, my aroused state was evident, pre-cum already glistening. She had a power over me like no other. A wicked smile curved her lips as she inched to the edge of the bed. Without delay, I approached until my shins grazed the mattress.
Her fingers enclosed around my erection, and then her lips parted, enveloping the tip with heat. Instinctively, my hand tangled in her long hair as she took more of me into her mouth, her hand working the rest of my length. I moved my hips, craving a quicker pace, but she held the reins, not allowing me to dictate the tempo. Every time I pushed for more, she pulled back, a mischievous glint in her eyes, as if relishing the control she had over me. In her gaze, there was mischief and triumph, and I was entirely ensnared.
“Millie,” I growled, my voice laced with a mixture of warning and desire. My fingers tightened their grip on her delicate neck, a silent attempt to convey urgency. However, my cautionary stance seemed to have little effect on her as she remained undeterred, undulating her body with a mesmerizing grace.
With a tantalizing flick of her tongue, she traced a maddening path around the tip of my throbbing anticipation. My words stumbled to a halt as I struggled to process the sensations coursing through me. Just as confusion mingled with curiosity on my tongue, I ceased speaking altogether.
In an unexpected twist, she shifted her position, presenting herself to me on all fours, an unspoken invitation hanging in the air. A mischievous grin played on her lips, teasing and inviting, as her hips swayed in an intoxicating rhythm. The allure was impossible to resist. My hands found their place on her waist, fingers digging into her skin as I positioned myself at the brink of her warmth.
With a measured deliberation, I breached the boundaries of her intimacy, a gasp escaping me as I was embraced by her heat. The moment hung suspended, my eyes shuttering closed to savor the exquisite pressure that enveloped me. Each heartbeat seemed to stretch into infinity as I reveled in the profound connection we shared.
The retreat was as torturous as the entry, a deliberate retreat that left me hovering on the precipice. Yet, this calculated withdrawal only fueled the ensuing thrust, a forceful collision that drew forth a symphony of moans and sighs. The rhythm built, an unspoken agreement between our bodies, a dance of passion and shared gratification.
Her body contorted, a sinuous movement that brought her form closer to the bed, her surrender evident in every line of her being. This new angle held both challenge and reward, a knowing that I navigated with careful consideration. My thrusts, once unhurried, gathered momentum as she met my fervor with her own. The room echoed with the primal sounds of our shared pleasure, each gasp and whimper a testament to the depths of our connection.
As the tempest of climax brewed within me, a primal need surged to the surface. “Touch yourself,” I commanded, the words raw with desire. Millie complied, her arm disappearing beneath her, a delicate touch igniting a cascade of reactions. Her fingers brushed my sensitized skin, igniting fireworks in their wake. The symphony of our shared desire reached a crescendo, her cries merging with my own as ecstasy painted the air in vivid hues.
Release crashed over me like a tidal wave, my control shattered as I continued to move within her, riding out the aftershocks of pleasure. Gradually, the storm subsided, leaving me spent yet content. My touch traced the contours of her back, a soothing gesture that elicited a soft sigh from her. Leaning down, my lips found her cheek, a tender kiss that spoke of connection beyond the physical.
With a reluctant retreat, I withdrew from her, a soft moan accompanying the separation. Millie’s responsiveness never failed to amaze me, a testament to the journey we had undertaken. Initially marred by shyness and trepidation, our early encounters had been marked by discomfort. Yet, the metamorphosis was undeniable. Millie had discovered her desires, just as I had learned the intricacies of her pleasure.
Chuckling softly, I reveled in the delicate nature of our bond. What had once been uncertain ground had transformed into a landscape of perfect synchrony. In our shared intimacy, inhibitions had melted away, replaced by an innate understanding of each other’s cravings and needs.