God!
I love Eduardo‘s facial expressions and the traffic of feelings from his thoughts.
It is purely amusing to see him thinking between what he wants and what is right.
I could tell what he was thinking just watching him frowning, clenching his jaw, moving his eyes as he calculated the results of his actions and his heartbeat despite all the things…
His lust was like walking around in the room like a third person that Eduardo tried to control, yet he didn’t want to.
I could tell he was reminding himself that we were at my parents‘ mansion; he didn’t want to get caught.
That was too risky for an affair…
“Eduardo?” I said.
“Do you want it, or no?”
“You know the answer,” he said with a sigh.
“But…”
“Na, ah ah! No but!”
I saw his eyes wandering around the room; he was trying to convince himself that he was doing the right thing with an inner talk.
I could tell that easily.
I felt my knees getting sore against the harsh fabric of the carpet, so I sat next to him, on the edge of his bed.
Eduardo got me lying on his lap, my face down, right after that, and I couldn‘t help a tiny scream.
He covered my mouth with his right hand and used his left hand to pull the skirt of my nightgown up that already was revealing my thighs.
“Wow!” he said.
“I was going to punish you for being a bad girl, Emily. You multiplied your punishment just for not wearing a panty!”
I giggled.
“Don’t you giggle, you little brat. I wanted to play with your wet panties…” he said with a cheeky voice.
I turned my head to look at him.
“This is what we have on the menu tonight,” I said.
“Then you get ready for the feast!” he said as he slapped my butt cheeks.
I bit his thigh as I didn‘t want to wake my parents up.
He put his thumb in my mouth and slapped me again.
“You are a bad, bad girl, Emily…”
His thumb pressed deeper into my mouth, tasting of salt and the faint metallic tang of his skin from clenching his fists earlier.
I sucked on it greedily, my tongue swirling around the pad, muffling my moans as his other hand came down hard on my bare ass again with another smack.
The sting blooming like fire across my skin.
The carpet’s rough weave had already left red imprint.
On my knees; now my cheeks burned in symmetry, hot and throbbing under his palm.
“Count them, Emily,” he growled.
His fingers traced the welt he‘d just made, dipping lower, teasing the slick heat between my thighs without quite touching where I ached most.
I could feel his cock pressing against my chest.
“One,” I whimpered around his thumb.
He caressed after that smack to calm the sting down.
“Two,” I gasped, biting down lightly on his thumb to tease him back.
My body arched involuntarily, pushing my ass higher, begging for more…
This made him chuckle as he moved his left hand sliding between my legs.
His fingers parted my folds before gliding through my wetness.
“Look at you, soaked already,” he murmured.
I was feeling his breath hot against my ear as he leaned down, then his tongue gently touching my ear.
“Tell me who is the boos here, now?’‘ he said as he was twisting his fingers around my clit and lips down there.
’‘You show me, who is the boss!’‘ I challenged him.
Two fingers of plunged inside me immediately with no warning.
I bit my lower lip before I started moving hips two feel his fingers to the fullest.
His fingers were curling deeper and stroking that spot that made my vision blur as I moved hips with an increasing desire.
My hips were grinding again and again shamelessly.
It was like they ere catching the rhythm of the wet sound of Eduardo’s movement.
In one fluid motion, he lifted me from his lap and turned me onto the bed, laying me on my back.
The cool sheets kissed my fevered skin as he was laying over me with his dark and hungry eyes.
His hands found the hem of my nightgown, the delicate silk already twisted from our earlier play.
The silky fabric crumbled in his hands as the sound of ripping silk sharp filled in the quiet room.
Eduardo’s hands covered the nightgown‘s position to cover my breasts but unlike the silky fabric he was rough.
His lips begun brushing my neck with wet kisses to open a path of fire across my collarbone.
When his mouth closed over one nipple my fingers were already threading into his hair.
He sucked gently at first but his tongue gone harder that was like a call to his teeth grazing just enough to make me whimper.
His hand cupped my other breast and played with my nipple under his thumb.
Every movement of his tongue, his lips and his hands giving the intention of him memorizing the taste of my skin.
“Eduardo…” I whispered passionately.
He didn’t answer with words.
Instead, he kissed his way down my stomach as his hands were sliding under my thighs to spread me open.
His mouth found me, warm and wet, and I nearly came undone right then.
I bit my lip to keep from screaming.
The movement of his tongue over my clit made me bucking my hips against his face.
He pinned my thighs down, holding me still as he devoured me, licking and sucking until I was a mess of moans and trembling limbs.
I was nothing but a prey of that wild predator.
I swear his eyes turned from hazel to red for a second.
When he slid two fingers back inside me, curling them in time with his tongue, I shattered again, harder this time, my back bowing off the bed.
He didn’t stop until I was gasping, oversensitive and boneless.
Only then did he pull back.
His shiny lips and blazing eyes was looking like a starry view on the dark sky.
He stood just long enough to shove his boxers down.
There it was, the one and only thing that I had been craving for.
Big, thick with visible wains; I was hungry for it.
I reached for him, but he caught my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand.
“Look at me,” he said, as it was an order.
I did.
Our eyes locked as he settled between my thighs, the head of his cock nudging my entrance.
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, letting me feel every bit of him.
My walls fluttered around him, as we both groaned.
“Fuck, Emily,” he hissed as he pressed his forehead to mine.
“You feel like heaven.”
He started to move, slow and deep, each thrust of his moves rolled in the deeper.
I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer and deeper.
Our bodies found an urgent yet tender rhythm.
Eduardo had a different style; besides his lustful and kinky personality, he was acting like every touch of him was an oath through my skin from his soul.
His lips found mine, kissing me through every thrust as he swallowed my moans.
When he angled his hips just right, hitting that spot inside me, I clawed at his back and my marks would be the monument of the night.
“Come with me,” he whispered against my mouth.
He didn’t even have to say that, he knew how to make her woman cum at the same time with himself.
He buried his face in my neck while he was breathing my name like a prayer.
We laid next to each other for a moment to ease our heartbeats.
I felt his soft kiss against my forehead like a closure of our night.
I pushed my forehead against his chest, to enjoy his embrace for little longer as he was holding me gently as the night was covering our little secret.