đ Nicole
The groan from him as he took in the sight of my wet panties was enough to make me wetter. The sound was a low, desperate admission of his lost control. I pressed my finger gently through my panties, the heat of the friction a sharp contrast to the cold air, and my body grew hot as I imagined him sliding his hand up my bare legs and into me.
We didn't break eye contact, and though he remained rooted to the spot, every muscle locked in a terrifying battle, his eyes spoke volumes. I wanted to tease him, tell him he definitely enjoyed watching, but I couldn't even form the words. All I could see and feel was the high sexual tension between us. The way my pussy clenched from him just looking at me was agony.
I moved my finger faster, teasing myself, but when I couldn't take the agonizing, drawn-out tension anymore, I slid my panties to the side. I let two fingers settle in between my folds and against my clit, bare. I threw my head back, closing my eyes halfway, my mouth slightly opened as I moaned, rubbing circles on myself.
"Mhm...fuck," I breathed out, still keeping my dizzy eyes locked on his. I noticed how his fists clenched at his sides. I moved my fingers faster, imagining it was his hand, the fantasy so real it made me gasp.
I noticed the tent that had formed in his trousers, and I leaned more against the door, stretching one of my legs to touch it. He didn't move, he was paralyzed by the sight and let my leg make contact with his trousers.
He groaned, a thick, frustrated sound, and squeezed his eyes shut as my leg touched his hardness. It felt so big, so hard, stood to attention. I could feel the raw power of him move. I could even picture the veins in my head. I rubbed my foot slowly against the rigid length, moving my fingers faster, rubbing myself harder. My pussy kept sucking it all in, and I knew I was close.
"Fuck...Leo," I moaned, and that was the breaking point.
He suddenly shattered his restraint. He didn't hesitate; he thrust my leg off him, grabbed me by the waist, and with a grunt of savage need, slammed me onto my bed and got on top of me.
"You stood in front of me," he growled, his voice guttural, low enough to be dangerous. "And you told me you were wet for me."
"You rubbed your feet against my cock, you touched yourself in front of me and almost came, you fucking moaned my name."
I swallowed hard, unable to speak, squeezing my legs shut, my hips already arching against the pressure of his thigh resting between mine.
"You asked for this, Nicole. So screw whoever thinks this isn't right. L'hai chiesto tu." he breathed, dropping my name like a physical promise.
(L'hai chiesto tu: You asked for it.)
One of his knees drove between my legs, kicking them open and pressing his clothed hardness against my clit. Sex was the only thing in my mind.
"No foreplay?" I managed to ask.
"Shut up," he growled, an angry sound in his throat, furious with me for destroying his moment. I instantly kept my mouth shut. I was too needy, too lustful to care about his harsh command.
I tried to move against him, rubbing myself against his trousers, but he groaned again and held me rigid, stopping my movement.
Before I knew it, his palm slid under my T-shirt, grabbing my ass, squeezing and lifting me against him.
"Mhmm," I moaned at the action, holding him tighter and locking my mouth to his. He sighed into my kiss, biting my lower lip in disapproval of my action. He broke the kiss, even as I tried to deepen it, and trailed his mouth down my throat to my chest. I tried to pull off my T-shirt so he could see me bare, but he held me in place, kissing and licking my hard nipples through the damp cotton.
Pleasure shot to my core, and I hummed against his neck. "Leo..."
"Perfetto." He murmured, sucking my nipple harshly. And then without warning, he drove his fingers into me.
(Perfetto: Perfect)
I arched my back and dug my nails into his shoulder. This was different from anything I had ever felt before. It was thick, rough, and demanding.
His thumb pressed against my core, rubbing torturously as two of his fingers curled deep inside me.
"So fucking wet for me." He groaned, sounding breathless. If Leonardo's voice was hot, he was 50 shades hotter while whispering in my ears. "Do you know I got a hard on seeing you in that dress at the church?" He murmured, not giving me a second to process the revelation as he continued fingering me, his movements in and out relentless.
"Leo... mhmm fuck Leo," I moaned into his neck. He sighed, his erection clearly moving against my leg through his pants.
"Do you know I will no longer have self-control around you after this?" He asked, biting down on my neck, biting harder with each moan. He loved the sounds he was forcing out of me as he increased the pace of his fingers. I ground upwards to feel the length of his cock, loving the pressure against me. He pushed his hips down, finding a rhythm that drove the pleasure deeper.
"Una ragazza cosĂŹ brava," he murmured, and just as I thought he was capable of softness, he suddenly switched.
(Una ragazza cosĂŹ brava: Such a good girl)
He increased his pace with agonizing, ruthless pressure. I convulsed. The pleasure was so intense, so immediate, that I could only writhe beneath him. My hips bucked, desperate for more. I felt so close. My moans filled the room, uncaring of the walls.
God, I needed this. I needed him to break the icy control he held over both of us.
"Guardami!"
"Look at me," he commanded again in English, his eyes still burning down into mine. "Tell me you want this."
"Yes," I gasped, the word ripped from my throat. "Leonardo... please..."
He intensified the rubbing, the pressure building, making the blood rush to my head.
"Who else has touched you here?" he asked, his voice suddenly hard, cutting through the haze of pleasure.
I froze.
He stopped. Utterly. The immediate, frantic need for release left me shaking.
"You don't keep me quiet," he whispered, leaning down. "I set the rules, Principessa. How many men have touched you like this?"
"One," I choked out, accepting the leash. "Only one. But not like this, never like thisâ"
"Good," he growled, the single word radiating satisfaction. He kissed my neck, a quick, savage mark. "No one else is allowed to touch you anymore. You're mine now."
He re-introduced the pressure, digging his fingers in and rubbing me harder. I screamed, the sound muffled by my hand, desperate to conceal the volume.
"Say it," he demanded, his eyes dark with predatory focus. "Say you are mine."
I couldn't fight the pleasure. "Ya tvoya, Leonardo. Vsya tvoya."
(Ya tvoya, Leonardo. Vsya tvoya: I'm yours, Leonardo. All yours.)
"Say it in English, Nicole. Say you are mine."
The shame, the surrender, the exquisite, devastating need, it culminated in one desperate word.
"I'm yours," I whispered, the word tasting like defeat and raw lust.
"Brava ragazza," he murmured. He moved again, his thumb rotating in a circle that sent shivers of white-hot pleasure shooting through my body.
(Brava ragazza: Good girl)
"Come on, cum for me."
"Fucking mine."
That was enough to send me over the edge. I screamed his name, in a desperate sound, as the climax slammed into me, shaking my body violently. I gripped his back, shuddering against him, the intensity dissolving all thought.
He remained pinned above me, panting, his forehead resting against mine. We were both slick with sweat.
The lust evaporated, leaving a frightening, cold clarity in its wake. We were on my bed. My sister's fiancé. On the night of their engagement party.
He was still heavy on top of me, his fingers still inside me. His eyes, though still intense, held a shocking flash of regret.
The sound of the door handle turning ripped through the silence.
The door opened, and Sergei walked in.
"Nicole, haveâ"
Leonardo was still on top of me, his fingers still inside me. Sergei stood at the door, frozen, the words dying in his throat.