His: Tony: The Sabatini Family by Fiona Murphy (sneezy the snowman read aloud TXT) 📕

burning as his mouth moves down my throat. His velvet tongue is running over my heated skin. Sharp teeth nip before he sucks deep to soothe; only it doesn’t soothe, it sends me deeper into the fire consuming me. My hands fist into his silky hair, desperate for his mouth on mine again.

His tongue licks over my painfully tight nipple before sucking hard and oh god, oh god I don’t want him to ever stop. He sucks harder and harder then grazes his teeth over me as he lets my nipple fall free. I beg for his mouth again, he gives it to me on my other breast teasing, sucking, driving me out of my mind. Again and again he goes back and forth until I’m in tears from what he’s doing to me.

Even though I’m pleading for him to stop, when he does I gasp from the loss. Hard, rough hands, grab my ass, a cheek in each hand squeezing tight once, twice, then he’s yanking the yoga pants and panties off in one movement. I’m spread wide for him.

Reflexively, I try to close my legs, his shoulders won’t allow it. Thick fingers rub along my weeping slit, up then down. I need him inside me, please, please. At last they slide inside and press deep and I’m crying out with relief even as I’m begging for more. I get it when his tongue flicks over my throbbing clit. Only it’s not nearly enough, too soon his tongue slides inside me licking, thrusting into me. I hear him groan my name and shiver from the vibration it sends through me. Those thick fingers slide deeper into my tight, throbbing channel. At first, they’re gentle, seeking, as his tongue tears my skin from my body.

Gradually, his fingers become rough, demanding, pulling me closer and closer to the edge. Then he twists his wrist and those fingers find that beautiful, amazing spot and rub until I’m seeing stars. So close, I’m so close then everything stops.

I scream in frustration. Tony laughs. He goes up to his knees and pulls off the towel. Gorgeous, beautiful, my mouth waters as I take my time to study him. A wide chest covered in a mat of black hair runs into a lean waist where I swear it’s an eight pack not simply a six pack then down and...holy shit. Then he’s moving again, his mouth comes down on mine. It begins all over again. His mouth on my breasts, teasing, biting sucking, this time he’s rougher, more demanding and I welcome every bit of it. This time I give up to him, not daring to plead for him to stop because I don’t want it to ever stop.

When his mouth travels down my body, I’m already writhing in need. Those fingers have only to pump into me once, twice, and I’m coming hard as I slam into my orgasm. My body hits the water and breaks apart, slipping below the tide.

“Bad girl, you weren’t supposed to come yet.” Tony whispers against the skin of my mons.

Oh god, he makes me pay for it. His tongue is teasing, those fingers, there and then gone. He brings me close to orgasm until it’s just within my reach only for that cruel mouth to move and his fingers to disappear. No please, I beg. I’m coiled tight with need and then I feel it. The thick head of his cock is rubbing against my weeping slit.

Even though my bones feel like liquid, I fight to lift my head to watch. So fucking long and thick. I clench tight inside with fear at the prospect of him inside me. No, Lisa said he knows it will hurt. Lisa said he knows to go slow and make it good...unless you’re the idiot who wanted to kill him. The little voice taunts me.

Up then down he slides just his thick head inside me. It’s cruel teasing, every time he goes up he runs over my swollen clit. Down and oh, not yet. I want to moan. Finally, he slides inside me. At first, I’m so wet and needy I sob with relief as he enters me. Then he attempts to slide into my hot, throbbing tunnel. Oh, ouch he’s so thick, so thick. It’s been too long, my body is fighting him. His thumb slides over my pulsing clit, I open wide for him, taking him deeper without even realizing it. Slow, so slow, inch by thick, silk-over-steel inch pushes inside me. Without any warning at all, my body trembles in a small orgasm.

My eyes fly open in surprise. Tony chuckles as he watches me trembling, impaled on him. It’s not the one I want though, not the one I know he can give me. Opening wider, my legs go higher around his waist and he slips deeper inside me. More, deeper, I want all of him. I need all of him.

“Slow, piccolina, slow.” He moans as I grip him tight from deep inside.

Deeper, yes, so deep he moves until finally, finally we’re skin to hot skin. We both moan at the sensation. Every inch of him is burning into me, branding me as his, belonging only to him. I’m lost in pleasure when Tony moves. At first I resist, not at all happy about the loss of him. Only for him to thrust back in slow and sweet.

Oh yes, please, more. I give up all my will, trusting in Tony. At first, his strokes are small, measured, until they give way to fevered, demanding, pounding that has me sobbing for more. Close, so close, then at last it’s there. I explode into a million shimmering sparks of fire. Hot, wet, oh he’s not wearing a condom as he spills into me. The feel of him coming has me shaking all over again as he stretches my orgasm into his.

His arms wrap around me as he rolls onto his back, keeping me tight to him. Every sense is heightened as