Pleasured

Talia’s POV

“What do you think you are doing?” The voice in my head asked, as I fluttered my eyes shut, my hands hooking around Niccolo's neck.

I couldn't believe this was really happening.

That I was really kissing Niccolo like I had dreamed of for the past three years.

However, Niccolo chose that moment to withdraw from the kiss, deciding to gaze into my eyes instead.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Talia?” He asked, and I nodded eagerly without an iota of shame.

My pussy was already vibrating with the intense hunger to be filled and sated with his cock.

Speaking of his cock, I could imagine it was just as perfect as the rest of him was.

The thought of it made my panties moisten with desire and intense arousal, and I nearly begged him to fuck me right there and then.

“Okay,” Niccolo finally replied before cupping my face and capturing my lips with his.

The world around us became nonexistent the moment he slotted his tongue into the wet warmth of my lips, causing ripulets of sensual hunger to cascade me as I kissed him back.

Niccolo led the kiss and I knew we couldn't even have our tongues battle for dominance, because he would easily win.

I was beyond horny and just wanted to have him inside me already.

Niccolo tasted like the wine we had just drunk. For some lustful reasons, tasting the wine on his tongue was even better than drinking it.

Sure, I had fooled around with guys and had kissed more than a few times but I had never had something so raw and animalistic like this.

A kiss that made me yearn for more for the rest of my days.

I never knew being kissed by the right person could tear an orgasm out of a person until that night.

Withdrawing his mouth from mine, Niccolo looked into my eyes and pressed a kiss on my nose before kissing me from my clavicle to my throat down to my chest.

Squeezing my boobs, he growled against my throat, further sparking an erotic current within me.

Lustful famish swept through me as Niccolo unzipped my jumpsuit and unhooked my bra. He stopped kissing my throat for a moment as he gazed at my boobs.

“They are perfect,” He said, and my pussy throbbed with something passionate.

Thereafter, he proceeded to attach his lips to my left breast while fondling the other, and I had to press my lips into a thin line to prevent a moan from escaping, so as not to attract Mary's attention.

“Don't worry the whole house is soundproof. They can't hear us, baby.” Niccolo said amidst the kisses he was now leaving on my tit. “So let it out for me, doll.”

Niccolo had called me by two petnames in a short moment and I didn't know what to do with myself.

That moment felt surreal because about a week ago, I was on a plane to New York, highly unsure that he'd ever see me as a woman.

And now, not only were his lips fastened around my nipples, his free hand was also making it's way in between my legs.

“You are so hot, doll,” He gruffed. “I have no idea how I managed to hold on for a fucking week.”

“So you find me attractive?” I half-moaned and half-asked.

“Attractive is an understatement,” Niccolo mumbled against my boob.“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Pleasure tinged with elation simmered within me at his response, causing my panties to become more saturated with addictive lust.

“I want to eat you out, doll,” Niccolo uttered, as he removed his mouth from my breast. “Will you let me?”

Why wouldn't I when it had been a long time fantasy of mine?

But I didn't say that aloud and only gave him a nod.

Giving me a chaste kiss on the lips, Niccolo knelt in between my legs, undid my pants and rolled it downward while trailing kisses on my thighs.

The next thing to come off was my panties, and I shivered as his knuckles brushed the aroused flesh of my clitoris.

“You are so fucking wet, it's killing me,” Niccolo grunted. “Fuck, I can't take it anymore.”

And with that, he kissed my clit then my soaking entrance before licking from the base of my vagina to the core, causing me to squirm.

My core burned with fiery desire as Niccolo started eating me out with so much skill and dedication that it made me want to stop time because I didn't want such a hot moment to end.

For a millisecond, I contemplated skipping the rest of my classes for that week or even that month, to stay at home and do nothing but get my pussy eaten by him.

“Oh, Niccolo,” I whimpered, my fingers raking through his hair, desperate for something to hold on to because I could feel the last bit of my sanity slipping away.

At that moment, all I could think of was Niccolo's tongue and it's dexterity.

Without a warning, he slipped a finger into my core as he began lapping at my clit, like a camel drinking from an oasis in a desert.

An overpowering wave of sexual ecstaty cascaded through me, making me feel overstimulated and full as I moaned loudly, without an iota of shame.

The pleasure I felt in that moment was epic and I wanted to live in it forever.

Just then, my stomach fluttered, and bright, white light flashed across my vision.

“Oh, I love this so much.” I cried, as a cataclysmic wave of pleasure shot through my entire body, causing me to grip at Niccolo's hair.

On the other hand, he didn't stop eating me out even as I writhed in pleasure, which made me cry harder and louder in elation.

A minute later after I was out of my post-orgasmic haze, I gazed down to see Niccolo still licking the cum off my pussy.

“You were amazing,” He said, and pressed a kiss to my clit.

“Thanks,” I replied. “You were wonderful too.”

“Do you want us to carry on or should we stop here?” He asked, trailing kisses down my leg.

I wanted to carry on of course, so I nodded.

“Yes, please.”

Lying me on the bench, he stood up and situated himself in between my legs before sealing his lips over mine in a torrid smooch.

Caressing my inner thigh, he kissed the crook of my shoulder and was about kissing my lips again when my phone suddenly rang, causing me to push him off in a fit of panic.

Something clicked in my head at that moment and I quickly donned my clothes while Niccolo watched on in confusion.

For some inexplicable reasons, I suddenly felt ashamed in Niccolo's presence.

One glance at my phone told me it was a call from my service provider, so therefore it was irrelevant but I was desperate to leave the balcony.

So I lied.

“I-It's my friend. We have an assignment due for submission by midnight.” I rambled out, and without waiting for Niccolo's response, I ran into the house, my legs quivering–the blissful aftermath of a mindblowing orgasm.