❝He suddenly spreads my folds wide, his hungry mouth latching onto my clit, sucking hard and licking expertly. My hips move on their own, riding his face as soft whimpers escape me.
Just when I think I can't take any more, he shoves three fingers i...
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P A R I S
My plan to seduce Luciano is working, and I'm over the moon. I pick a romantic movie with erotic scenes to set the mood just right. I sit super close to him, making sure our bodies are pressed together.
I keep my leg pressed against his and let my shoulder brush against him, letting him feel the heat of my body. I notice his breathing hitch and his muscles tense as he tries to ignore the effect I'm having on him.
During the movie, I let my hand linger on his inner thigh, just inches from where I really want it. I move even closer, practically draped over him, making sure he feels every inch of me.
My hips grind subtly against him, and I can tell he's getting turned on, just like I am. He's trying hard to stay distant, but his reactions are giving him away. I'm practically rubbing myself against him, forcing him to acknowledge the heat between us.
When the erotic scenes play, I notice him relaxing and leaning into me. His breath grows heavier as his face flushes, and I see the bulge in his pants getting bigger. It's clear he's getting worked up, and I love it.
As I reach for some chips and notice the bowl is empty, I realize I'm practically sprawled on Luciano's lap. With a smirk, I glance up at his face, catching the tension in his jaw and a flicker of frustration in his eyes. It's exactly what I wanted.
"Need anything? I'm going to grab more chips." I ask, smiling as I feel him shiver from my breath on his neck.
"No, I'm good." He grits out, his gaze fixed straight ahead.
I smirk at how flustered I've made him. I sensually rise from his lap and stretch to show off my curves, making sure he sees and knows that he could have this body if he just gives in. The way his gaze follows me, sharp and focused, makes my clit pulsate. I saunter to the kitchen, savoring the burning heat of his stare on my back.
In the kitchen, I decide to grab some cookies too. I spot them in the top cupboard, way beyond my reach. Grumbling, I drag a dining chair over and try to get the box. But the cupboards are so high up, I can barely graze the box with my fingers.
"Why did dad put them up so high?" I mumble, frustrated.
Then I remember it was actually my idea to have them stored this way—I wanted to lose weight and get fit to impress Luciano. My face flushes at the thought.
I rise on my toes, stretching as much as I can to get the damn cookies. But I lose my balance and tumble off the chair. I hit the floor hard and twist my ankle painfully. I cry out and clutch it in agony, tears stinging my eyes.
I wince while sitting on the floor, rubbing my throbbing ankle. The frustration of not getting the cookies and the pain makes me want to punch something. I hear Luciano coming and tense up. When he steps into the kitchen, his eyes widen when he sees me on the floor, holding my ankle.
