Strawberry Kisses Phavy Prieto (bookstand for reading TXT) 📖

"I don't think it's a good idea that..."

"I don't care if it sounds like a good idea or not," he blurted out, cutting me off. "As your future husband, it is my obligation to watch over my fiancée," he added with that mischievous smile in front of which I was unable to deny anything. "It’s extremely depressing to leave nothing to improvisation or chance."

I had to admit that the words "future husband" and "fiancée" sounded extremely good pronounced by those plump lips and that deep voice that made me melt completely.

"It can be depressing for you, but it’s more than satisfying for me!" I disagreed, although I was exceptionally good at selling anything. It was enough just to look at those eyes, that body, that pose... He could be the devil himself who wanted to buy my soul, though I was willing to give it for free.

"Are you going to tell me that you didn't have fun this weekend in Rome? Are you really going to deny it?" he insisted as he approached me so that I couldn’t step back to escape his grasp. I knew that as soon as he touched my skin, I would be completely lost.

"No," I said, unable to lie to myself. That weekend has probably been the best weekend I've had, after the one in Scotland. "I'm not going to deny it," I added, observing his brown eyes that stared into mine as if evaluating a prey to hunt.

"Then it's all cleared up," he confirmed, approaching gently, brushing his nose against my cheek. Damian made me feel confused, produced a short circuit in my thoughts, and completely clouded my common sense. That man was undoubtedly the first and the only one who could do that. "After experiencing it, you will find out that you don’t want to go back to your bland and controlled life," he whispered before he gently bit my earlobe, making me moan with sheer pleasure.

I was unable to fully understand his words. I only knew that I wanted to be his, I wanted him to take me to the seventh heaven to see the stars in his arms.

I put my hands on his chest, then went up and interlaced my fingers behind his neck. I felt his hands wrapping around my waist and pressing me against his body, as his lips sought mine to melt in a warm kiss of passion.

Damian's fingers gently ran down my buttocks leaving a trail of heat along the path of his touch. I moaned with sheer pleasure in his mouth when he grabbed my buttocks and squeezed them, making me feel his hard penis.

That man was pure dynamite! I felt overwhelmed by his sex drive every time he touched me, because his power of seduction was beyond any limit of my understanding.

I had never felt so deeply devoted to a man before. I craved for Damian with such fervor and power that it was sending all my beliefs and reasoning to hell.

Before I met him, I had always determined, even in advance, when and with whom I was going to have sex. I never left even that kind of thing to chance, so I always controlled my own impulses or, rather, redirected them, but with him everything was different. It was enough for him to come close to my body to make me think of ecstasy with another overwhelming orgasm and of dreaming in his arms.

I nibbled at his shoulder in response to his tight hold on my buttocks and heard a groan of surprise rather than pain. He lifted me up and left the bedroom.

"Where are we going?" I asked astonished. We were moving away from that bed where I longed to be thrown by him and where I wanted him to take me to the moon with his caresses.

"To the terrace," he simply replied.

Without saying a word, I let him carry me in his arms, curled up with my legs around his waist. I continued to lick his neck. The cool of the evening enveloped me as we went out on the terrace.

"Are you going to throw me into the void and pretend it was an accident?" I whispered in an amused tone, gently biting his neck.

"As far as you are concerned, I have more satisfying and less macabre plans," he panted before pressing his mouth against mine and biting my lower lip. I couldn't help but squeeze him even tighter to try to satisfy the visceral need I had for him.

"And what do you have in mind?" I asked earnestly while, freeing ourselves from the grip of that embrace, I put my feet back on the ground. He made me turn around slowly so that I could see the city lit up at our feet. The view was breathtaking even though at that moment the passion blinded me to the point that I could not fully appreciate all its charm.

"To convince you that you won’t find greater pleasure than here," he whispered as I felt how he pulled my nightgown up and rubbed his crotch on my bum. He did it so boldly that I couldn't focus on his words. "Here with me."

"Fuck! I can't take it anymore," I whispered trying to turn around, but he held me back. His hand slid through the thin lace of my panties to stroke my clit and make me tremble with pleasure.

"Open your eyes wide, yell as much as you want, but don't close them," he whispered with his deep voice. He slightly pulled away and lowered his pants.

"Why?" I panted almost breathlessly. I was more enraptured by waiting for his next move, hoping that sooner or later he would sink his penis inside me, rather than by that view in front of me, however impressive it was.

"Because you always look, but you never see," he