And then he hits a spot that makes me see stars and I jerk beneath him, trying to get him to touch it again.
‘There?’ he murmurs.
I nod and he finds it again, pressing hard in short pulses.
‘Oh, oh, oh!’ is all I can say.
And then his thumb glides over my clitoris and I think I’m going to die with pleasure. But it’s not enough. Not quite. I need something… something more…
As if he senses my inner battle, he whispers, ‘Tell me what you need, Juno. Say it, whatever it is. Say the words. You have to tell me what you want or you’re not going to get it.’
A fierce blush burns my cheeks, but I’m determined to ignore it. I’m not going to let it stop me from getting what I want. I don’t want this to end. I have to have more.
‘Faster,’ I force out. ‘I need it faster. And harder.’
‘Good girl,’ he says with a smile in his voice and does as I ask, increasing both pressure and tempo until I think I’m going to go crazy with the joy of it. I’m so close to the brink, after a whole day of my body being primed for his touch, that I know it’s not going to take much more to break me apart.
I begin to match his movements, unable to stay still, pushing myself harder against the pressure of his fingers. A low, guttural noise is building in the back of my throat, but I’m too far gone to care.
And then, as if I’m hitting a high I’ve been unable to reach before, the intensity of the sensation shatters and wave after wave of pure pleasure washes over and through me, making my limbs jerk involuntarily and my breath stutter in my throat. I’m unable to focus on anything but the sensation of the orgasm as it rushes through me over and over again. I let out a loud groan of relief as it finally begins to subside and turns into a gentle buzz of satisfaction.
My world comes back to rights, and I open my eyes to find Sandro staring down at me, his expression one of awe, as if he’s never seen anything more absorbing in his life.
And suddenly I’m shy again and intensely aware of how vulnerable I just allowed myself to be. I squeeze my eyes shut, hiding in the darkness I find there, taking a moment to centre myself. When I open them again, he’s smiling at me.
‘Fuck. That was so beautiful to watch,’ he mutters roughly, drawing his hand away from between my legs and gently pulling my robe closed to protect my modesty.
My body gives a throb of regret at the loss of his touch.
‘And that concludes your lessons for today: how to ask for what you want,’ he murmurs.
‘Really? You want to stop now?’ I ask. I was expecting him to ask for his own orgasm in return, so I’m surprised to find he doesn’t seem to want that. At least not tonight, I guess.
‘More tomorrow. I promise. Time to sleep now.’ He rolls away from me, and off the sofa to standing, then holds out a hand and helps me up too.
My legs feel like jelly and I have to hold on to him for a second to steady myself.
‘You’ve not got your sex legs yet,’ he jokes.
I can’t help but giggle, it’s so absurd.
‘Thank you,’ I whisper, glancing up at him with a smile and giving his arm a squeeze.
‘It was my pleasure. I think you’re going to make a very satisfying student.’ He pushes a rogue strand of hair away from my face and grins at me. ‘Now go to bed. You must be exhausted.’
‘I am,’ I say, yawning to prove the point.
‘Then I’ll see you in the morning.Buonanotte.’
‘You’re not going to bed too?’ I ask.
‘Not yet. I’m going to sit up a while,’ he says.
I nod sleepily, grateful he doesn’t expect me to stay up too. My whole body is achy and heavy-limbed from such an intense experience, and I desperately need to sleep now.
He’s wrecked me.
I can only imagine what a mess I’m going to be at the end of my week here with him.