Finally, her knees buckle, and she falls to her knees before me. Her eyes find mine as her hand grips my cock, her hands small and soft as she strokes me slowly. Her eyes are dark with lust, their lids heavy, her rose-petal mouth slightly parted.
She drags her tongue across the bottom lip, eyes never leaving mine.
I don’t need to ask.
I already know exactly what she wants.
She doesn’t let go of my cock as she maneuvers her legs around, then lies back, pulling me along with her. I hover over her as she guides my cock to her mouth, her tongue darting out to swirl the tip.
Just that.
That one thing, and I could come.
“Ty slishkom khorosh,” I hiss, pulling away to give myself a moment to calm the fuck down.You are too good. I mean it.
Too good now.
Too good for me.
Too good for this shitty world we’re in.
She whines and pulls me back, mouth open and tempting. And all of those nights of not seeing her, of wishing I could see her… Well, I see her now. And I tell her so, “Ya vizhu tebya,” as I slam my cock into her mouth, down her throat.
She moans a long “Yesssss,” as I pull out, and I slam into her again. God, her mouth feels so good. Her lips are so beautiful wrapped around my cock. She keeps one hand at the base, the other reaches out to dig her nails into my ass.
To say I go feral would be an understatement.
This drives me absolutely fucking crazy, and I pick up the pace, fucking that pretty mouth. She takes it as deep as she can without gagging, her mouth’s wet and wide, her eyes dark and hungry. My balls lap against her chin; it only spurs me on.
I’m a fucking animal, rutting and rutting, and she’s just taking every inch.
When I come, it’s in a hot, thick wave that she swallows before I pull out, coating her chin and neck. I want to see her with my come on her face. Just like I wanted to mark her before, I want to mark her now.
I want my scent in her, on her, all over her.
She ismine.
I lean in and kiss her hard on that mouth, tasting myself on her skin as I push my tongue in to meet hers, as I lick along her chin and jaw, as I move to bite the pert tips of her nipples.
I haven’t had enough of her, not nearly. I doubt I’ll ever be sated because this woman is a fucking goddess, her long hair spread out around her like a halo, her perfect body pink with exertion, her chest heaving, her pussy weeping with want.
“You are,” I murmur against the flat plane of her stomach, my lips brushing her skin, “the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life.”
Her breath catches sharply, a quiet inhale of surprise, and she freezes.
I pause. She doesn’t say the word, but I can feel something unspoken hanging between us.
Sliding back to her side, I tilt my head, trying to read her face. She isn’t upset. Not at all. The fire and hunger from moments ago have softened, replaced by something tender, something real. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen that look on her before.
“You know,” I murmur, “if you’re going to run the Campisi empire, you’ll need a better poker face. You wear every emotion right here.” I brush my thumb along her cheek.
“Oh?” she asks. “And what emotion is on my face right now?”
“I’m not sure,” I admit. “But I’d like to know.”
She gives me the sweetest smile. “Can we…shower? And talk for a minute?”
“Talking wasn’t what I, uh…” I rub my rapidly thickening beard and chuckle.
