I feel my legs buckle slightly and I brace against Massimo, wrapping my arms around those hard biceps. My private kettlebells.
Massimo has stopped pounding me and he’s remaining very still. His eyes are half lidded and I have the impression he’s trying to keep himself from release. Trying to drag out the moment.
I smile slyly and squeeze hard, then rock back and forth.
He groans and doubles over slightly, falling against me and pressing me into the wall next to the tub. He slams both hands against the wall to support himself so that he doesn’t crush me, and then he shudders repeatedly, his hips spasming against mine. I can feel hot cum spreading inside me.
I kiss Massimo’s lower lip and nibble slightly before pulling away. I sigh contentedly.
Massimo slides out of me and thick ropes of cum emerge with his cock, momentarily keeping him connected to my pussy, at least until the shower washes them away. Then he holds me in his arms, his head next to mine, and rocks me back and forth beneath the flowing water.
We simply stay there like that, I’m not sure for how long, but it feels so good, so right. And then finally he pulls away and turns off the shower.
He grabs a towel from a rack next to the tub and begins drying me off. I feel my breasts jiggle as he works. I notice also that his cock is stiffening once more. He moves quickly, drying me off like a parent would a child, and when he’s done he offers the towel to me.
I accept it eagerly and take my turn toweling off his skin. I move slowly, wanting to relish every part of his tattooed body. His tousled blond hair, so soft and silky. His lovely face, those brows so bushy above his blue eyes, those chiseled cheekbones framing his perfect nose. His pectoral muscles, his traps, his lats. Those biceps, and big forearms that give Popeye a run for the money. His tender fingers. His ever growing cock, and those balls tucked so neatly underneath.
Speaking of his cock, its skin seems tighter somehow after the shower, as if the water had a shrinking effect. I wrap my fingers around it a moment and give the head a kiss. I look at him but his eyes are closed, like he’s struggling. I decide not to tease him past the point of control. I want to see what else he has planned for me.
I continue on to that sexy ass, which powers his fucking. Those thick, corded legs, like a sprinter’s. His sweet calfs, and those beautiful feet.
When it’s done, I sigh again. Yes, he’s perfection embodied. I’m going to miss this.
When I stand up I look at him expectantly. He steps out of the tub and offers me a hand. I take it and he helps me step over the rim.
He leads me to the bedroom and then casually scoops me up in his arms, pressing his lips against mine. I return his kiss hungrily, but then he breaks away to fling me onto the bed. In moments he’s on top of me.
He plants his hands on either side of me and holds his upper body upright as he fucks me. He’s moving slower this time, in controlled, precise movements. The bed rocks against the wall, and I feel my breasts jiggling underneath me. His eyes roam my body, taking me all in.
He quickens his pace, and the pleasure pulses outward in waves, and I quickly find myself cumming again. I reach up and wrap my hands around his head, gripping him tightly. My back arches.
“Massimo Massimo Massimo!”
I slump, feeling the afterglow of the high. But he’s still pounding. He’s already had release, so it’s taking him longer to climax again, I guess. I don’t mind. I want to cum all day and night beneath him.
I begin rocking my hips encouragingly.
He hasn’t been withholding orgasms, or making me beg for release, I notice… probably because I’ve been obedient, and haven’t tried to escape. But he’s still being fairly dominant the whole time, which I love—it’s so hot to find a man who knows what he wants and won’t back down from it. But I do like to be in control once in a while, too.
He grips my left breast now with one hand, holding his body up with the other. He flicks and pinches my nipple. I moan.
Maybe I should just let him stay in charge. He does know what he’s doing after all. Still, despite the pleasure he’s sending through my body, I can’t help but wonder: what would happen if I tried to dominatehimfor once? How would he take it? Would he let me? Does he care enough about me to allow that?
He does care for me. I know it! No kidnapper would purposely leave the patio door open to let his prey escape like that. Hewantedme to escape today, but I didn’t. I didn’t… why?
I suddenly have the answer. Because I love him. That has to be it. I never thought I’d be able to experience love, given the life I lead, and the things that happened to me when I was younger. But I can experience it.
And Massimo loves me too, I know he does, even if he doesn’t realize it. I’ll prove to him how much he loves me by dominating him just this once. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t allow it. A man like him never would.
He’s still only holding himself up with one arm, so I should be able to flip him over. It’ll be tricky, since he’s basically a big, meaty slab of muscle, but I think he’ll follow my lead because he won’t want to hurt me. What happens after that is anyone’s guess.
So while he’s rocking back and forth above me, I grab both his hips and push with all my strength while turning my body at the same time, spinning him toward the side where he’s not holding himself up. He tries to put his arm down but it’s too late and he collapses beside me.
He’s still partially inside me, so I quickly rotate and his hips follow me, as I hoped. Then in moments I’m on top of him and begin riding him like a stallion. Those jockeys on the race course have nothing on me!
Massimo closes his eyes, clenching his jaw. His hands ball the comforter on either side. I slide up and down, enjoying the pleasure pulsing out from between my legs. I’m also enjoying being in control, quite frankly.
He doesn’t resist. He remains motionless underneath me, accepting the pleasure I’m giving him. But he still seems tense…
