His jaw suddenly relaxes and he opens his eyes. He takes me in as I move up and down. All of me. My wild hair. My jiggling breasts. My bouncing thighs. I see the adoration there in his eyes, mixed in with the desire.
I knew it! I knew he’d let me!
I’m simply glowing… I feel like I’m just as in control of our relationship as he is.
He rests his hands on my hips and squeezes encouragingly. He begins thrusting in counterpoint to my rocking. Trying to assume control again?
I plant my palms on his abs, leaning forward so that he has a better view of my breasts. I shove them into his face and he stops thrusting, completely distracted. He grabs one of my breasts with his hand and directs the nipple to his mouth. He sucks and nibbles it while I continue moving up and down.
“Fuuuck,” I say.
This feels is so fucking good. Even better than before. Not because I’m on top, no, not at all. But because Iknowhe has to love me. He has to.
I keep riding him and I feel an orgasm coming. Judging from the expression on his face—he’s clenching his jaw again, and his eyes are half lidded—I think he’s close, too.
So I quicken my pace and squeeze tightly.
Massimo groans loudly and I feel the hot streams of cum squirting into me. My orgasm follows shortly after: I arch my back as my pussy clenches involuntarily around his cock.
Then I collapse onto his chest, leaving him inside me, and I rest my head on his huge pectoral muscles.
I do love him. And he loves me.
I remain motionless against those big muscles, not able to help the huge smile on my face.
But then I start to second guess. I need to hear him say it.
I look at him and see him gazing down at me tenderly. He runs a finger gently down my back.
“Massimo?” I ask.
“Yes?” He sounds so at peace. So… free. Like he’s finally shed all of his hatred and anger. And I’m the one who helped him do it.
I almost don’t want to ask him, because I’m worried of ruining the moment. Afraid of plunging him back into the abyss. But I have to know.
“Do you like me?” I ask.
The silence that follows is jarring.
His face darkens, and he looks up, staring at the ceiling. Just staring.
I ruined the moment.
No.Hedid.
Well, what did I expect?
Fuck. Once an asshole, always an asshole.
I’m even more upset because I’m in love with the bastard.
I don’t know how I could fall for him. I didn’t even think I was capable of love.
Maybe I’m just confusing lust with love. It happens to people.
It’s probably not surprising, considering who he is, and what he’s done to me.
He stole my first kiss. Then my virginity.
