His hands slid in my hair and pulled me closer, making me take him all the way. I swirled my tongue around him, careful not to use my teeth, from base to tip.
He groaned as he seemed to get even harder, and before I could start to move faster, he started to fuck me like he did the first night. He hit the back of my throat, making tears come to my eyes, but I moaned around him. I felt the tremble move through him as he spilled himself.
His neck was back, throat exposed, and he growled in his throat at the release. A second later, he lifted me up by my arms, turning me, my hands against the glass door, facing out.
“Spread your legs for me, Alcina,” he said.
I did. My ragged breath fogged the window when I breathed out. The black silk was wrapped around his palm. His hands moved over my sides, slowly inching closer to the backless lace bra, and then he removed it, throwing it to the side. He caressed my skin with a touch that was barely there, but I could feel callouses on his fingers from working in the groves. The contrast was as delicious as he was.
The more he explored—his touch became a mixture of caresses and a deep tissue massage—the more I trembled.
“Do you like my touch, angel eyes?”
“Sì, mio marito,” I whispered, hardly able to talk.
His hands came around my breasts, and he teased my nipples as his tongue started to lick my skin. He took the route from my neck all the way down, licking harder in the indention between my lower back and behind. His teeth bit into the lace of my panties, shimmying them down until I stepped out.
I could feel his warm breath between my legs as he inserted his finger inside of me at the same time his tongue licked over my behind, meeting his finger.
“Ah!” I screamed out. I lost all balance, my nipples pressing hard against the cold glass. The pressure was too much. I started to pant, hardly able to catch my breath. My hands were pressed against the pane, but my fingers ached to claw, to sink into his skin.
It did not take long before I screamed out his name. I came around him in an explosion.
“Fuckingdelizioso,” he murmured, his tongue swirling around his lips. He stood, his front to my back, and turned me to face him.
My cheeks burned, but not from embarrassment. I wanted more. He read the look in my eyes.
“You want me to fuck you, Alcina,” he said, his voice gruff.
I looked down at his hand, the silk, and then at his glistening cock. I licked my lips, bit my lip, not sure what I wanted—to have him in my mouth again or inside of me.
He grinned. Wipinglo scorpioneoff with the black silk, he tied it around my mouth. I salivated at the taste of him.
He ran his fingertip down my face. I tried to bite him but couldn’t. His grin melted and his eyes hardened. He lifted me up, my legs going around him instinctually, and walked me through the villa until we came to a bedroom.
I was barely aware that the chandelier was lit, but it looked like melting candles, their wicks on fire, instead of actual lights.
He set me down in the middle of a wide bed on my knees and then knelt down behind me, using his knees to nudge my legs apart. “Prettypatatina,” he murmured. “Too bad I’m about to fucking destroy it.”
His fingers ran over myculoagain, until he started to tease mypatatina. I tried to scream, to moan so loud that I would wake the entire villa, but the gag stopped me.
It kept me from letting out another scream when he slapped me between the legs, the sting of it ringing out in the room.
While the sting was still burning, he placed himself at my opening, slowly entering me, but then pulling out before he was fully buried deep inside of me. A frustrated, garbled sound came from my mouth. I squeezed the sheets, my knuckles turning white. My mouth was not working, but my body was. He was at the tip, and then I was slammed back, screaming out when he hit me deep inside.
He started to fuck me like he had never fucked me before. He had my hair and the gag around his fist, and every time he impaled me, a pain from scalp to uterus soared through me, followed by pure pleasure.
Even though my screams were muffled, they seemed to shatter the quiet in the villa, echoing inside of the empty walls. The sound of his balls slapping against me was even louder, and so were his groans. Sweat dripped from our bodies. We slid against each other like two oiled machines. The smell of our sex was an aphrodisiac.
“Fuck, Alcina,” he said. He stopped moving, and then he slammed into me so hard that I felt him in my stomach. “Come. Come with me. Now.”
His order was my undoing. I shattered around him as he spilled into me. That highest point was almost violent, a crash, an explosion, followed by a maddening surge of pleasure that was the equivalent of touching heaven—a moment when my heart stopped beating and then started pounding when I began to fall.
His head fell against my back. He placed a firm kiss between my shoulder blades. “Bang,” he said. Then he flipped me over and placed my hand over his racing heart.
* * *
The master bedroomof the villa was on the second floor. It had numerous arched doors that led out onto a long terrace. The room itself was pleasing to the eye, especially this early in the morning: soft colors on the walls, redone floors that still held the stamp of time, and furnishings—there were not many—that were lush. The chandelier was a nice touch. It was created to resemble floating candles, wax dripping from their bodies.
