A groan escapes me as his lips brush over mine. “Nothing on earth could stop me.”
CHAPTER31
TEDDY
I’m stillwarm from the shower, but Alessandro’s touch sets me on fire. His hand kneads at my asscheek as he pulls me closer, pulls me into the kiss I’ve initiated. I decided that tonight I would be bolder, and after what he just said—No ordinary man could make me feel the way you do—I want to see how far I can push him before he wrests control back from me. It’s a sexy, dangerous game, but I still know the outcome, win or lose, will be mind-blowing pleasure. Everything he’s done to me, even the first time he kissed me, has been incredible, opening up whole new worlds I never knew about before.
All those silly fantasies I swapped onCute Crims… I’d never tell those guys about this, of course, never in a billionyears, but I wish I could. I wish I could tell them how wrong they are about Alessandro, about how he’s a thousand times hotter and better in bed than they could even imagine…
His fingers stroke down my crack and I shift my leg, lift it over his thigh, try to give him access. He chuckles against my mouth. “Slow down,tesoro. We have all the time we need. I want to explore your body, take you apart so slowly you lose your mind.”
I don’t know if I can go slow. I’m already hard enough to pop, and when he palms my asscheek again and squeezes it, I buck against him uncontrollably.
“You’re wound up,” he murmurs, mouth moving over my throat. “Tight enough to explode, hm? Let’s loosen you up a little.”
He lays me face-down on the bed, as he strips off his clothes, and I quiver all over as I wait, expecting his mouth, his tongue. When he settles on top of me, and I feel the thick weight of his cock resting between my cheeks, I even wriggle a little, an invitation, but when I feel his hands on me, they rest softly on my shoulders.
“Calmati, Teddy,” I hear him murmur. “I want to explore. I told you this.”
I make a noise of agreement, my face buried in my arms, and try to breathe more slowly, to focus on the feel of his hands as they move over me. He massages my shoulders gently, his thumbs working into my muscles until I feel myself relaxing almost against my will. I’m still hard as hell, still hyperaware of his hot flesh pressing between my asscheeks, but the throb in my cock has started to spread out through my body, the pulsing need transforming. I want him no less badly than always, but I also want somethingmore.
Something deeper.
Alessandro doesn’t rush things, his soft caresses becoming firmer, more insistent with each passing minute. I can feel the heat from his skin, the pressure of his thighs against mine, the weight of his cock between my cheeks. Knowing how ready he is sends a thrill through me.
“You like this? You like having my fingers on you? Tell me.”
“I love your hands,” I murmur into my crossed arms.
He chuckles, low and deep. “Where else do you want them? Where do you want me to touch you?”
“Inside,” I choke out. “Like the other night.”
He drags his hard length down my crease and then I feel what I think is his thumb circling around my asshole. My breath catches in my throat. I want it, but when he presses the tip of his thumb inside, my entire body goes tense, my muscles clenching reflexively. With his other hand, Alessandro rubs my lower back, his thumb making its way inside me gradually, pushing, probing, until I’m trembling with the ache.
“More please,” I mumble, but he withdraws and shifts off me completely.
“Hands and knees,” he orders.
I clamber up onto them while Alessandro reaches for the lube. His fingers brush over me, spreading it everywhere, and then, without warning, he pushes one slick finger fully into me, and I moan. It’s a shock, the suddenness of it, and I whimper, my back arching instinctively.
He leans in and kisses my cheek, bites at it. “Open up for me,tesoro. You know it’s where I belong.”
I do. I want him there, inside me. The thought of that makes my body melt for him, and little by little, he starts to loosen me up, adding fingers, going harder and faster, my hips following his lead, lifting higher, begging for more. And at last, when every inch of me is on fire, he grasps my hip with one hand and I feel his cock nudge against my hole.
I sway away from him, look over my shoulder. “Can’t we...”
He has to drag his eyes from my ass up to my face. “It won’t hurt, I promise you.”
“It’s not that. I...” I clutch handfuls of the sheets. “I want to see your face while we...” I glance back at him again, see surprise register in his eyes.
“Whatever you want,” he says, after only a small pause, and he helps me turn over, puts a pillow under my hips so they tilt up. I wrap my legs around his waist loosely and reach out to trace the bull dancing over his heart. But when I feel his cockhead against my hole, I squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath. “Relax,” he whispers. “Breathe. And open those beautiful eyes,bellissimo. I want to see you, too.”
I open my eyes again and try to relax as his cock starts to push into me. I shift a little when I feel the burn, feel my ass opening up to accept him. He takes it slow, murmuring to me the whole time, telling me it’ll be alright, that I can do it, that I’m doing it, that I’m perfect and beautiful and gorgeous.
I feel his cockhead lodge inside me, and he gives a low sigh. “Perfetto,” he breathes, but when I tense up, he holds steady. “How does it feel?”
“Good. Very good.” He feels so big, stretching me wide, filling me, making room for him. I want everything, all of him, and I start to lift up more, but he holds my hips tight. “Please Alessandro...”
