Her eyes, wide and dark, meet mine. She licks her lips, a nervous, sexy habit, and I almost lose it.
I push in, just a little, and she gasps, her body tensing.
But I don't give her time to adjust. Not this time. I want her to feel all of me.
I thrust, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth, powerful stroke.
We both cry out, a mingled sound of pleasure and pain that echoes in the quiet night.
I still for a moment, letting her adjust to the feel of me, big and thick and deep inside her. I can feel her walls fluttering around me, a delicious, involuntary clench that makes my balls ache.
She’s so tight. So wet. So fucking perfect.
I start to move, a slow, deep rhythm that steals the air from my lungs. Each stroke is a deliberate, measured thing, a claiming, a promise. Her hips rise to meet mine, telling me she’s with me, that she wants this just as much as I do.
My controlled thrusts don't last for long. The need, the desire that's been simmering all day, finally boils over. I pick up the pace, my movements becoming harder, faster, more frantic.
The sounds of our bodies slapping together, of her whimpers and my groans, of the wind in the leaves, fill the night. We are the only two people in the world, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure and passion.
"Your cunt feels so good," I whisper darkly in her ear. "So tight and wet for me. So perfect."
Her only response is a choked sob, her back arching, her hands clawing at my shoulders.
I need to be closer. I need to be deeper.
I hook my arms under her knees, pushing her legs up, opening her wider, and the new angle lets me sink impossibly deeper.
She screams, her body convulsing as a third orgasm rips through her, a violent, intense wave of pleasure that leaves her shaking and sobbing.
Her walls clench around me, a hot, vise-like grip that nearly pushes me over the edge.
But I'm not done. It's not enough. Not yet. I need more. I need all of it. Everything.
I pull out, and she whimpers at the loss.
"Turn over," I command. "On your knees."
She blinks up at me, her eyes dazed, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
I don't wait for her to comply. I flip her over, pulling her hips up, positioning her on her knees. Her ass is perfect, round and firm, and I can't resist giving it a hard smack.
She jumps, a cry of surprise and pleasure escaping her lips.
Bianca lifts up onto her elbows, her head hanging, spilling her hair all over the blanket.
That won't do.
I kneel behind her and press my palm firmly between her shoulders until her cheek is pressed to the blanket. Her gasp is muffled by the wool.
"Stay," I snap.
I see her pussy clench with the order. She trembles under my palm, but she obeys.
Her ass is high in the air, the glistening wet folds of her pussy peeking at me from between her thighs. A delicious, tempting invitation. She’s open. Vulnerable. Mine.
I take myself in hand, my cock throbbing, and run the head through her wetness, coating myself in her.
"Gio," she whimpers, her hips wriggling, trying to take me in.
