Fuck, bed! After my discovery in Italy, I was supposed to order a proper bed for us, because she didn't deserve to lie on the floor, but it escaped my mind with her wedding and pushing me away after our night together.
Exhaling heavily, I turned off the light and closed the bathroom door behind me.
The picture that greeted me stopped me in my tracks; all the air left my lungs at once.
Three dozen or even more lit candles were scattered around the floor, creating a mysterious and seductive atmosphere as the moonlight enhanced it. Rosa kneeled on the mattress, her hands hanging loose at her sides. Her hair cascaded down to her shoulders in silky, damp waves, while her sun-kissed skin glistened in the light as droplets of water slid down her collarbone, begging to be licked. She must have taken a shower in the guest room.
Her perfect body with the most amazing curves was encased in a see-through black lacy nightgown that showcased the fullness of her breasts and tight, rosy nipples, and my eyes trailed down to her pussy, which unfortunately at this angle was impossible to see. My cock hardened under the towel as every muscle in me strained, and my voice turned raspy and low, when I asked, “What are you doing?”
Slipping her tongue out, she moistened her full, begging-to-be-kissed lips and trailed her finger from her graceful neck to her rapidly heaving chest, circled my cross of ownership, and dipped into the valley of her breasts.
“Seducing you. Is it working?” she whispered, and for a second, any common sense left me, and all I could focus on was her wanting me and practically humming with desire.
But then, like cold water pouring over my head, the memories flooded back and I stepped back. “’No,krasavica. You just got your identity back. You are in shock, and you need rest.”
Plus, all her words about the horrific stuff she went through… we couldn't have sex right now.
Rising slightly higher, she winced as if suffocating, and in an instant, I was by her side, palming her head and laying her down so I could hover above her as I scanned for any injuries to her skin while she giggled, and it dawned on me she was acting. “Rosa.” But before I could scoot away, she used all her strength and flipped me so my back hit the mattress and she straddled my thighs.
“Dominic,” she whispered, leaning down, her lips inches away from mine. Her hair closed us in, as if a cocoon was protecting us from outside forces. “You talk too much.” With that, she covered my mouth with hers, greedily going after my tongue and holding it prisoner, using it as her personal toy.
Who the fuck would be able to resist?
Sliding my hand into her hair, I fisted it and brought her closer as she moaned, kissing me with more passion, and something else. Some new awareness, as if knowing her true identity brought all those intimate moments we had shared in the past back. Where she learned my body as I did hers. When she gave me her virginity, and we made love for the first time.
Possessiveness rushed through me like an angry wave as my mind chanted one thing only.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
She let go of me and pushed me down, pressing on my shoulders and breathing heavily. My hands automatically rubbed her velvet thighs and traveled up to discover her bare ass, my fingers digging into it, squeezing each cheek. “Mine.”
Her eyes blazed with desire as she nodded. “Yours. But I want to play tonight.” She gently rubbed under my eyes, her touch like a feather over my bruised skin. If my woman wanted to be in control, she’d have it.
She gave me a light peck and left butterfly kisses all over my face, trailing lower to nip on my chin with her teeth and suck on my neck, a bit too harshly, probably leaving hickeys.
“Mine,” she growled so adorably I grinned.
“No one else’s,krasavica. Just yours.” She licked down my chest, grazing my nipples with her nails as my breath hissed, and dipped her tongue in my belly button. How the fuck did she know it could be so sensitive? She sat up straight, cockily smiled, and then her eyes widened in mock surprise as she grasped my hard cock through the towel, earning a groan from me. Then she asked, “Is this present for me?”
“Always for you.” She tapped her finger on her lower lip, as if wondering what she should do next, but slowly, agonizingly slow if you ask me, she unwrapped the towel, and I lifted so she could throw it to the side.
She gasped, as her eyes danced with mischief. “It’s so huge.” Considering she had seen it numerous time, and how much my cock hurt in the moment, I didn't find it as humorous as she did. But it was her show, so I had to keep my mouth shut.
Her thumb swept the precum leaking from the head, and she tasted it, closing her eyes in pleasure.
“Rosa,” I warned, as she smiled and then scooted lower so her breath fanned my erect cock, which jerked in anticipation.
She murmured, “Relax and enjoy, darling.”
Since she never restrained my hands, I decided to speed up the process; otherwise, I might just explode in her face and the party would be over, like a fucking teenager. That was how much I craved my woman, who had gained her sexual confidence. Fisting her hair once again, I pressed the head of my cock against her lips. Her mouth opened, and she gently sucked, right on the tip, and I thought I’d fucking come right there. Fuck me and her talented tongue. She took me deeper as one hand caressed my sac while her other hand stroked me at the base, and she took me deeper and deeper, almost gagging on my length.
Her virgin mouth, a year ago, was the only one ever to claim me. Satisfaction settled inside me, as my possessive beast inside beat his chest at the thought.
She let go of my cock with a pop, licking it, and then sucked on it again.
Again, again, and again, she repeated the action, driving me out of my fucking mind.
My skin burned with need as desire spread to every bone in my body through the blood running in my veins, and I couldn't take this torture anymore. As much as I fucking loved her mouth, my favorite place to come would always be her pussy. Tugging on her hair, I almost dragged her up while she licked her lips. I kissed her hard, tasting myself on her. She laced her fingers in my hair, holding on to me for dear life.
