That’s how turned on I am. How much I want him. How much I’ve spent every waking and sleeping hour since we were last together trying to banish the desire for him that keeps burning anyway.
“You have to be good to this pussy.” He sucks on my clit.
I swear I see stars.
“So good.”
Then he bites me. Not hard. But enough that I feel the nip of his teeth go through me like an electric pulse. I can’t take it. I’ve been on the edge since the second he started loosening his tie and staring at me like I was his dinner. He tugs on my clit, then sucks again, and a jolt of pure pleasure explodes inside me. He groans against me as I come, like he’s enjoying this every bit as much as I am. Like it’s all he’s been waiting for.
He lifts his head, his mouth glistening, his eyes dark and stormy as they find mine. “Get on your hands and knees for me.”
In this moment, my orgasm still buzzing through me, I’ll do anything he wants me to do. I roll onto my knees and hold myself up with my forearms, casting a glance back at him over my shoulder.
“How’s this?”
“Perfect.” He grabs my ass. “Fucking perfect.”
His fingers dig into my flesh, kneading. Then he spreads me apart and sinks his tongue deep inside my pussy. I inhale and arch my back, surprised as he fucks me that way. I can’t keep myself from moaning. He makes a low sound of approval and keeps at it until I’m breathless and mindlessly pumping into him, riding his face.
Suddenly, he withdraws, and his fingers replace his tongue, two thrusting in and out. I’m so wet by now that I can hear it echoing obscenely in the quiet of his bedroom. He adds a third, working me harder, faster, the pressure intensifying as he finds the place that makes me lose all control. His fingers are long, and I’m incredibly sensitive from coming once.
When my orgasm hits me this time, I can barely keep myself in position. My pussy is still clenching convulsively when he withdraws his fingers and replaces them with his cock.
He fills me in a single thrust, buried so deep it takes my breath away. The lingering spasms of my orgasm make my pussy flutter around him.
“Oh fuck, Alessio,” I mutter.
It’s too good. The pleasure is almost painful. It’s beyond anything I’ve felt yet, and I don’t know if it’s because I wanted him that much or if it’s because his cock is magic or if I’ve lost my damn mind.
All I can do is follow his lead.
He winds a handful of my hair around his fist and starts to fuck me, his balls slapping against me with each thrust. The headboard bangs against the wall. He’s fucking me hard, grasping my hips, slamming into me again and again. Pulling my hair.
“That’s it,tesoro,” he murmurs. “Take this fucking cock. Take all of it.”
It suddenly occurs to me that I don’t think he took the time to put on a condom. Shit. I’m usually so careful.
“Condom,” I manage.
He withdraws. “Son of a bitch. I forgot to put one on. I wanted you too fucking badly.”
And I very much don’t want to take the time for him to rummage around and find one. I’m desperate for more. I like the way he feels, bare inside me.
“I’m clean,” I bite out.
“So am I.”
“And I’m on birth control.”
He caresses my hip with one hand, his breathing ragged, his voice strained. “No condom. You sure?”
“I like the way you feel inside me without one.”
“Fuck,” he groans, and then he’s inside me again, filling me up, so deep and so good. “Fucking fuck. Your pussy feels perfect this way.”
“Fuck me,” I demand.
Alessio growls, his hold on my hair tightening again, and then he gives me what I want, pounding into me. There’s nothing but the two of us, our bodies working together.
