“Fucking perfect,” I murmur in response. “Now move.”
He chuckles. “As you wish.”
And he does.
Goddamn, if the entry is exquisite, then the removal and return is heavenly.
I move my hands to his back, nails digging into his skin as I try to get him closer.
Is that even possible?
I have the proximity, but now I need the speed.
His pace increases, pulling me excruciatingly slowly, letting every inch of our skin become intimately familiar before slamming back into me in a way that makes me feel breathless.
I lift my hips to meet his, to find our connection in the middle.
He’s panting, kissing me like his oxygen depends on it.
Suddenly, he pulls out of me.
Before I have a chance to voice my disapproval, he flips me onto my stomach, pulling me onto my knees.
I feel his hands grasping at my cheeks.
“Have I ever told you?” Alessandro asks reverently. “You have an incredible ass.”
He spreads me apart and enters me again.
The angle only thins the line between pleasure and pain.
His size alone is that of fantasy, and with this position, he’s pushing beyond what I thought my limits were.
The only action I can take is to hold onto the sheets for dear life as he rams into me.
Noises, words, phrases break free of my lips.
I can’t hear what I’m saying, so can he?
The pressure between my legs is mounting, so close to the cliff edge but too far for my wanting.
Pressing a forearm into the bed, I reach one of my hands up to my clit, rubbing furiously for relief. To prolong this.
“Ohfuck, Bianca. That’s it. Play with yourself for me.”
His prompting only makes me moan, makes my fingers move faster against myself. I can see stars across my vision. Almost there…gods,almost there…
Alessandro moves faster against me, his breathing rapid.
He pushes out of me, flipping me onto my back once again.
He hikes my legs up before slamming into me.
“Fuck, oh mygod, Alessandro?—”
“I want to see you come,” he gasps, slamming his cock into me. “Fuck, I want to see you when I come. Your perfect fucking breasts—your face like this—for me, all for me?—”
He kisses me as the pressure in my core reaches its peak. Pulling back, he whispers against my lips. “Better than wine. You taste fucking divine.”
