I am going to kill him. As soon as I’ve come, I’m going to kill him.
His hand drifts down my stomach, settling between my thighs.
His fingertips make lazy circles around my clit as he draws me back until I rest against his chest.
His cock—hot and hard—nudges my ass. My head falls back against his shoulder.
“Give me your hand.”
I let him drag my hand between my legs, my fingers joining his against my slick heat.
His arm returns to band around my waist, maneuvering me slightly higher until the head of his cock bumps against my fingers.
I rise up, fingers wrapping around his shaft and letting the head of his cock settle at my center.
I roll my neck to the side, watching Alessandro over my shoulder.
He’s biting his lip as he stares back at me with eyes brimming with heat so molten it steals the breath from my lungs.
Locking my eyes with his, I lower myself onto him, biting the side of my cheek at the stretch, then closing my eyes at the subtle burn that follows.
Alessandro pants softly into the quiet of the room, his fingers returning to my clit, circling faster.
I gasp and drop down, impaling myself the rest of the way on his cock, my ass flush against his hips.
My jaw drops, eyes fluttering as I stare down at where we are joined.
“Are you all right?” Alessandro murmurs, fingers slowing to a stop between my legs.
I nod, mouth snapping shut when Alessandro leans forward, cock shifting and pressing deeper inside me as he curls himself around my back.
One hand tugs at my blouse, lifting it to my ribs, the other splays against my stomach where his cock is buried inside me.
My muscles spasm involuntarily.
Alessandro sucks in a breath through his teeth, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. His lips skim my skin. “I want to feel you.”
I jerk my head in a nod and tense my thighs, lifting up, his cock sliding out of me until I’m empty save for the stretch where we meet.
I hold my breath and slide back down, crying out at the feel of him parting my walls, making a space inside of me that is perfect for him.
His hands grip my hips, helping me as I rise and fall, my breath quickening until all I can make are tiny punched out noises that are carried on puffs of air.
“You have no idea how good you feel.”
If it is one-tenth as good as he feels inside me, Iknow.
Sweat beads along my hairline, the muscles in my thighs and stomach burning as I ride him, chasing an end that is so close, just out of reach.
If it isn’t for the exhaustion in my body, I would never want to stop.
I would ride this wave, this thrum of pleasure so close to being climatic but not quite for as long as I can.
But I’m only human.
My pace falters as my legs weaken.
Alessandro grips me tighter, a rumble building in his chest as he lifts and lowers me on his cock. “You’re close, aren’t you,” he murmurs, lips skimming my jaw. “Touch yourself. Show me how you make yourself come undone.”
