I laid her across her bed and yanked her leggings and panties all the way down, along with her shoes, throwing it all on the floor in a mess she probably wouldn’t have approved of if she wasn’t busy reaching out her arms to pull me to lie on top of her.
“Let me look at you,” I said, my knees on both sides of her, my gaze raking over her, lying fully naked beneath me.
She was more beautiful than I had imagined her under her usually shapeless clothes.
I placed my hand on her thigh and drove it up her body, feeling every inch of her warm, damp skin.
“Angelo,” she breathed out, her hands on my biceps, trekking down my arms, her eyes on the tattoos, as if she wanted to familiarize herself with them by touch. She then placed her palms on my chest and brushed her fingers over the tattoo that reminded me of her. Holding my nape with one hand, she stroked her other hand across my body and tried to push her palm into the opening of my jeans.
I groaned at her touch, laid my full weight on top of her, and kissed her. She writhed under me until she managed to bring my jeans and boxers to my knees, and I kicked them to the floor.
“No restraint, no rules, no right order to do things?” I scoffed against her lips when she grabbed my cock before my clothes were peeled.
I laughed, but I needed that distraction because I was so hard and burning for release after what I had seen in the bathroom mirror and felt beneath me now. And if she kept rubbing her hand over me like that, I was going to come right there.
She lingered on the tip.
“Uncircumcised.” I grinned, lifting my head to look into her face as I said that. The few women I had been with since I had arrived in the U.S. were usually surprised.
June swallowed, breathed, and licked her lips, as if she were parched. I knew what she wanted. She was finally easy to read.
I bent my head and kissed her. A deep kiss, incinerating. This woman, who didn’t like to sweat and get wet, was drenched, kissing me with all her might, touching me like I’d disappear if she didn’t.
Our hands trailed each other’s body. I raked my hand down her side and wrapped her leg around me. June chafed her hands down my back to my ass and nudged me down, begging me wordlessly to be inside her.
But after all the jagged words she’d thrown at me today, after all the ways she had avoided talking to me, I wanted to hear her say it.
“Say it, June,” I whispered against her jaw as I kissed along it toward her ear. “Tell me what you want. You don’t hesitate to demand things, so say it.”
She shifted her head and looked at me furiously. At least, as furious as she could muster when my cock was almost where she needed it.
“You’ll have to let go and say it. I know you want to. So, tell me what you want, June. Tell me that—”
“I want you tofuckme, okay?” she expelled.
“Good. Now ask nicely.”
She pierced me with her eyes. “Fuck me, Angelo.”
It sounded more like a command but I liked it. “With pleasure. Was that so hard?” I smirked.
I then planted a kiss on her lips, and with my eyes holding hers, I pushed into her. I wanted to see her face, her eyes, when I did.
I watched her eyes flicker. I then thrust again, slowly, feeling every centimeter of me and her together. I groaned at the sensation—she was so wet and tight. I went slow at first, wanting to cherish this feeling, this first time with her.
June bucked her pelvis up, pressing me further into her with her hands on my back and her thighs at my waist, wanting more, demanding more.
I kissed her and grazed my hand over her as I increased the pace, looking at her as I fucked her thoroughly, deep and hard, in relentless thrusts.
“Oh, God, yes. Fuck,” she moaned so loudly that the whole studio filled with the sound.
“Better than the ice cream?” I whispered in her ear.
“Fuck you,” she breathed out.
“Always,” I half-grunted, half-chuckled.
I kissed her lips, and she opened her eyes. We looked at each other. Like that picture of her I had taken in the car that day on the beach, I wanted to remember this, too—her eyes, her face when I was inside her.
