I didn’t wait another second.
I positioned myself between her thighs again, dragging the tip of my cock slowly along her soaked entrance, spreading her wetness even more.
“Still fits like before. Like my body waited for you this whole time.”
“Fuck… your body still recognizes me, Val.”
And mine?
Mine never forgot the way home.
She arched her hips, offering herself completely.
I gripped her hips and pushed in slowly, savoring the delicious resistance of her tight, hot body wrapping around me in perfect, maddening pressure.
“Valentina…” I groaned, eyes closing briefly as I absorbed the sensation. “You’re so tight… so fucking perfect…”
Her nails dug into my shoulders, her mouth opening in a loud, broken moan as I started to move.
Every thrust was longing, desperation, and pure pleasure blended into one. I fucked her without restraint, filling her completely, feeling her body clench around me like it was made for this.
Our mouths collided in a devouring kiss as I drove into her, claiming her completely.
She moaned my name, arching into me, taking every hard, deep thrust I gave her.
The sound of our breathing, of skin slapping skin, filled the kitchen, amplifying the heat and urgency consuming us.
I held her tighter, speeding up, thrusting harder, hearing her moans turn desperate. Her legs wrapped around my waist, nails raking my back, demanding more.
“Like that, Enrico… please… harder…” she begged, her face consumed by pleasure.
I smiled darkly, pressing my forehead to hers as I drove into her even harder.
“You’re going to come again, Valentina. And this time, it’s going to be with me inside you,” I promised into her ear. “I want to feel you break for me.”
Her body answered before she could.
She clenched around me violently, screaming my name as she came again, shaking uncontrollably.
The sensation dragged me over the edge instantly.
“I’m coming with you… fuck…” I growled as pleasure exploded through me.
My orgasm was brutal — intense, devastating. Five years of restraint detonated as I spilled myself deep inside her, filling her completely.
She cried out, nails buried in my back as we held onto each other, trembling, trying not to collapse.
For long seconds, we stayed like that, breathing hard, bodies pressed together.
“Fuck, Val… I came like it was the first time. And it was better than I ever dreamed,” I panted. “Touching you again is like coming home… and realizing I always lived inside you.”
My heart hammered as I looked at her flushed, satisfied face.
I smiled, gripping her waist and lifting her easily off the counter, pressing her to my chest. She gasped, wrapping her arms around my neck instinctively as I headed toward the stairs.
“Enrico… what are you doing?” she asked, breathless and dazed.
My grin widened.
