My whole world shrank down to the absolute nirvana he was creating between my legs as he licked and stroked me with his tongue and lips. One of his hands slid around from the grip he had on my ass. As he sucked the little bundle of nerves with intensifying pressure, his finger slid inside me. A gush of wetness coated my inner thighs.
“Sandro…”
“So sweet,” he hummed against my slick pussy.
My breaths were coming in tiny pants, and I felt my walls grip his finger. He added a second finger and slowly pushed them deeper inside me.
“Ohhh…” I gasped.
I whimpered as his mouth pulled away and opened my eyes. He was looking up at me, watching my face as he pumped his fingers slowly in and out. His eyes were shining sapphires in the candlelight, evidence of my arousal glistening around his mouth.
“Sandro,” I moaned. “Please…” I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for. But apparently, he did.
His eyes darkened. Slipping his fingers out of me, he grabbed my hips, turning me to fall on the bed.
He pushed hisboxers off, and I watched in fascination as he opened the condom wrapper with his teeth and then slid it on over his thick erection.
“Like what you see, Angel?”
I glanced up, my face heating.
A small smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth.
I nodded, fighting a smile.
Then he lowered himself on top of me. His mouth found mine, and I tasted myself on his tongue as he deepened the kiss. His body was heavy, but I’d never felt so safe. His left knee slid between my legs and pressed against my inner thigh, spreading my legs for him.
As his hand reached between us and grabbed his cock, he pulled back and held my eyes. “Last chance. You’re sure?” His voice was thick with need.
“Yes,” I whispered. I wanted nothing more than to be closer to him. Let him be part of me. Lifting my hips and spreading my legs wider, I added, “Please.”
He held my gaze as he lined up the head of his cock and pushed slowly in, stretching me. He did that a few times, pulling out and gently pushing back in just a few inches.
“This okay?” His face was strained, his forearms trembling like he was holding himself back. When I nodded, lost in him, he pushed a little deeper inside me. “You feel so fucking good,” he groaned. He kissed my cheek, my nose, my mouth as his hips thrust forward, going deeper. “You’re doing so good.”
A whimper escaped me as he stretchedme, the burn both painful and exhilarating. My legs began to shake with need and anticipation.
His forehead pressed against mine as his hips thrust harder. His breathing picked up. “Almost there.”
My fingers gripped his hair as the pain grew more intense.
His mouth found mine. He bit my bottom lip, taking the focus off the pain between my legs. Then licked and sucked my lips while moaning my name. “Hang on, Angel. You’re so fucking tight.” He pressed his mouth against mine and thrust his cock hard. His pelvis seated against my clit. He rolled his hips, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. “That’s it, you have all of me. Such a good fucking girl, Lennon.”
My face heated at his words. His praise, his pleasure. It was a high I never wanted to come down from.
As he slowly dragged his hard length out of me, and pushed back in to the hilt, the burn turned into pure, white-hot pleasure.
Our bodies became slick, his warm breath in my ear adding to the high. “Thank you for gifting me your virginity. You know what this means, Angel… this means you’re fucking mine.” He changed the angle of his thrusts, picking up speed, hitting a spot inside of me that had me seeing stars.
And then…
Someone was pounding on the door.
We both stilled, our gazes clashing.
Sandro moved my hair off my sweaty face, planted a kiss on my lips and then slid out of me. The ache of loss of his body in and on mine was immediate. I felt empty.
“Stay here.”
