His tongue leaves a wet trail over my body as he pulls away.
“I need to be inside you like I need air,” he growls. “Fuck, I don’t even need air. I just need you.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”
“I love it when you beg.”
He enters me in a single, brutal thrust, so sudden and deep I cry out, my fingers clawing at the sheets as he holds me in place while I struggle to adjust to his length, before he withdraws and slams back in again and again.
“I need you to move,” I gasp. “I need—”
He watches himself disappear inside me, utterly satisfied. “Fuck. My cock is exactly where it belongs.”
I try to touch him, to touch myself, but he pins my wrists above my head and increases his pace, stealing every option.
His mouth captures mine, his tongue invading as he fucks me relentlessly, before his teeth sink into my neck, hard, and it tips me over the edge, I shatter around him without warning.
I come, and he keeps moving until the last tremor fades, then pulls out suddenly, watching me darkly.
“I don’t remember giving you permission to come yet,” he says.
Before I can protest, he flips me onto my stomach and enters me from behind, his weight pressing me into the mattress as his thrusts drive deep and they steal my breath.
One hand closes around my neck, forcing me further down as he pushes into me again and again.
I’m shaking, desperate, ready to come a second time.
“Whose T-shirt is it?” he demands.
“Adriano,” I choke out as his grip tightens around my neck, because if he doesn’t let me come this time, I swear I’ll make him acquainted with my blade.
He keeps thrusting as my vision blurs, the sensation overwhelming, too much and not nearly enough.
I want it all.
“What did you say?”
“If you’d stop cutting off my oxygen,” I snap, or try to, between gasps, moans, and broken breaths, “you’d actually be able to hear me.”
“Did you just say you can breathe?” he asks.
“Yes,” I reply, not adding that I’m thriving on every sensation right now, that I don’t want him to stop.
He thrusts again and again.
“I know, gorgeous,” he says evenly. “If I wanted you to breathe, I’d let you.”
The pressure, the lack of oxygen, the overwhelming force of him is too much. My vision blurs as his thrusts become harder, faster, his other hand finding my clit.
“Come for me. Now.”
I obey.
Fucking finally.
The orgasm hits me so hard I keep clenching around him until I feel him pulse and spill inside me, coating my walls.
I register, distantly, that I’m on birth control, thank God, because when it comes to him, neither of us knows restraint.
