I need to see her come. I need to feel hercoming apart in my arms.
The room is filled with the sounds of our bodies coming together, the slap of skin against skin, our ragged cries, a raw, primal symphony that speaks of a hunger so deep, so profound, it's almost frightening.
I've never felt this way about anyone. Never felt this all-consuming need to possess, to own, to mark.
But with her, it's different.
She’s not just a fuck. She's not just a conquest.
She's a part of me. A missing piece I never knew was missing.
I’m not going to last. The sight of her, spread out beneath me, her body undulating against me, her cries of pleasure filling the room, it’s too much.
It's too fucking much.
She pulls me down for a kiss, a desperate, hungry kiss that's all teeth and tongue, a clash of wills and desires.
I can feel her body tensing, her muscles tightening as she teeters on the brink of orgasm.
"Let go, sweetheart," I murmur against her lips. "Give it to me."
I reach between us and find her clit, a hard, aching bundle of nerves that's just begging for my touch.
I rub it, a firm, insistent circle, and she cries out, her back arching off the bed, her body convulsing as she flies over the edge.
Her pussy clamps down on me, a series of hard, rhythmic contractions that milk my cock, and it's nearly my undoing.
But I grit my teeth and hold on a bit longer. I want to savor this, savor her, savor the feeling of her coming apart in my arms. I want to be buried so deep in her that she can never wash me away.
Her legs are wrapped around my waist, her heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper, her hips moving in a frantic, desperate rhythm as she rides out her orgasm.
Her face is a mask of pure, unadulterated pleasure, her eyes wide, her lips parted in a silent scream.
It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
"Roberto," she sobs, my name a ragged, desperate prayer. "Roberto."
As her body relaxes, I slow my pace, giving her a moment to catch her breath.
She looks at me, her eyes dark and fathomless in the soft light.
I keep it slow this time, pulling out until just the head of my cock is inside her, then pushing back in, deep and slow, a long, steady glide that has us both gasping.
I want to feel every inch of her. I want her tofeel every inch of me.
I cup her face in my hands, my thumbs stroking her cheekbones. "You're so beautiful," I say, my voice a low, rough murmur. "So fucking beautiful when you come."
A slow, lazy smile spreads across her face. "So are you," she says, her voice a soft, husky whisper.
The words send a fresh surge of lust through me, but I don't feel the urge to fuck her hard and fast like before.
There is a new kind of hunger now. A new kind of need. I lean down, bracing my forearms on either side of her head, and kiss her. It’s a slow, deep kiss, a kiss that’s all about connection and intimacy, as opposed to the raw, primal fucking.
Our tongues tangle, a slow, sensual dance, and I feel a sense of peace settle over me, a feeling of rightness, of home.
This is where I'm meant to be. This is what I've been searching for my entire life without even realizing it.
Her hands are in my hair, her fingers threading through the strands, her touch gentle, but possessive.
