I nod, unable to speak.
He smiles. "Good."
He kisses me, and I can taste myself again on his tongue. It's a dirty, intimate taste, and it makes me moan.
He finally unbuckles his pants and pushes them and his boxer briefs down just enough to free his cock.
His cock springs free, hard and thick and beautiful.
I wrap my hand around him, and he groans, his head dropping to my shoulder. He’s hot and heavy in my hand, the skin soft, the steel beneath it unyielding.
I stroke him, my thumb brushing over the head, spreading the bead of moisture that gathers there.
He’s big. Bigger than I expected.
A thrill of fear and excitement shoots through me.
I've never had someone that big before.
In fact, my experience is pretty limited. I should be afraid.
But he’s going to feel so good inside me.
I can't wait.
He stills my hand, his grip firm. "Not like this," he says.
He shifts, and then he’s over me, his forearms braced on either side of my head. He nudges my legs wider with his knees, settling between my thighs.
I am completely open to him.
My body is humming withanticipation.
He reaches down, his hand wrapping around his cock. He guides himself to my entrance, his cock pressing against me.
He doesn’t move, just holds himself there, a teasing pressure that has me squirming beneath him.
“Roberto,” I say, my voice a ragged plea.
He looks down at me, his eyes dark. "Are you sure?"
I nod. "Yes. Please."
He pushes forward, just a little, a slow, deliberate invasion. He's so big he stretches me, a slight burn that’s quickly replaced by a deep, aching pleasure.
He pushes in deeper, inch by agonizing inch, giving me time to adjust. He’s watching my face, his eyes intense, looking for any sign of discomfort.
There is none.
Only a deep, primal need.
I want all of him.
Finally, he’s buried to the hilt, our bodies flush.
Chapter Ten
Roberto
