I could stay like this forever. Buried inside her, her body wrapped around mine.
I lean down and take her nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. She shivers, her body stirring to life again.
"Roberto," she whispers, her voice a hoarse rasp. "I can't."
"Yes, you can," I say, my voice a low rumble. "Again.
I thrust into her, a slow, deliberate stroke that hits a place deep inside her.
She gasps, her back arching.
"Again," she repeats, her voice breathy and submissive.
I smile against her skin. She's learning.
I repeat the movement, again and again, a slow, deliberate rhythm that has her climbing again.
I want to take her apart. I want to reduce her to a quivering, sobbing mess.
I want to be the only one who’s ever made her feel this way.
I want to ruin her for anyone else.
The thought is a jolt, a sudden, possessive surge that’s so strong it almost takes my breath away.
This isn't just sex.
This is something more.
Something dangerous.
Something I have no business wanting.
But I do.
God help me, I do.
I increase my pace, my movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. I’m chasing my own release now, the need for it a primal, undeniable urge.
Her legs tighten around my waist, her hips rising to meet me, thrust for thrust.
She’s with me, every step of theway.
Her breath hitches, her body starting to tighten.
"I'm close," she gasps. "So close."
I pick up speed again and push her to the edge with hard pumps that pull a high moan out of her with each one. I can feel the coil tightening in my own belly, a hot, heavy pressure.
She’s clawing at my back now, her nails leaving stinging trails, her cries of pleasure a desperate, ragged chant.
"Look at me," I command, my voice a harsh growl.
Her eyes flutter open, and they're dazed with pleasure, unfocused. She's so close. I need to see her when she falls.
"Roberto," she sobs.
"I want to mark you," I growl. "Mine."
