“Same rule,” she spoke against his lips, and Elias refrained from chuckling.
“Not even on your birthday?” he teased.
“I need to be able to walk tomorrow. Unless you plan on carrying…huh!”
She cut off with a gasp as Elias began to slowly push in. “Fair point, baby.” He nipped her lower lip. “But I don’t think limping would be too bad,” he finished as he bottomed out.
“You wouldn’t,” she countered, her pussy tightening around him, and Elias buried his face in her neck.
He pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in slowly, and he placed kisses along her neck to her jawline. He didn’t have all night, but he would still take his time.
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Eri’s fingers dug into Elias’ skin as he gave her deep strokes. Each one pushing a moan past her lips. She would swear she could feel every inch of him, and each time hebottomed out, she would have been positive that he was in her stomach, if that were possible.
She knew that well-endowed men existed, but Eri could honestly say she hadn’t been with one until Elias. In all honesty, she thought they were a rarity. Something akin to an urban legend, but here she was, with her very own living, breathing unicorn.
He bit her neck as he gave her a harder thrust, and she gasped from both sensations. Elias had only been fucking her for a few minutes, and already she felt overwhelmed. What was it with this man and making her feel suffocated in the best way?
“Baby,” she moaned softly.
He pulled his face from her neck to look at her. “Tell me what you want, Amate.”
So much. Eri wanted so much that she didn’t know where to start with her request, how to voice that she wanted him to give her more than what she thought she could handle. How she wanted to lose herself in pleasure. The way she wanted him to let go, not to hold back because he thought it might set her off.
The words ran together in her mind. Jumbled in a cacophony that she couldn’t pluck a tangible thought from. Instead of answering him verbally, she took Elias’ face in her hands, kissed him, and brushed her thumbs under his ears. He moaned against her lips as he pulled out, jutted his hips, and thrust in harder than he had the previous times.
Eri knew the area was sensitive. She remembered the way he’d reacted the first time she'd stumbled upon it, and was not opposed to using it to get what she wanted, since words seemed to escape her. She did it again, eliciting the same reaction.
“Please,” she begged against his lips, words soft, lilted like a quiet whine, and damn did she hope he knew what she wanted, what she was pleading for. Eri caught his bottom lip between her teeth for emphasis.
Elias sat up between her legs, draping one over his forearm. Both hands went to her waist, his dick making a slow retreat before pulling her to meet his inward thrust. Their skin resounded through the room, followed closely by Eri.
“Fuck!” she exclaimed. She didn’t care what science said, or the impossibility of it, because she felt every inch of that thrust in her stomach, as if he’d been trying to burst through it into her chest.
“Is that what you wanted, Amate?” When Eri didn’t respond immediately, he gave her another punishing thrust. “Answer me, baby.”
“Yes, please, just like that.”
It was as if she’d said the magic words because he began giving her steady thrusts. Just as deep as he had been before, with more weight behind them. It felt like he was knocking the air out of her lungs with each thrust. The perfect combination of pleasure and pain. It was exactly what she needed.
He could give her slow and steady another time. However, on their first time together after she’d told him what happened, she didn’t want him to treat her as if she were fragile, as if he were afraid of breaking her. Eri wanted him to fuck her the way he would if it’d never happened.
Elias brushed against that sweet spot with each entry, and Eri knew it wouldn’t be long before he had her cumming again. She could feel the heat coiling in her stomach, the distinct rise of pleasure swirling and rushing to her pussy. Itwas right there, right at the precipice. She only needed a little more to…
“Sii una brava ragazza e vieni per me, Amate.”
That fucking did it. “Fuck,” Eri breathed as she came, like her voice had been stolen from her. She had no idea what he’d said, but it had pushed her over the edge, causing her to gush like a damn waterfall.
Eri pulled him down into a kiss, and her tongue immediately took residence in his mouth. She kissed him like she was trying to steal the air from his lungs, fill hers with it in order to breathe. At this point, she wasn’t sure it was such a far-fetched idea. Her legs shook, walls still spasming as she came down from her release, and he kissed her through it. Seamlessly taking control of the kiss she’d initiated.
When he pulled away from the kiss, he slipped an arm under her back and flipped them over. Eri placed her hands on his chest as she looked down at him. His dick was still buried deep inside of her.
“Ride me,” he commanded.
She tilted her head and pouted at him. “Why do I have to work on my birthday?” she teased. Hell, he’d done most of the work on his birthday, but Eri didn’t mind riding him. She only wanted to give him a hard time about it.
Elias smirked at her. His hands gripped her ass as he lifted her off his dick. When he pulled her down, he thrust up, meeting her halfway, and Eri was grateful for her hands on his chest, or she would have been sent careening forward.
