I cup her cheeks and dip my mouth to kiss her, letting her taste her arousal on my tongue and the hunger I feel for her. I bring my hand to her tits, sliding my thumb over her nipples until she starts moaning, rocking her hips over mine as my sinks deeper into her. “You’re perfect. The most beautiful woman I have ever met,” I rasp between kisses. “Every inch of you is flawless,mia stellina. You could drive a man to his knees. You drive me to mine!”
She rocks forward, crying out as she seas herself fully on my thighs. As I fill her, stretch her to completion, she's squeezing my cock, tight around me like a vise.
“Oh God,” she cries out, dropping her head to my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her and hold her tightly to me, ignoring the ache in my balls begging for me to rock into her and take her. Make her mine.
“Perfetta.Mia Stellina,” I growl, nuzzling her neck and kissing the love bite I left on her skin last night. "Are you okay?"
“Yeah,” she whimpers, rolling her hips slowly against mine to test the connection. “It feels…oh!” she gasps when I rock into her. “Oh God, Antonio…do it again.”
“You like that?” I rasp, my chest heavy with need as I band my hands around her waist and rock up into her. She moans, tightening her hands around my shoulders as her hips begin to move restlessly over mine. It’s tempting, so fucking tempting to spin her onto the couch and hammer into her like an animal, but I don't want to test my bad leg and ruin the moment.
Fucking hell, Marco Bortelli is going to pay for this!
“Antonio,” Emilia moans when I guide her to lift her hips slightly before pulling her back onto my cock. “Oh God…again.”
I would laugh at her bossy nature outside treatment if my balls weren’t threatening to explode. Fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can hold on when she feels so warm and tight, pulsing around my cock. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight!” I growl, gripping her hips, my cock sawing into her hot flesh.
She moans, and her movements grow frantic, moaning as she rubs her tits against my chest. When I feel myself teeter dangerously closer to the edge, I drop a hand between us and stroke her clit with the pad of my thumb as she rides me. Her lips part with gasping breaths, and her movements grow frantic.
“Oh God, Antonio,” she chants, nails digging into my shoulders as her hips rock faster and more desperate over mine until…
“Antonio!” she screams, throwing her head back as her pussy locks hard around my shaft before releasing with a shudder that rolls through her body. I rock into her, one, twice before letting go as I flood her with my cum. I bury my face in her neck and suck hard on her skin as violent tremors crash over us, fierce and destructive.
I hold on tightly to her as I rock up, pumping my dick into her and finally empty myself into her hot pussy. There’s pain and pleasure, both of which I’ve never felt with anyone before. Never quite as strong.
Mine.
The word echoes in my head over and over again as the wet squelching from our connection fills the library. She rocks slowly against me, moaning with pleasure as we squeeze out every drop of pleasure until we’re both drained.
Mine.
My body and mind acknowledge the fact that no one will ever make me feel the way this woman does. Even as my heart fights the notion, it’s a fact that I’ll never want anyone as much as I want her.
But I can’t have her.
Not forever.
Nothing lasts forever.
***
“Did you have lunch?”
Emilia’s head rests on my chest, her soft breath fanning my throat most tantalizingly, and when she turns her head to look at me, I can’t help but admire just how beautiful she looks.
“Lunch? You’re thinking about food?” she laughs.
I smirk. “What can I say? We worked up an appetite after that. Or would you like me to eat something else?” I ask, leaning in to nibble her lips and making her laugh. “You look so fucking beautiful when you laugh. I love the sound of it.”
She flushes, ducking her head as she avoids meeting my eyes. "Let's head down and see if we can grab something from the kitchen," she says. Her flush deepens as her eyes drop between our naked bodies. “We should, umm…probably clean up first.”
“Good idea.”
She winces as I help her straighten up, grabbing her sweater from where I tossed it earlier and helping her into it. “There’s a bathroom down the hallway, let’s use that one.”
She nods, blushing again when I grab her torn panties and shove them into my pocket before grabbing my cane andfollowing her out. We don’t talk much as we clean up. Her flush deepens, turning her cheeks apple red as I run a wet towel between her thighs and clean up the evidence of our lovemaking.
“I can do that,” she argues, reaching for the towel, but I shake my head.
