Mateo Ricci
“Jesus…you’re fucking beautiful,” I gasp.
She reaches for me, her hands raking welts down my belly. She’s writhing, twisting, her sweet pussy clutching, and it’s driving me to the brink. I plow into her so roughly I’m sure we’ll both be bruised in the morning, but right now, it’s what we both need. An instant later, I feel her freeze and then buck against me so hard I almost lose my grip on her.
“Yes!” she shouts. “Fuck…fuck! Yes! I’m coming! I’m fucking coming!” The woman has no fear of expressing herself, that’s for sure. I grit my teeth, taking deep breaths in through my nostrils as I watch her and try to hold back my own explosion. It’s not lost on me that I’m fucking her bareback, and the last thing we need is another disaster on our hands. Dario has just fathered twins, yet he swears blind Nikki was on birth control.
I count to ten to control myself. Andy’s back is arched, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she continues to surge against me. It’s only when I see the taut line of her body relax that I allow myself one final thrust and then pull out and let myself go. Thick cream showers her belly to her breasts, and I almost buckle as I pump the length of my shaft, drawing out the pleasure.
“Fuck…fuck! Goddamit!” I grind out.
She’s staring at me, eyes wide. When she reaches a hand down to trail a fingertip through my come, I almost lose it again when I watch her dip it into her mouth and suck on it.
“My God…” she heaves out.
“I needed that.” It’s my turn to stare now. And then I sink onto the bed beside her and pull her into my arms.
“Are you okay?” I ask as she presses her face into the curve of my neck.
“Better than okay,” she murmurs against my skin. She’s silent for a while, and I sense her breathing growing deeper. “Much better,” she adds. Her voice is thick, her body molding against mine.
“I’m glad,” I say softly. That’s probably the most intense fuck I’ve ever had. She doesn’t answer, though, and from the rhythm of her breath, I realize that she’s drifted off to sleep.
∞∞∞
The first light of morning is touching her face when I open my eyes hours later. She’s peaceful at rest, and I use this moment to take in her features. We’ve seldom been alone together, and even then, there’d always been a hard edge to her expression. A cynicism that took the sweetness from her. But now, like this, she’s almost painfully lovely.
I feel a swirl of guilt, knowing that what happened last night can’t lead anywhere. Yet I can’t help brushing my lips over her forehead. She stirs and stretches against me. At some point in the night, we’d moved into the center of the bed, and she rolls over now. Her lashes flutter as she looks up at me almost shyly.
“Hey,” she says softly. I brush a stray curl from her forehead and smile back at her.
“Hey yourself,” I say. She stretches again and grins.
“I’m sore,” she murmurs, brushing her mound against my thigh. Regret surges through me. She’d asked me to take her hard…maybe it was too much?
“I’m sorry, I—”
“Don’t be sorry,” she stops me, leaning onto an elbow and nibbling my jaw. “I was going to suggest you rub it better.” She winks. “With your cock.”
Jesus, this woman has no reservations about sex.
I chuckle. “I’m sure that can be arranged.”
“And maybe a shower?” she says, dipping her head and sniffing herself. “I stink.”
My chuckle deepens. “You smell pretty good to me,” I say. I slide a hand to her breast, but she’s already up and swinging her legs off the bed. The picture she paints as she looks over her shoulder at me would drive a priest to sin.
“Come with me,” she says, stepping into a room that I guess is the bathroom. By the time I get there, she’s standing beneath a stream of water that’s misting the glass of the stall. I pull the door open, and she hands me a bar of soap. “Know how to use this?” she asks lightly.
“I think I can figure it out,” I chuckle. She turns her back to me, and I begin lathering her smooth skin. Her hair is streaming down her back in wet trails, and I brush it forward over her shoulder.
“I haven’t cleaned up since I left my apartment,” she says. “It’s been…it’s been a nightmare.” She shudders, and I let my fingers play over the tense lines of her back.
“We’ll figure it out,” I say soothingly, and she sighs.
“Thank you,” she murmurs.
“For finding me. For not leaving. For…for last night.”
