When my body stops shuddering, he removes his tongue and uses it to lick me clean, all the while murmuring praise like I’m his favourite meal.
My vision is still blurry when he comes up for air, but it sharpens on a visual of him grasping his cock in his fist. His boxers have been roughly tossed to the floor and he’s staring at me like a crazed lion about to pounce.
My lips part and he falls over me, anchoring one arm into the bed while he angles his cock at my entrance with the other. When he said he’d try to take it slow, he was being overly optimistic. Just one sharp thrust of his hips and he’s all the way inside.
Full.So full.
His eyes fall closed above me and he wets his lips as I acclimate to the pressure. His arm comes up my body, feeling its way to my breast which he handles greedily with a rough palm. I place my hands on his chest, feeling the hard muscles clenching and shaking with the effort of holding himself up.
I’m taking in the beauty of his face when his lids lift, fanning long dark lashes over me. He whispers three little words.
“Mine. All. Mine.”
Then he withdraws right to the tip, bites his bottom lip, then drives back in all the way to my hilt. I cry out.
The shock of being pounded mingles with the pleasure of all my nerve endings being stimulated at once. If this is sex, God only knows what I was having before because it simply doesn’t compare.
Having Augusto above me and inside me is overwhelming and so good. The sensations are too much and not enough.
He lowers his head and kisses me hard, moaning gutturally as he impales me, deep and rhythmic. The force of each thrust knocks the breath from my lungs, each puff a gasp escalating in volume.
It only takes minutes before the sound of our fucking—groans, growls, moans, whimpers, and the sordid, dirtyslap,slap, slapof our sweaty thighs slamming together—fills the room.
A lick of heat starts up where his cock is rubbing and spreads outward like a flame. I can’t be coming. It’s not possible. I’ve never had an orgasm this way before. I’m just not one of those women.
Suddenly, my vision explodes. My fingernails dig into his shoulders as he pounds into me, driving my orgasm to its very limit. I’m shuddering in his arms as he takes my left knee and shoves it up against my chest, deepening the angle.
Oh God, again?My nails scratch lines down his beautiful marbled chest and my back arches, levitating me off the bed.
“God, Augusto!”
“Fucking hell, you’re sosexy,” he growls, as he ruts harder and harder. My final orgasm rips through me so sharply I almost black out. I vaguely sense Augusto ramming into me once more, then stilling as hot come floods out of him.
Lowering to his elbows, he buries his face into my neck, panting breathlessly.
I wrap my tired arms around his back. His skin is damp from his attempts at restraint. I place delicate kisses to his shoulder while he breathes me deep into his lungs.
Lying here beneath this enormous man who wants nothing more than to keep me safe, while his cock rests inside me and his lips press hotly into the curve of my neck, I’m happier than I’ve felt in a very long time. If his weight wasn’t pressing on me, I’d be floating up into the air right about now.
The clock on the wall says it’s six a.m. which means we’ve been going at it for an hour and I’ve hardly slept. As if he’s just read my thoughts, he lifts his head, showing a softness to his features that wasn’t there before. He gently sweeps some hair out of my face and presses a velvety kiss to my lips. Melting into him, I open up and let his tongue explore me.
We lie here kissing like teenagers for another half hour, then Augusto rolls to the side, curls a hand around my waist and pulls my back into his rippled abs.
Then he mutters into my ear what may as well be the holy grail.
“We’ll skip breakfast.”
Erin
My dreams are filled with dark eyes, ripped bodies and rough hands, fingers wetting themselves in my arousal and bringing me endless pleasure.
A moan slips from my mouth, rousing me from a slumber. Seconds later, I’m barely conscious of a hand between my thighs, and shaking with the laziest of orgasms as Augusto plays with me, even as I sleep.
His voice is raspy and filled with lust as it glides through my ears. “You’redrenched, my little villainess.”
“That’s what happens when you play with me all night,” I whisper, huskily.
“Not all night,” he smiles against my hair. “Just the last hour. You’ve come twice, by the way.”
