“I want more,” I whisper against his mouth. “Ineedmore.”
A rasping sound vibrates in his throat. He kisses me one last time, then rises, towering at the foot of the bed. He shoves his sweatpants and underwear down in a rush, giving me no time to prepare for the full sight of him.
His cock is beautiful, just like the man himself. It is large and thick, matching the powerful lines of his body—veined and heavy, the head round and flushed, the tip curving slightly upward.
I clench my thighs instinctively, hit by a jolt of nerves and anticipation. I wonder how it will feel. If it will be too much.
Mesmerized, I watch as he tears the foil with his fingers and rolls the latex down his length, his eyes never leaving mine.
When he crawls back onto the bed, he leans over me and kisses me deeply. I tangle my hands in his hair, starving for him.
“I need to be inside you,” he groans, his voice rough against my lips.
I smile at his urgency, but then he pulls back, searching my eyes, looking for something.
I pull him back down, my hands linking behind his neck.
“Ti desidero,”[LXII]I whisper, opening my legs wider in a clear invitation.
Alexander settles between my thighs. He lines up the heavy head of his cock and begins to glide inside me. The stretch borders on pain, even with how wet I am and how careful he’s being.
When I look down between us, I realize with a jolt he isn’t fully in. I swallow hard and dig my nails into his shoulders.
“I’ll go slow,” he murmurs. His eyes are locked on the precise spot where his body joins mine, captivated by the sight.
He keeps his promise. He penetrates me carefully, inch by inch. He withdraws, then pushes back in with a gentle rocking motion, allowing me time to adjust to his size. He continues this coaxing rhythm until he is finally buried impossibly deep inside me.
We gasp in unison, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. Our breathing is ragged, tangled together.
“Questa è la sensazione più intensa della mia vita.”
Our eyes lock. He braces his weight on one elbow, his other hand coming up to cup my face, his thumb caressing my cheek. Looking right into my soul, he whispers the translation. “This is the most intense feeling of my life.”
“Alexander...” I murmur, unable to piece together my scattered thoughts.
My body moves of its own accord, my spine arching to meet him. Alexander begins to rock against me, sliding out and gliding back in, his eyes never leaving mine.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull his face down, desperate to kiss him, demanding everything he has.
I scream into his mouth when he snaps his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt with a brutal thrust that shifts the pace. His thrusts become harder, deeper. Relentless.
Alexander nips at my ear before lowering his head to capture my nipple in his mouth, sucking in a hard, punishing rhythm that matches his hips.
I toss my head, writhing beneath him, unable to withstand the sensory overload. The room begins to spin. I open my mouth, gasping for air, feeling my pussy tighten. Hot, so incredibly hot.
When he changes the angle, a loud scream tears from my throat as he hits a spot so deep, so sensitive, that my vision whites out.
“That’s it, bella. Let me hear you. Show me how much you like it.”
His voice. God, his voice alone is almost enough to make me come.
I clamp down hard, and the movement tears a loud, strained groan from his throat. His mouth stays pressed against my ear, sending shivers through me, making me squeeze him even tighter inside.
“You’re so tight,” he grinds out, his voice rough with need. “Pure perfection. Made for me.”
He hoists my leg high over his shoulder, opening me to him. The angle shifts. When he begins to thrust at a maddening pace, the pleasure is blinding.
“Alexander... I—oh... I...”
