“I want you... inside... me. Just you, with nothing between us.”
A rough growl tears from his throat as he takes my mouth in a deep kiss, then pulls away, getting rid of his boxer briefs before settling between my thighs.
From this angle, he looks devastating, every muscle in his body tense, his cock pulsing.
Alexander doesn’t enter me at once. He wraps a firm hand around himself, guiding the thick head, slick with pre-cum, along my entrance. He thumps the tip on my clit, once, twice, before dragging it over the swollen nerve, pressing exactly where it aches until my back arches with a broken whimper, begging for more.
“Patience, Cecilia,” he teases, though his own voice betrays his desperation.
He repeats the torture for what feels like an eternity until, finally, he lines himself up and slides in inch by inch. Stretching me to the brink of pain, filling me completely.
His gaze is locked on the place where our bodies join. I touch his arm and he looks up; we feel every inch of that push mirrored in our locked eyes, his face tight with pleasure.
But the moment he feels my body clamp down around him, he thrusts hard, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. It rips a loud groan from both of us. Our bodies lock together with the slap of skin, hips colliding in pure relief.
We stay like that, moaning together. He fills me, and he heals me.
Alexander buries his face in my neck, his hot breath washing over my skin. He begins to move with a relentless, driving rhythm, pulling back almost completely before sinking deep again.
“I was wrong...” he grunts. “Being inside you is the best feeling of my life. But feeling you like this... skin on skin... so hot, so soft...Dio, you were made to be mine... we fit perfectly.”
Emotion floods my chest, so strong that I can no longer hold it back. The words have been stuck in my throat for days, clawing to get out.
“Ti amo, Alexander,” I whisper, my voice trembling.
He freezes. His body tenses over mine, and he lifts his head to stare at me. His gaze is intense.
“Ti amo, amore. I love you,” he says, his voice fierce.
He lowers his head, kissing my chest, my shoulders, tasting every inch of skin his mouth can reach. I feel tears prick my eyes at the emotions in his face. His large hands leave my waist, trailing up the length of my arms until they reach my wrists. He closes around them and pins my arms above my head, lacing our fingers together.
His eyes hold mine as he looms over me.
“Say it again,” he demands, his voice rough as he begins to move inside me once more.
“Ti amo,” I gasp, the pleasure bleeding into the confession.
“Again,” he urges, driving deep. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Ti amo! Ti amo, Alexander!”
“I love you too, Cecilia,” he growls back, his voice hoarse. “More than words can ever say.”
He pulls almost all the way out, then snaps his hips forward, driving back in with everything he has.
Alexander finds the perfect rhythm. He holds my wrists in just one hand and with the other, he hikes my thigh higher, opening me completely to him, taking me at a pace that gets harder and faster.
The slap of our bodies colliding, skin on skin, fills the room. Alexander whispers my name against my skin. I moan, whimper, even laugh in sheer disbelief at how good it feels. He alternates between kissing and biting my neck.
My body answers him as it only ever does with Alexander. My back arches, my hips rising to meet every stroke, every nerve on fire. The pressure in my lower belly coils tight, spreading heat. It’s a sensation so intense it borders on pain.
Alexander tightens his grip on my wrists. “Like this, Cecilia. Just feel me. Feel what you do to me. What I make you feel,” he commands.
His words sink into me, and he picks up the pace, every thrust deeper, until my vision begins to blur.
“Come for me, Cecilia. Come for me, amore,” he orders.
And I fall. A second climax bursts through me. My scream, this time, is hoarse and helpless. He covers my mouth with his own. The orgasm makes me lose all sense of my own body, but Alexander doesn’t let me go; his gaze holds me in place.
