The pleasure is so intense it’s almost pain. I’m home. I’m finally home.
She cries out, her hands fisting in the couch cushions.
"You're so big," she moans.
"You can take it," I say, my voice rough. "You were made to take my cock."
I pause, buried to the hilt, and just feel her. Feel her tight heat wrapped around me. I can’t believe I almost gave this up. I can’t believe I let her push me away.
I give her a second to adjust to my size, then I pull out, leaving just the tip inside her, before I slam back into her.Hard.
"Yes," she cries out. "More."
So I give her more. I set a brutal pace, my hips pistoning against her, my balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. I watch my cock disappear into her body, over and over, and the sight is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
She meets me thrust for thrust, pushing back against me, taking everything I give her, and begging for more. The sounds she’s making are driving me insane, a symphony of whimpers and moans and cries of my name.
I love it. I love that I’m the one making her feel this way.
I've never felt particularly possessive over a woman before. But with Elsa… it’s different. I want to mark her. I want everyone to know she's mine. I want to fuck her in the conference room, in my office, on my desk. I want to bend her over the hood of my car and take her from behind in a parking garage. I want to fall asleep inside her. I want to be inside her all the fucking time.
The thought is so primal, so intense, it shocks me.
This isn't enough. I want to be skin to skin. I want to feel all of her.
I pull out, and she makes a sound of protest.
I don’t give her a chance to say anything. I pull her off the arm of the couch and guide her to lie back on the cushions.
"On your back," I say, following her down and covering her body withmine. "I want to see you."
I spread her legs with my knees and enter her again, and this time it's different. Slower. Deeper.
I’m looking in her eyes as I sink into her, inch by inch, torturing us both. I watch the pleasure wash over her face as I fill her. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown with desire, and they’re locked on mine. I know she feels it too.
This is more than just sex.
This is inevitable.
"Antonio," she whispers, and her hands are in my hair, pulling me down for a kiss.
It’s a messy, desperate kiss, all teeth and tongue and need.
Chapter Thirty
Elsa
He’s kissing me like he’s trying to crawl inside my soul.
His tongue slides against mine, and I can taste myself on him. It’s dirty and depraved, and it makes me want to do things I’ve never even thought of before.
He’s still inside me, heavy and hard, stretching me out past the point of pleasure. Almost pain. I feel like I’m going to die if he doesn’t move.
"Antonio," I gasp against his mouth. "Fuck me."
He starts to move, and this new angle is devastating. I feel him everywhere. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire. He’s hitting a spot deep inside me, a place no one has ever touched before, and it’s sending sparks through my entire body.
"Right there," I moan, my head falling back against the couch cushions. "Don't stop. Don't ever fucking stop."
