With a quick, decisive movement, I spin her around. Her hands fly out, bracing against the wall to steady herself. She’s completely at my mercy, her back to me, the dress dipping low, leaving the skin of her back waiting for my touch.
I press against her, pushing my cock against her ass.
"But I really think you're going to like losing this one," I whisper, my lips against her ear.
I lower myself to my knees, my hands sliding up her legs, pushing the hem of her dress up. To my absolute fucking delight, she's not wearing panties. Just the garter belt and stockings.
My control snaps. My hands are on her ass, squeezing her, pulling her cheeks apart to get a good, long look at her pussy. She’s dripping. Her arousal is glistening on her lips, her inner thighs. The sight makes my own arousal spike.
The scent of her fills my head, and it's intoxicating. I press my face against her, inhaling her scent, before I part her with my tongue.
She moans, her head falling back as I lick her slowly, taking my sweet time. Her body trembles, her knees buckling, and I hold her with my hands on her hips.
I take her clit into my mouth and suck, and she cries out, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the wall. Her hips rock against me, and I meet her movements, my tongueplunging deep.
She's so responsive, so uninhibited, and it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I want to live between her legs.
I want to worship her.
To ruin her.
To own her.
She moans, her body arching, her legs shaking. "Antonio, please," she begs, her voice a ragged whisper.
"What do you want, dolcezza?" I ask, my lips brushing against her ear. "Tell me what you want."
"I want... I want you to fuck me," she says, her breath catching. "Please, Antonio. I want you to fuck me so hard."
I grin. "I don't know if you're ready for that," I tease. "How are we going to get all these boxes down if you can't stand?"
"Fuck the boxes," she says, her voice a ragged whisper. "Fuck me."
I love the taste of her, the feel of her, the sounds she makes.
I could do this forever.
But I don't have forever. Not with my cock so hard it's aching.
I rise slowly, moving my lips along her skin as I go. Over the curve of her ass. I nip at the sensitive skin along her spine, and she shudders, a soft moan escaping her lips.
I nibble on the delicate skin of her neck as I find the zipper on the side of the dress. I pull it down, the sound of the teeth separating in the quiet apartment loud.
The dress falls to her feet in a pool of black.
I trace the curve of her hip, my fingers dancing over her skin. Then I move to her breasts, my hands cupping them, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. They pebble under my touch, and I can't resist. I pinch them, and she cries out, her body arching, pressing back against me.
I can feel the heat of her, the need in her. I trail a line of kisses down her neck, my teeth grazing her skin, my tongue soothing the sting. I feel her pulse fluttering against my lips.
I slide my cock between her legs, nestling it right up against her wet, warm pussy. I don't enter her, not yet. I just move back and forth, teasing her, feeling her slick against me. She tries to move, tries to get me where she wants me, but I hold her still with a firm grip on her hip.
"Antonio," she says, her voice a desperate plea.
With my other hand, I take a fistful of her hair and pull her head back before plundering her with my tongue. She tastes like sin and salvation, like home.
I could spend hours kissing her.
But I don't think either of us will last hours.
