I start to move, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in, slow and deliberate.
Her nails dig into my back, a sharp sting that only adds to the pleasure.
I pick up the pace, my movements becoming more forceful, more demanding. I'm hitting that spot deep inside her, the one that makes her see stars, and she's meeting me thrust for thrust, her body moving with mine, a perfect, rhythmic dance.
Her breathless cries fill the room, a beautiful, wanton melody.
"Youfeel so good," she whispers, her words a jumble of pleasure and praise. "So deep, so... oh, God, Antonio, don't stop."
I have no intention of stopping.
I reach between us, my fingers finding her clit, and I rub her in tight circles, matching the rhythm of my hips.
Her body tenses, her back arching.
"That's it, dolcezza," I encourage, my lips against her ear. "Come for me. Let me feel you."
Her orgasm rips through her, a violent, beautiful thing.
"Oh, God, I love you," she screams, her body convulsing around my cock. "I love you so much. Again. Antonio. More."
I pick up the pace again, my movements becoming faster, harder.
Her body meets me, thrust for thrust, her hips rising to meet mine.
"You like that, don't you?" I murmur. "You like it when I fuck you so well your legs just give out on you. You like it when I fill you up, stretch you so wide it hurts."
"Yes," she moans, her head thrashing from side to side. Her hands move to my ass, pulling me deeper.
The bed creaks under us, a rhythmic protest against our frantic coupling.
The sounds of our bodies coming together, the wet, slick sounds, the slapping of skin against skin, the ragged, desperate breaths, the moans and the cries... I can't take it anymore.
I feel the familiar tightening in my balls, the tell-tale tingle at the base of my spine. I'm close. So close.
But she's not ready yet.
I want to see her face when she comes again. I want to watch her fall apart.
"Elsa," I grunt. "Get on top."
I flip us over, so she’s straddling me, her hair a wild tangle around her shoulders, her lips swollen and red.
"Ride me, dolcezza. Make yourself come on my cock."
She looks down at me, her eyes dark, a feral glint in them that I've never seen before. She looks like a predator, a goddess, a queen.
She leans down, her hands on my chest, her lips finding mine.
Then she sits up, her hands braced on my chest as she starts to move.
And it’s a glorious sight.
Her breasts bounce with every movement, her nipples hard, her back arched, her head thrown back.
My wife. Somedaysoon.
The mother of my children.
