My core clenches.
"Okay," I whisper.
His grip on my wrist loosens. His hand slides up my arm, over my shoulder, down my spine.
"Now," he says. "It's time to see you fuck yourself like the good girl you are."
Oh God.
I push myself up. My hands shake as I reach for his pants, tugging them down his hips. He lifts slightly to help me, and I pull them off completely.
He's naked now.
All of him.
His cock stands thick and hard against his stomach.
I wrap my hand around him. He's hot. Velvet over steel.
Bruno groans.
I lean down.
My tongue slides along the length of him. Base to tip. Slow. Wet.
"Fuck." His hips jerk. His hand fists in my hair. "Antonella?—"
I take the head of him into my mouth. Swirl my tongue around it. Coat him with saliva until he's slick and glistening.
He moans.
The sound is raw. Desperate.
I've never heard anything so beautiful.
I release him with a soft pop. Look up at his face.
His chest heaves with each breath.
"Get on my cock," he says. "Now."
I position myself over him. My knees on either side of his hips. The tip of him pressing against my entrance.
I'm wet. Dripping. Ready.
I lower myself slowly.
The stretch is intense. He's big. Bigger than I realized. My body resists for a moment, then opens for him.
Inch by inch, I take him inside me.
Bruno's hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise.
"That's it," he says through gritted teeth. "Take all of me. Every fucking inch."
I sink down until he's fully seated inside me.
I can't breathe.
