My cock slides out of her.
I wrap my hand around myself. One stroke. Two.
I explode.
Hot ropes of cum shoot across my stomach. My chest. Some of it lands on her thighs where she hovers above me.
I groan her name.
The release tears through me like lightning. Every muscle in my body locks up. My back arches off the bed.
For a moment, I can't see. Can't hear. Can't think.
There's only this.
Only her.
Only the pleasure ripping me apart and putting me back together.
When it finally ends, I collapse against the mattress.
My chest heaves.
My heart pounds.
Antonella sways above me. Her eyes are unfocused. Her body still trembles with aftershocks.
She's covered in me.
I'm covered in her.
We're both a mess.
I've never felt more alive.
Antonella
My legs shake as I try to move. Every muscle in my body feels like water. I need to get up. I need to clean this mess.
I look down at myself, at Bruno, at the sheets beneath us. Wet. Everything is wet. My thighs glisten. His stomach and chest are covered. The sheets are soaked through in a spreading circle.
What the hell just happened to me?
I've had orgasms before. Quick, quiet things I barely acknowledged. Nothing like this. Nothing that felt like my entire body was being turned inside out. Nothing that made me lose control so completely.
I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, still trembling. My feet hit the floor and my knees nearly buckle. I grab the nightstand to steady myself.
"Where are you going?" Bruno's voice is rough, satisfied.
"I need to—" I gesture vaguely at the disaster zone that is his bed. "Clean this. Get a towel. Something."
I take a step and my legs wobble again. I catch myself on the dresser, breathing hard. My heart still pounds against my ribs. My skin feels too sensitive, like every nerve ending is exposed.
I turn back to look at Bruno. He's propped up on his elbows, watching me with dark eyes. His chest rises and falls steadily. He looks relaxed in a way I've never seen him.
He also looks thoroughly wrecked. Covered in me.
"Bruno." I press my hand against my chest, trying to slow my breathing. "What was that?"
