A slow, predatory smile touched his lips. "Anything for you."
His thumb flicked a switch on the vibrator. A low, insistent hum filled the quiet room. He pressed the vibrating head directly against her clit.
The sensation was immediate, intense, a direct line of pure, electric pleasure straight to her core. He held the vibrator steady, the relentless thrumming sending shockwaves through her, building the pressure with terrifying speed.
"Oh…fuck," she gasped.
Rodrigo's other hand slid up her torso, deftly unhooking her bra and pushing the cups aside, baring her breasts to his gaze and the cool air. He palmed one, his thumb rasping over her taut nipple, adding another layer of sensation that made her gasp.
"Look at me, Giana," he ordered, his voice thick with desire. "Look at me the way you did that night."
She forced her eyes open, meeting his burning gaze. He watched her face, studying every flicker of pleasure, every gasp, every clench of her body as the relentless vibration pushed her higher.
Too much. She was hurtling toward the edge, the coil inside her winding impossibly tight.
"Rodrigo… I'm… I can't…" She was panting, her fingers digging into the sheets.
"You can," he growled, his thumb circling her nipple harder, pinching lightly. "Let go. Come for me before I fuck you the way you deserve. Let me see you take your pleasure.Now."
The command, coupled with the exquisite torture of his touch and the vibrator's relentless assault, shattered her control. A ragged cry tore from Giana's throat as her body convulsed, pleasure rolling through her in blinding, white-hot waves. Her vision blurred, and her pussy clenched, the orgasm ripping through her with shocking force. She rode it, gasping and shuddering.
Rodrigo watched her come apart, his expression one of fierce, primal satisfaction. He kept the vibrator pressed firmly against her, drawing out the spasms, prolonging the intensity until she was whimpering, oversensitive, her body trembling like a plucked wire.
He turned it off as he leaned down and kissed her pussy. He gave it a slow, hot lick before thrusting his tongue into her and making her grip his thick hair. He didn't stop tonguing her until she came a second time, minutes later, against his lips.
Before Giana could fully catch her breath, before the tremors had even subsided, Rodrigo was moving. He spread her legs wider apart and surged forward. The blunt, thick head of his cock pressed against her slick, swollen entrance.
She was still fluttering from the orgasm, hypersensitive, and the stretch as he pushed inside, deep and hard in one smooth, powerful thrust, stole the air from her lungs all over again.
"Fuck," he groaned, his head dropping forward, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he seated himself fully within her. He felt huge, impossibly deep, filling her completely.
The slight friction against her oversensitive flesh was almost painful, yet it shot through with sharp, electric jolts of renewed pleasure. He held himself still for a moment, buried to the hilt, his breath coming in harsh rasps against her neck.
"Fuck, you feel… perfect," he groaned.
Giana wrapped her legs around him, holding him to her. "Mine."
Rodrigo let out a surprised laugh. "Oh god, yes."
He began to move, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in with a force that rocked the bed. It was a relentless claim that echoed his earlier words. He set a brutal pace, his hips pistoning, each thrust hitting a spot deep inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids.
The oversensitivity from the vibrator transformed under the relentless pounding, morphing into a different kind of overwhelming sensation, a deep, throbbing ache that built steadily with every powerful stroke.
Rodrigo leaned down to kiss her, swallowing her moans. His hands roamed her body, possessive and demanding, gripping her breasts, pinching her nipples, sliding down to grip her ass, tilting her pelvis to take him even deeper.
Giana's legs tightened around him, meeting his thrusts, gasping his name into his mouth, lost in the sheer physicality of it, the raw need.
The world narrowed to the slap of skin on skin, the guttural sounds tearing from their throats, the slick, wet sound of theirjoining, the overwhelming fullness, and the delicious friction that was rapidly coiling her tighter again.
Just as Giana felt the familiar pressure building toward another climax, a low, dangerous cresting wave, he suddenly pulled out. Giana cried out in protest, her body clenching around emptiness, desperate for the friction, the fullness.
"Turn over," Rodrigo demanded. He gave her no time to protest, his hands firm on her hips, rolling her onto her stomach. He pulled her hips back, up onto her knees, her face pressed into the pillows.
"Fuck, look at you," he growled.
The vulnerable position sent a fresh jolt of heat through her, but before she complained about him edging her, Rodrigo's mouth was on her, his tongue thrusting inside of her.
Giana was getting close to coming again when his mouth moved, and his hard cock slid through her slick folds and pushed in, so much deeper in this position, stretching her, filling her with a groan that vibrated through both of them.
