His eyes blazed with lust. “You sure?”
I nodded fast. “Just pull out and come on my tits.”
He growled, throbbing against me. Then he guided his cock to my opening and braced himself. His gaze locked with mine as he pressed down. “I love you.”
Pushing slowly, his lips parted in a silent gasp, his entire body shuddering. I couldn’t stop shaking, too. The way he filled me was incredible. My breath caught, my eyes wide when he drew back and shifted forward, the last three words he said vibrating through me.
We both looked down where we fit into each other. His hands slid from my chest and moved behind my ass, pushing me more into him. “Ti piace cosi?” he asked, tightening his hold.
I stuttered out a “Yes-s. So much.”
He lifted my legs and let my feet rest on his shoulders. My head fell backward as he moved faster. The sound of our bodies colliding drove me nuts.
I gripped his thighs, squeezing the iron-clad muscles, crying out with pleasure as he fucked me. I pressed my lips hard to stop my screams, but he shook his head. “Don’t hold back. I wanna hear you.” He bent forward, his thrusts harder and faster.
“God, Mike, your cock is so fucking good,” I mumbled in sweet pain. “Fuck me…harder.”
His strokes were furious now, his groans sexier than anything I’d ever heard before.I wanted him, all of him, all the time. The brush of his hair on my skin. The sound of his voice whimpering my name. His weight on top of me. His pressure on my hips. The unforced dirty words that came out of that mouth. The glistening sweat on those solid muscles. The feeling of his hands cherishing my flesh as he fucked me.
“Can you get there?” he asked. His groans were pleas now.
I felt myself tighten around him, close to another orgasm. No man had been able to do that for me—make me come back to back. “So close,” I replied, bucking into him, eyes rolling closed, teeth piercing my bottom lip.
His thumb reached my clit, pressing in sync with his thrusts. “Faster, Mike. Oh God.” He obeyed, and I screamed, my head buried in his shoulder as I came.
“Madre di Dio.” He pulled out, and I lifted my head, watching him as he arched his back and panted my name over and over, and over and over, his cum hot on my tits.
His back collapsed on the bed next to me. “What the fuck?” He placed my hand on his chest. “What the fuck did you do to me?”
His body was still shuddering as I felt his heart pounding against his ribs. I smiled at him while I tried to catch my own breath. “Yes. ‘What the fuck’ is the right thing to say right now.”
He chuckled as he pushed sweaty hair off his forehead. He looked at me for a moment, then at my chest, then at me again. “This, by the way, is so sexy.” He raised the thumb that had been inside me to his nose, closing his eyes as if in bliss. “And I can’t get enough of this.” He looked at me while he sucked his thumb.
My pussy pulsed as if I hadn’t just come. Twice. “Fuck. Stop.”
He took my bottom lip between his teeth, then my upper lip, his tongue teasing me.
“Seriously, I can’t go again. I can’t feel my legs.”
He laughed against my mouth. “I love you.”
I stared at him, surprised by how fast his words traveled to my pussy, fully waking it. “Fuck. You couldn’t just shut up for five minutes.”
“What did I do now? I only said I loved you.”
“Yeah, with that voice, with that passion. You expect me to hear that and just say I love you, too?”
“Uh…yes.”
“Well, I fuckin’ love you, too, but you just made me wanna hump you, again.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
He muffled a laugh. “Damn right I’m not.”
“Don’t laugh.”
