His tongue circles my sensitive flesh, still swollen from our previous activities, and I nearly levitate off the bed. My hands fly to his hair, not sure if I'm trying to push him away or pull him closer.
"Oh, God," I whimper as he laps at me like I'm dessert. The sensation is overwhelming, too much and yet not enough.
His strong hands grip my thighs, holding me open for his assault. I feel the reverberation of his hum of satisfaction as I writhe beneath him.
"You taste like us," he murmurs against my flesh, and the filthy intimacy of his words sends another wave of heat through me. "I could do this all night."
The obscene sounds of his mouth on me fill the room, mingling with my desperate moans. I should be embarrassed, but I'm too far gone in the sensation to care.
My orgasm slams into me. My entire body convulses as I cry out his name, clutching his head like he’s a tether keeping me from flying away into oblivion.
Every part of me trembles. Alessandro rises above me, his muscled chest gleaming with sweat, his dark eyes burning with intensity. "Now it's my turn.”
My eyes widen as I envision my mouth on him. The thought both terrifies and intrigues me. Would I even know what to do? What if I'm terrible at it?
I lick my lips nervously. "You want me to..."
Alessandro shakes his head. "Someday, but not now. This time, I want you to ride me."
He rolls onto his back in one fluid motion, pulling me atop him. His hands grip my waist, positioning me above him. His hardness presses against me, and suddenly, I understand what he means.
"I don't know how," I admit, feeling embarrassed.
His smile softens slightly. "Just take me in and do what feels natural. Control the pace. Take what you want."
For a moment, I simply gaze into his face because I can’t believe he’s doing this. He’s handing over control. He's giving me power.
I sink down slowly, gasping as he fills me in this new position. It's deeper somehow, more intense. My hands brace against his chest for support as I adjust to the sensation.
"That's it," Alessandro encourages, his fingers digging into my hips. "Now move."
Tentatively, I rise up and then lower myself again. The friction sends sparks through my body, making me moan. I do it again, faster this time, finding a rhythm that makes my toes curl.
"Fuck, Isabella," he groans, watching me with desire heating his eyes. “So good… so fucking good… "
His words embolden me. I experiment with different angles, different speeds, discovering what makes him grip me harderand what makes him growl my name. There's something intoxicating about having this powerful man at my mercy, about watching his control slip.
I lean forward, changing the angle so he hits that spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. My hair falls around us.
"Look at you." Alessandro pushes my hair aside. "Taking what you want."
And I am. For perhaps the first time in my life, I'm taking exactly what I want. As I ride him harder, I feel empowered.
He levers up, and his lips wrap around my nipple and suck, sending sensations straight to my core.
“Oh!” I begin to buck wildly.
“That’s it. Fuck me, Isabella.”
I throw my head back as pleasure rolls through me again. It’s like a tsunami, powerful, flooding every cell in my body.
I collapse against Alessandro's chest, our bodies slick with sweat, my limbs trembling from my fourth, or is it fifth, release of the night.
“I don’t think I can move.”
His heartbeat thunders beneath my ear. "Yes, well, I’m not finished."
Before I can process his words, he's flipping me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up while keeping my chest pressed to the mattress. The position is shockingly vulnerable, animalistic in a way that should make me balk. Instead, I find myself arching my back, offering myself to him.
