"Damn right you are," he growls, and then, finally, blessedly, he thrusts into me.
"God," I moan as he stretches and fills me.
"Tight," he says, his voice hoarse and gravelly.
He withdraws, then thrusts into me again, deeper this time.
My eyes roll back.
"Good, amore?"
"More," I moan.
"Always more," he teases, then sets a relentless pace.
His mouth covers mine, his lips soft but firm, his tongue licking at mine, claiming.
The angle, plus my hands propping my hips up, makes his thrusts harder and deeper, and my breasts bounce and sway with every stroke.
The cool air on my hot skin is delicious, and the warmth of the sun makes it all the sweeter.
Birdsong surrounds us, and the sound of our breathing, the wet sound of him fucking me.
The slap of his balls against me and the soft sound of his groans as he takes what he wants.
What's his.
"Fuck," he curses, then dips his head and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
He bites down, and the pleasure-pain has me writhing and gasping.
"I can feel you tightening around me, cara. I can feel your sweet pussy getting ready to milk my cock."
His words are dark and dirty, and my core clenches at the thought.
"You want my cum, don't you? You want to feel me fill you up. Feel me drip down your thighs."
"Yes," I moan.
His mouth claims mine again, his tongue tangling with mine.
I can't touch him, can't wrap my arms around him, or cling to him.
I'm completely helpless.
I hate it.
I love it.
"Mia amore, you feel so good," he says, his words muffled by the skin of my throat. "So tight and wet. Made for me."
His thrusts get harder and deeper, and the sounds of our sex fill the air, filthy and sweet and so, so erotic in the open air of the garden, no walls to muffle it from the world.
The birds sing, and the wind blows, and the fountain sprays, and we fuck. I want the whole world to hear it. To hear what he does to me.
"I want to hear you scream," he says, and it's as if he can read my mind.
His hand slides under me, lifting me slightly, and the angle has him rubbing against that perfect spot with every thrust.
