I'm lost in the feeling, in him.
His body.
His eyes.
His cock, still working me.
His thumb, circling my clit as he prolongs the pleasure.
I writhe and moan, unable to stop.
"I want you to come again," he tells me.
"Please," I beg.
He rolls his hips, and the motion has him rubbing right where I need him.
"That's it, amore. Again."
He doesn't slow or let up, and the pressure builds quickly.
"Yes, fuck, yes," he growls. "Squeeze me with your sweet pussy. Give it to me."
"Mario, I..."
And my second orgasm comes just as powerfully as the first, leaving me limp and spent.
I fall back against the blanket, and Mario leans over me, bracing himself.
His pace gets rougher and rougher until his hips stutter, and he drives himself deep.
His cock pulses, and I feel the warm rush of his cum filling me.
"Fuck," he curses, his face contorting in pleasure.
His hips snap forward, then back, driving himself deeper.
The sensation of his cock pumping into me is indescribable.
It's the most erotic thing I've ever felt, and I moan, lifting my hips to meet his.
"Cazzo, mia amore," he whispers, and his thrusts slow, eventually coming to a stop.
He drops his forehead to mine, his body relaxing, and we lie there together, basking in the sunlight and the afterglow.
"I love you," he murmurs.
"I love you," I whisper.
We lay for a moment, and I start squirming, making him groan.
"I want to hold you," I complain, wiggling, my arms now stiff, wrapped together behind my back.
"In a moment, amore. My knees are a bit weak."
I can't help the smile that spreads across my face.
He lifts his head and raises his eyebrow at me.
