Marcello
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When we drive back home, Elsa’s mood has changed. She doesn’t talk throughout the drive. She looks engraved in her thoughts. I don’t bother her though.
I go directly to my office to check on some important things I had promised myself to check on before the day ends.
I hardly manage to concentrate though. I am so destructed by the lovely lady I had dinner with tonight.
Now that I was alone, anticipation flooded my veins like the rush of a drug. As much as I wanted to wait, I couldn’t.
I need to see her. Now.
Closing my Mac, I thereafter leave my office. The house is quiet as I make my way into the wing opposite my own. What will I find when I enter Elsa’s room? Is she showering? Relaxing in the bath? My cock twitches at the fantasy of seeing her wet and soapy golden skin, touching those soft and supple curves.
I don’t bother knocking. She might tell me to go away, and I won’t be deterred from seeing her. Throwing open the door, I stop short.
Elsa sitting on the bed with her arms crossed, glaring at me. She is only in red lace panties and a matching red bra. Fuck!
Oh, yes. I like her spirit very much. It will not be easy to win, but the victory will be sweet in the end. “Waiting on me already?”
“What are you doing in here, Marcello? This is my room and you cannot just walk in whenever you feel like it.”
I close the door behind me. “Oh, but I can, actually. This is my house. I don’t need your permission to come in here.”
She stands up, covering her body with a bed sheet. Madonna, why does she bother.? I have already seen her. I approach her, but she doesn’t back away this time. Instead, she bites her lip. “Say whatever it is you came in to say and then leave.”
“Always playing tough, but I am not fooled.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
I move closer, almost touching her. I can count every eyelash and freckle on her lovely face as she stared up at me. Reaching out, I twirl a piece of her silky black hair around my finger. “So I have to ask, why are you so mad at me all of a sudden? ”
Her gaze locks on my face. “It should be obvious Marcello. You bumped into my room without knocking and you expect me to be glad? I have enough reasons to be mad at you.”
“Cazzata. You are a very tough woman to please. But that doesn’t matter. You are here and I didn’t need anyone’s permission to keep you here. You not going to go anywhere. There is so much I can show you, dolcezza. So much I want to give you.”
“So you’re my savior? Thank you. I want my freedom. ”
I chuckle softly. “I’m no savior. They call me il Diavolo for a reason, and that is because I am as wicked and evil as they come. But if you want to get on your knees for me in gratitude, I will not object.”
Her shoulders tremble as her breath hitches. She hasn’t backed away-has barely moved-since I entered. She seems to be waiting to see what I will do. “In your fucking dreams,” she finally said, but there was no heat behind it. We have made out a number of times and I am sure she wants me as much as I want her.
Slowly, I drag my thumb across her lips, loving the feel of the slick plump flesh. She is gorgeous, but the kind of earthy beauty that burrowed under a man’s skin. A woman who should be worshipped every single day with kisses and orgasms. I want to both take care of her and wreck her in the same breath. “That mouth will get you in trouble one day. But I’ll let it slide tonight because I’d rather get on my knees for you.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I intend to have you and I’m tired of waiting.”
I bend down until my knees meet the carpet. Then I slide my palms up over her calves, behind her legs, with my face resting right below her full tits. My dick pulses as it thickened in my trousers and I have to resist the urge to stroke myself. Fuck, I want this woman badly.
As my hands continue up her body, I lift the bedsheet that covers her. Elsa watches me with hooded eyes and her skin flushes. “Take this off,” I tell her. She looks blankly at me as if giving it a thought.
“Take the fucking sheet off, Elsa.”
She doesn’t argue, just throws the sheet off, exposing the lingerie.
Santo cazzo Madre di Cristo.
I can’t breathe, and my cock is now rock-hard. She is even more gorgeous up close, her skin smelling of sun and salt. Her nipples beaded behind her lace bra, and her chest rises and falls as she takes rapid breaths.
My fingers trail up her inner thigh and between her legs, and I let my breath warm the skin of her stomach. I brush my thumb over the slick fabric of her panties until I find her clit. I run back and forth a few times, letting her have a taste of the pleasure I plan to give her.
“This is your last chance.” I stroke her again, harder this time. “Tell me to leave-or I am eating this pussy until you cream all over my face.”
“Oh, God,” she whispers her body swaying slightly. “We can’t. You can’t. This isn’t….”
She was weakening, I could sense it. I keep stroking her clit through the thin material, the smell of her arousal filling my nostrils and making me crazy. “I am dying to taste you. Aren’t you dying to know how good it will feel when my tongue flicks your clit?”
Her fingers latch onto my head, clutching me closer instead of pushing me away-and I have my answer. Slipping my hands under the panties, I pull them down her legs until they drop to the carpet. A very thin patch of trimmed hair covers her mound, her pussy lips pink and swollen, and my mouth waters. As I kiss my way down her stomach, I untie the back of the bra top, as well, glancing up as Elsa pulls it the rest of the way off. Then she was completely naked and I took in my fill at this gorgeous creature.
Full breasts with rose-tipped nipples and dark areolas. A flat stomach and long legs. Her golden skin was unblemished and I longed to see it covered in my bite marks. Soon, I vow. I want to take my time with her, explore every inch of her body, but tonight was about her pussy. “Get on the bed,” I rasp, pushing to my feet.
She turns and crawls on the bed, nearly making me come with the seductive sway of her ass as she positions herself. When she was on her back, I ordered, “Now spread your legs.”
She complies eagerly, showing me the flesh between her thighs, which was already glistening from arousal. I am ready to make a meal out of this girl.
Wedging myself between her thighs, I lower myself until my stomach met the mattress. “How do you like it, Elsa?”
She does not answer, her brows lowered in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I want to make you come at least twice, so tell me what you like. My tongue inside your pussy? Sucking your clit? Every woman is different.”
Her mouth works but nothing comes out. Have I finally shocked her?
Then I realized what her reaction meant.
“That stronzo never ate your pussy?”
I have already researched about her ex-boyfriend. I am saying this because I don’t expect them to get back together after this. He looked such mediocre in bed.
Instead of answering, she tries to roll away. I immediately clamp my arms around her thighs and hold her up to my mouth. “Too late, piccola monella. You’re mine now.”