Elsa
I move closer, pressing myself against him. Without asking for consent, I run my hand through his hair. He moans softly and leans his head back, closing his eyes. I stare at him for an instant before leaning closer and biting his lip gently. He grows harder beneath me. I sway my hips delicately, sucking on his lips, trailing my teeth along them, until I slide my tongue into his mouth. He drops his hands, grabbing my ass, pulling me closer.
“I’ve missed you,” I whisper, pulling away for a moment. Marcello gives me a self-satisfied smirk, before kissing me again.
“I love it when you touch my hair,” he says, holding the zipper of my dress. He pulls it down and I. the next few minutes, we are both naked.
As I press myself against him, I feel him, wet, and hot. He turns me around and his lips clasp around mine. He kisses me hungrily. His hands move around my body, stopping on my ass. He lifts me up, kissing me all the while, and carries me to the bed, laying me on the mattress. For a while, he stands there, looking at me. I meet his stare and lift my arms above my head, spreading them to my sides, showing him my helplessness, but also my trust.
“I am going to fuck you whether you like it or not.”
The way he say it sounds like a promise. It only ignites my passion.
“So fuck me,” I say, sitting in front of him on the edge of the bed.
He mutters curses through his teeth and takes a step closer, stopping a few inches away. With the faint light still on in the room, I can see his throbbing erection. I put my hands on his buttocks and pull him closer, grabbing his manhood. It is amazing-thick and hard. I trail my fingers down its length, licking my lips.
“Put your hands on my head,” I say, looking him in the eyes. “And punish me.”
Marcello exhales loudly and grabs my hair hard.
“Are you asking me to treat you like a whore? Is this what you want?”
I leane my head back obediently and opened my mouth wide.
“Yes, Signore Marcello,” I breathe.
His grip on my hair tightens. He moves closer, and with a fluid, decisive motion, shoves his swollen cock into my mouth. I moane, feeling it reach as far as my throat. His hips start pumping forward and back. I can’t breathe.
“If at any point you stop enjoying it, tell me. Just make sure I know you’re not teasing me,” he says, keeping his movements steady.
I withdraws a bit and takes him out of my mouth, continuing to stroke his cock with my hand.
“Same goes for you,” I reply, meaning it, before continuing to suck him.
Marcello laughs, but as soon as I picked up the tempo, he gasps I blow him harder and faster than his hands on my head are suggesting. He is panting, his hands balling into fists in my hair. I feel him growing even larger in my mouth. I take it as an invitation to show him who is in control now. He is so sweet, his skin so smooth, and his body exudes the scent of sex. I delight in him, wanting to sate myself with what I have yearned for. Another part of me wants to prove something to him-to show Marcello that holding him in my mouth, I held him in my power. I pick up the pace. He won’t last long. I know it, and he does, too. He tries slowing me down, but I don’t let him.
“Not so fast,” he hisses, but I ignore him.
A moment later, when I don’t slow down even for an instant, he pulls out, pushing me away. I lick my lips lasciviously as he stands and stares at me, breathing heavily. He pushes me over on the bed and turns me onto my belly, clinging to me with his whole body.
“Are you trying to prove something to me?” he asks, licking two fingers. “Relax, bella,” he purrs, sliding them both inside me. I let out a loud moan. Two fingers are all it takes to fill me.
“I think you’re ready.” Those words make a shiver run down my spine. The anticipation, the uncertainty, the fear, and the desire all whirled inside my head.
Marcello slowly enters me, and I can feel each and every inch of his thick phallus.
His arms wrap themselves around me, almost painfully. As he slides inside me fully, he freezes, only to pull out and rush in, harder. I moan as my arousal and pleasure mixe with pain. His hips hasten, and his breath with them. The wonderful friction I feel ripples in waves across my entire body. Suddenly, he slows down, and I exhaled with relief.
Marcello’s hand slides underneath me, raising my hips, and his knee spread my legs wider.
“Show me that beautiful ass of yours,” he breathes into my ear, caressing my asshole.
“Don’t” I whisper fearfully, looking back at him. Even up to now, I am not yet accustomed to the intrusion.
He grabs my hair and pushes my head into the pillow.
Slowly and rhythmically he pushes himself against me, bending my spine so that my butt thrust upward.
“Oh yes,” he pants with excitement, holding my hips tighter.
I love being fucked from behind, and the control he exerts over my body in this position makes me equally afraid and aroused. He bends down a bit, sliding one hand over my clit. I spread my legs even wider so he can play with me.
“Open your mouth,” he orders, pushing his fingers between my lips.
When they are wet enough, he moves the hand back down to rub my pussy. He is s an expert and knows perfectly well where to aim his hand to take me to the brink of ecstasy. I grab the pillow harder, unable to bear the frantic pace of his hips. I moan and writhed beneath him, calling his name.
“Not yet, Elsa,” he says said, and turns me over. “I want to see you orgasm.”