Elsa
“I love it when you touch my hair,” Marcello says, stopping behind me. He snatches the sash of my bathrobe and tears my only cover away.
As I press myself against him, I feel he is naked, wet, and hot. He turns me around and his lips clasped around mine. He kisses me hungrily. His hands move around my body, stopping on my ass. He lifts me, 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.
“Your insolence,” he breathes. “I hate it. But it turns me on, so much,” he mutters through his teeth and takes a step closer, stopping a few inches away. “You know the effect you have on me, bellisma, don’t you? That’s why you keep doing this.”
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.
“You have no right to be mad at me, Marcello. You are the one who left me without any warning. I have an excuse to act the way I do. You drive me crazy, Marcello. I missed you,” I say it again, my eyes searching for his in the faint light.
“I missed you too, dolcezza. Whatever I do, baby, I have a reason. Whatever the reason is, you shouldn’t doubt my intentions to keep you safe when I don’t let you know. I have already told you this before,” he says. I can already tell my mood is going to take a nose dive if we go ahead with this conversation.
Wrapping my hands around his neck, I kiss him, trying to relish the feeling of having him back. He kisses me back, his hand crawling under the robe, grabbing my bare ass. I pull away.
“I want you in my mouth now, Marcello. Have a sit on the sofa,” I whisper into his ear. He smiles, beguiled. He seems a lot willing to play my game.
Marcello
Impatient but willing to indulge her, I drop onto the sofa, spreading my legs wide to ease the ache in my balls.
Elsa smirks at me as she slowly unties her robe. My hands tightened into fists on the back of the sofa. “I’m not sure teasing me is a wise idea.”
“Piccolina,” I warn when she lets the robe fall too slowly.
In one quick motion, she spins toward me and drops the robe-and the world stops. Dio, she was gorgeous, sexy as fuck. I have seen her naked a few minutes back but my mouth waters every moment she strips naked for me. Her body is to be adored.
My nostrils flare as I try to drag air into my lungs, every muscle in my body tight, ready to pin her down and thrust. To rut and grind and give her my seed. She turns me into an animal every time, the need so overwhelming I think I will lose my goddamn mind.
Tonight will be no different, apparently.
“Come here.”
She obeys, swinging her hips as she draws closer. I haven’t turned on the lights, so the lights are out and the moon illuminates her luscious curves. Her tits are pushed up and round, her small waist flaring into generous hips. She is a wet dream come to life… and she is mine.
And I know what I need first.
Stretching out on the couch, I pull her closer. “Sit on my face. Right now.”
“Wait, what?” Her brows pinch together.
I slap her ass. “Your pussy needs to find my mouth in the next few seconds or I am going to spank you.”
She climbs onto the sofa and adjusts her knees until she straddles my head. She is already wet-I can smell it. Reaching between her legs, I jerk her hips down until her pussy slams onto my face.
“Goddamn, Marcello. Holy shit,” she breathes, curling slightly to brace herself on the arm of the sofa.
I eat at her like I am starving. Like the world is ending and making her come is the only way to stop it from happening. I suck and lick her, relishing every roll of her hips, every whimper. Elsa loves sex as much as I do, and she never fakes it. Her reaction to me is one hundred percent real every time.
She is so slippery and wet, the flesh of her cunt swollen and needy as I lap at her. I shove two fingers inside her roughly, knowing she can take it. And she moans, rocking back to fuck herself on my hand. When I draw her clit between my lips and suckle, she climaxes. Her fingers thread my hair and pull, her body jerking and trembling as she comes on my face. I can barely breathe, but I don’t care. There is no better way to die, not for a man like me, than to be smothered by pussy.
La mia bella figa
Finally, she slumps and moves off my face. I stare up at her, still ravenous, my cock hard in my pants. “Take me and put me inside you. If I do it, I’m liable to break this sofa.”
She licks her lips, her hooded gaze darting over her shoulder to my crotch. “Should we go to bed?”
“I want inside you now, Elsa.” I close my eyes to enjoy the feel of her touch maneuvering her toward my cock. I am too far gone to wait. Too impatient for our games. I need her pussy strangling my dick, now.
She puts one hand on my chest and takes me in hand with the other. My tip finds her entrance, and she begins lowering down, the wet heat surrounding me as I tunnel inside her body. I buck my hips, eager to get all the way in but her cunt resists my size. “Cazzo, come sei stretta.” She’s so tight.
She pants, her dark gaze glazed with lust.
“God, I love when you talk to me when we fuck.”
“Then start fucking me and I will.”
“If your dick wasn’t so big, I already would be.”
Cristo, that sassy mouth. I will take pleasure in filling it later.
Bracing my feet on the cushions, I thrust up while dragging her hips down, impaling her fully. I have to close my eyes and grit my teeth, it feels so goddamn good.
“Jesus, Marcello,” she gasps. “Give me some warning next time.”
“Your pussy should always be ready for me.” I grab her by the back of the neck and pull her head down to where my mouth reaches the shell of her ear. “Sei la mia puttanella, no?”
“Oh, fuck,” she whispers, her hips rocking. “Why is that so hot?”
“Because it is,” I tell her. “Now you tell me. Tell me who you belong to.”
“Sono la tua puttanella.”
My balls instantly tighten, lust shooting straight to my groin like a lightning bolt. “Good girl,” I croon, my voice rough with the need to come. I gather her hair in my fist and pull hard, her neck arched for my mouth. “Now ride me while you say it.”
I hold her, not giving her much room to move, but she rolls her hips, churning to slide my dick in and out of her pussy, her tits smashed against my chest. I bite her neck, sinking my teeth into her perfect skin. “Dimmi, Elsa.”
She gasps, her lids screwed shut. “Sono la tua puttanella.”
I’m your little bitch.
Fuck, yes.
I let her go and reward her.
“You like my dick, don’t you? You like it when it feels you to the brim, your walls wrapped around it, making it so hard for you to breathe?”
I know she likes to hear it. I tell her how I am going to fuck her all night and every dirty thing I plan to do to her body. She continues to work herself on my cock, her gorgeous curves swaying. I can feel her legs trembling, her muscles tightening as she readies to come. Elsa fucks with her entire being, holding nothing back, and it is one of the things I like best about her. I have never had such a strong physical and mental connection with a woman in the bedroom before.
I need to see her come on my dick.
Reaching down, I find her clit with my thumb, but I only brush it lightly, teasing her. “Beg me,” I order. “Ti prego, Marcello.”
“Ti prego,” she pants, sliding her hands into her hair as she leans back. “Ti prego, Marcello. God, ti fucking prego.”
Full breasts with dark nipples bounce as she moves and I grab one with my hand, squeezing hard. She moans, her pussy constricting around me. Madonna, she is so fucking hot.
I strum her clit with my thumb, rubbing and pressing while she rocks, and it only takes a minute until she begins coming, her walls clamping down and milking my cock. Her gorgeous face is frozen in ecstasy, her moans filling the empty apartment, and my balls can’t hold back any longer.
“Guardami,” I tell her, forcing her eyes to mine. “Watch as I shoot inside you, Elsa. I am going to mark you, fill you up. Because you are mine.” Never have I wanted to coat a woman in my come like I did with this one. I wanted to break her, to conquer her. To use her whenever I want.
“Sí, Marcello,” she whispers dreamily, her body lax and sated. “Ti prego.”
The begging did it. My body seizes as my cock swells inside her, the orgasm rushing over me as come shot out the tip and into her cunt. I shout, the world going dark while climax drags me down. It is so good. Better than I have ever experienced before. I never want this feeling to end.
She collapses on top of me when it is over, and I try to catch my breath as I wrap my arms around her. Cazzo, this woman. She turns me into a caveman. A slavering beast. It gets better every time.
And now that I know how good we were together, I am not certain I ever want to give her up.