Elsa
True to his word, he nudges me awake, the strong smell of coffee filling the room.
“Bellissima, you cannot sleep all day.”
God, that sexy, accented voice. He could make a killing as an audiobook narrator. “How are you already awake?” I struggle to open my lids.
“I have been up for three hours while you laze about in bed, neglecting your duties.”
“And what duties would those be?”
He squeezes one of my butt cheeks. “Presenting me with that ass to fuck.”
I shoot up in bed, uncaring that I am completely naked. He is on the mattress next to me, smirking. “No, Marcello. You promised. Remember? Te lo prometto.”
“And what did you promise me in return?”
I don’t want to say it. I press my lips together, hoping he forgot.
“Do I need to spank you to make you say it again? Allora.” He motions with his hands for me to get up.
“No, no, no.” I do not want him near my ass. “Fine. I said I was yours.”
Reaching out, he strokes my jaw with his knuckles. “And as such, you will trust me to take care of you. I won’t ever do something you do not enjoy.” He clutches my tangled hair in his fist and pulls, causing me to gasp as my head tilts back. “You like submitting to me, just as I like dominating you. Don’t fight me. I promise you will love it.”
“If I don’t, will you stop?”
“Of course.”
I reach for the small espresso waiting on the side table. “Fuck, I need to be caffeinated for this.”
He chuckles and stands, his hands beginning to remove his clothing. God, am I really doing this? As he pulls off his shirt, my fingers itch with the need to explore that sculpted chest. Maybe it won’t be so bad….
Then he drops his pants, and the outline of his dick inside his briefs mesmerizes me. Yum. Yes, I want to submit if it means I get his cock.
“I know that look,” he murmurs and strokes his thick length through the briefs. “Cristo santo, you were made for me.”
I finish my espresso and reach for his waistband. “Let me taste you first.” Maybe he will come in my mouth and forget all about my ass.
He shoves his briefs off his hips and I eagerly swallow him down. “Cazzo!” he shouts at the ceiling. “You are too good at that.”
I work my tongue and lips over his erection, worshipping him with my mouth until his thighs tremble. Then he pulls out, much to my disappointment.
“You’ll get more soon,” he says, noting my pout. “Roll over on your back.”
I slide onto the mattress as he goes to a wardrobe in the corner. Inside were two drawers, and he opened both, pulling out various items. Lube, condoms, and a dildo still in plastic packaging. He tosses the lube and condoms on the bed, then tears the plastic packaging on the dildo.
“What is all this?”
“Preparation. I could use a plug, but that would take time and I’m greedy for you. Start rubbing your clit, baby, like I would do.”
I slide my hand between my legs and stroke using the pads of my fingers. Marcello watches me instead of what he is doing and nearly drops the package. Once he has the dildo out, he reaches for a condom. He has the sexiest hands I have ever seen on a man, with long fingers and veins running along the back. Maybe it is because I know what those hands are capable of, but I think they are hot.
I moan, rolling my hips.
His nostrils flare but he continues rolling the condom onto the dildo. When he finishes, he crawls onto the bed. “Open your legs.”
I obeyed, but I asked, “Is this going to hurt?”
“Absolutely not.”
I doubt that, but I don’t argue with him. He promised we can stop if I don’t like it. “Okay, master.”
He freezes, his lips parting in surprise as he looks up from between my thighs. “What did you say?”
I bite my lip. That slipped me but I like the way it sounds because that’s exactly how Marcello is in the bedroom.
“That’s what you are, you know, in bed,” I start fumbling with my words.
“I know what it means. I just never…. Madonna, you surprise me at every turn. I like this name very, very much.” To prove it, he growls and buries his face in my pussy, eating me out with abandon.
My back arches, pleasure rocketing through me at lightning speed. “Holy shit,” I whisper, my fingers threading through his thick hair. He uses his tongue on my clit, circling and flicking, until that is all I can feel. He is everywhere, surrounding me. The room falls away and all I know is Marcello’s mouth driving me out of my mind.
Then there is pressure at my hole-but not the one I am expecting. He spreads my legs wider, and I can feel the slick tip of the dildo as he uses gentle pressure, circling the tight ring of muscle no man has ever breached. He doesn’t push, however, just massages, and my body eventually relaxes, loosens up, until he is able to slip it inside.
I gasp, unsure about this invasion. It doesn’t hurt, but it is strange.
“Relax. This is not as thick as my cock, and you will need to take it all first. Let me stretch you out.” He returns his lips to my clitoris, suckling on the little bud, and I can feel him working the dildo deeper. It is so much sensation, but it all feels amazing.
“Hold behind your knees,” he tells me as he shifts. “Lift your legs.”
I do as he says, and the dildo slides in even more. “Oh, fuck,” I moan, the orgasm gathering in my spine and toes.