Marcello
When we make it back to our suite, I am impatient to finally have her. I Gently I touch her face with the tips of my fingers and run them down to her chin. She shuts her eyes and tilts her cheeks toward my touch. Leaning down, I brush my nose over her exposed shoulder and up to her ear, smelling her lovely perfume as want surges through my body. My fingers travel to her neck and into her hair.
“We should talk,” she says softly.
“Later.”
“There’s so much I want to say.”
“Me, too.” I kiss the spot beneath her ear and tug her hair, pulling back her head to expose her throat. My teeth and lips graze her chin and down her neck as my body hums with need. “I want you,” I whisper, as I kiss the spot where her pulse beats beneath her skin. She moans and holds my arms. I tense for a moment, but the darkness stays dormant.
“Let’s go have a bath.”
I let go of Elsa’s hand in the opulent restroom. The air is hot and humid, with steam gradually rising over the foam. In this heat, my linen shirt and pants are clinging to my skin.
Elsa looks at me, her skin glistening from the dampness.
A few strands escape from her ponytail, but she looks lovely. I turn off the faucet and, taking her hand, guide her into the other part of the bathroom, where a large gilded mirror hangs over two sinks set in marble.
“Lift up your arms,” I whisper. Grasping the hem of her pretty top, I peel it off and over her head, freeing her breasts. Reaching around, I undo the top button and the zipper of her jeans.
“I’m going to have you in the bathroom, bella.” Her eyes stray to my mouth and she licks her lips. Under the soft light her pupils gleam with excitement. Bending down, I drop tender kisses on her neck, hook my thumbs into the waistband of her jeans, and slowly peel them down over her fine ass, catching her panties in my hands on the way down. Kneeling behind her, I ease them down her legs, to her feet. “Step out of your jeans,” I order.
Grabbing the edge of the sink, she obliges; now she’s naked and I’m face-to-face with her ass. I pop her jeans, panties, and top onto a white stool beneath the sink and contemplate all the things I could do to that ass. I settle for kissing and nipping her behind gently before standing up. Our eyes connect in the mirror once more and I splay my hand out over her smooth, flat belly.
“Look at you. You are so beautiful. See how you feel.” Her breathing quickens as I take both her hands in mine and spread her fingers on her belly beneath my outstretched hands.
“Feel how soft your skin is,” I whisper. Gently I guide her hands across her torso in a wide sweeping circle, then travel them up to her breasts.
“Feel how full your breasts are.” I hold her hands beneath her breasts so she’s cupping them. Gently I tease her nipples with my thumbs. She moans and bows her back, pressing her breasts into our conjoined hands. Trapping her nipples between her thumbs and mine, I tug gently again and again, and take pleasure watching them harden and lengthen in response.
Like a certain part of my anatomy.
She closes her eyes and wriggles against me, brushing her behind over my erection. She moans, her head against my shoulder.
“That’s right, baby,” I murmur against her neck, enjoying her body coming alive beneath her touch. I guide her hands down her front to her hips, then in toward her pussy. I push my leg between hers and with my foot widen her stance as I guide her hands over her sex, one hand at a time, over and over, pressing her fingers over her clitoris again and again.
She groans and I watch her writhe against me in the mirror.
Dio, she’s a goddess.
“Look at you glow, Elsa.” I kiss and nip her neck and her shoulder, then I let go, leaving her hanging, and she opens her eyes as I step back.
“Carry on,” I tell her, wondering what she’ll do.
She falters for a moment, then rubs herself with one hand, but not nearly as enthusiastically.
Oh, this will never do.
Quickly I strip off my sticky shirt, jeans, and underwear, freeing my erection.
“You’d rather I do this?” I ask, her eyes blazing at mine in the mirror.
“Oh yes, please,” she says, a desperate, needy edge to her voice. I wrap my arms around her, my front against her back, my cock resting in the cleft of her fine, fine ass. I take her hands in mine once more, guiding them over her clitoris, one at a time, again and again, pressing, stroking, and arousing her. She whimpers as I suck and nip at her nape. Her legs begin to tremble. Abruptly I spin her around so she’s facing me. I grasp her wrists in one of my hands, holding them behind her back, while I tug on her ponytail with the other, bringing her lips up to mine. I kiss her, consuming her mouth, reveling in the taste of her: red wine and sweet, sweet Elsa. Her breathing is harsh, like mine. I step back and spin her around. “Hold on to the sink,” I command. Grasping her hips, I lift her and pull her backward so she’s bent over. My hand glides down her ass. She gasps, shocked, I think, but I grab my cock and slide into her quickly.
My breath whistles between my teeth.
Fuck. She feels good. So good. Skin against skin.
I edge back, then sink into her once more, slowly, feeling every precious, slick inch of her. She groans and pushes against me.
Oh yes, baby.
She tightens her grip on the marble as I pick up speed, and I grasp her hips, building…building, then hammering into her. Claiming her. Possessing her.
My fingers find her clitoris and I tease her, caress her, and stimulate her so that her legs begin to tremble once more. “That’s right, baby,” I murmur, my voice hoarse as I pound into her with a punishing I-own-you rhythm.
Her legs stiffen as I grind into her and her body starts to quiver. Suddenly she cries out as her orgasm seizes her, taking me with her.
“Oh, baby,” I breathe as I let go, the world blurring, and I come inside her.
Fuck.
“Oh, baby, will I ever get enough of you?” I whisper as I sink onto her.
Slowly I descend to the floor, bringing her with me and wrapping my arms around her. She sits, her head against my shoulder, still panting.
Dolce Dio.
I kiss her hair and she calms, her eyes closed, her breathing slowly returning to normal as I hold her. We’re both sweaty and hot in a humid bathroom, but I don’t want to be anywhere else.
She shifts.
“Let’s have a bath.” I free her and her brows knit for a moment while she stares at my chest. Her rosy face loses some of its color, and clouded eyes meet mine. I carry her off the floor and carefully places her into the bubble bath. I get in thereafter and pull her close to me so that her back is pressed against my chest. She is silently for a moment and I lean down to kiss her bare shoulder.
“Does Gabrielle know?” she asks.
“Yes, why?”
“Because he is the person who is close enough to you that I think you confide in a lot,” she says.
“Well, he does,” I respond.
“So nobody knew this other than you and him?”
“No, no one. It is better that way. The more the people that know, the more insecure he becomes,” I tell her.
“Is that why you had to bring him this far?”
“Partly yes. Partly because the best doctor I could find in Italy was working at here. I wanted him to receive the best treatment.”
She sighs and holds my hand under the water. Every bit of affection from her feels so good after all the fear I had anticipating how she would react to this revelation. She took it all in surprisingly well. Much better than I expected.
I go one kissing her shoulder, up to her neck. My cock is already hard again but I just want to enjoy this moment together with my fiance in this warm water.
“I love you,” I whisper in her ear before licking on her earlobe.
“I love you, Marcello. So much that the weight of my love for you threatens to become unbearable,” she responds, her voice soft, like a sob. She turns her head and that is when I notice her tear stained cheeks. She wraps her arm around my neck, pulling my to her head so that i can meet her mouth.
***
Marcello
We hardly manage to properly bathe in the bathroom. I carry her out and place her on. the bed, then unwrap her out of the towel. Throwing away the towel, she is deliciously naked on the white bedsheets. She looks like an angel fallen from heaven, a temptation sent to set my life on fire. My dick is so hard it is almost painful. I am shamelessly hard after the orgasm we shared in the bathroom. I want more. I want more of her everytime. I can’t seem to get enough of her.
I climb slowly onto the bed, our gazes locked. I can read the list in her eyes. My insatiable girl. She also wants me as badly as I want her.
Towering over her, I capture her lips in a soul-snatching kiss. I slide my hand over her flat stomach, resting it on her full breasts. She breaks away from the kiss with a moan.
My fingers trail between her legs, parting her folds to stroke her sex. She is so wet from earlier and so ready for me. Lust twists in my belly, so I close my eyes and breath deeply, trying to remain gentle. I find her clit and stroke it lightly, loving the feel of her slick heat. Her breath quickens and I can sense her coming more fully awake.
I continue to pet her until her hips rock slightly, seeking. Pulling her leg over mine, I spread her wider, giving me better access. Her arm comes up to wind around my head.
Remaining silent, I kiss her throat and pinch her clit. She gasps at the pain then moans at the resulting pleasure after I let go. Then I slide two fingers inside her, and her walls suck me in greedily. Yes, I need that so badly, her tight cunt gripping my cock and milking my come from me.
Shifting her leg, I lin my tip up at her entrance and shov inside. I go about halfway before I meet resistance, so I give her a moment to adjust, my fingers returning to her clit. When she rolls her hips for more, I slide the rest of the way home. I try to go gently with her, to fuck her slowly, but she digs her nails into my backside, pulling me roughly toward her. “Marcello, please.”
That pleading voice does me in. I give up trying to fight it.
She meant what she said in the restaurant when she said she wanted to fuck. I thought she would be sore but I should know better than underestimating how much my girl can handle.
I get her up on all fours and begin riding her hard. She clutches the sheets. “God, yes. Harder. Fuck!”
“Baby,” I breath.
“Stop talking and keep fucking me.”
I freeze. Even though my balls are screaming for release, I don’t move. No, this is not how things go between us. It is very much the opposite, with me giving orders and Elsa obeying them.
She tried to rock back onto my dick, but I hold her hips still and pull out. As expected, she snarls, “What are you doing?”
I lifted her up until her back meets my chest, her knees on the bed. My erection slides between her thighs, close to her entrance but never inside. I thrust gently, teasing her. “I am reminding you whose bed you are in right now. Who is fucking you?”
“You bastard.”
She is furious with me, but I don’t care. I will wear her down through pleasure.
I squeeze a breast in each hand, molding them, then I roll her nipples between my fingertips. My tip skims the entrance to her pussy. “Who?”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t. You wish you did, but you don’t. And you’ll get my cock if you answer me.” I let her feel the thick length between her legs. “Won’t that feel good, baby?”
She whimpers, her head thrashing on my shoulder.
“I want to fuck you so badly,” I tell her. “I dream about fucking you, Elsa. I have never wanted anyone more. Tu sei perfetta.”
“Marcello, please. Fuck me.”
I angle her hips so I can slide inside. Shivers wrack my body as I drive deep, the bliss so intense. She drops onto her hands and I bend over her back, grinding and thrusting, rutting like an animal. I have never been so wild, so out of control with any other woman. I crave her like a drug, want to get as deep inside her as possible.
“To whom do you belong?” I ask, aiming at antagonizing her and prolonging the teasing.
“You, Marcello. Only you,” she says in a desperate breathe.
“There you go,” I growl against her shoulder. “Do you like that? Is that what you need?”
“God, yes. More, Maestro.”
The name has my balls drawing up tight, ready to spill. “You are so fucking sexy, taking my cock like the best girl. Taking my come from me. I am going to take such good care of you, my dirty girl.”
She whimpers, and I can tell she is close. I need her to come because I can’t hold on much longer.
Lifting slightly, I slide my fingers between her ass cheeks and let my thumb find the hole there. I circle with gentle pressure. She bucks and the tip of my thumb slides inside. That does it. Her body locks and her pussy clamps down on me, strangling me as she comes.
My orgasm doesn’t wait, instead rushing over me, stealing my breath as come shoots out the head of my cock. We climax together, a mass of trembling limbs and incoherent words.
When it is over, I pull her close, until she rests half on top of me. I stroke her back as we try to catch our breath, sweat cooling on our skin. I keep silent, letting her work through whatever is in her mind.