Elsa
I am awake before Marcello which is something that doesn’t usually happen. Marcello doesn’t sleep a lot. He is always up already getting his day started before I awake or he wakes me up with some good sex. I like it when he wakes me up with his poking erection. That’s why I am under the duvet caressing his hard cock instead of casually waking him up so that we can get to the hospital as soon as possible.
He is so hard when I hold him in my hands. I slide my palms down his girth, and he sucks in a harsh breath. I go ahead to rub the head and slide down to the base, being careful and soft. Leaning down, I take him into my mouth.
“Fuck!” I hear him curse through his teeth. I smile even though his cock is filling mouth.
I can feel the duvet being pulled off my head and when I look up, he is peeking under the duvet to watch me. I give him a devious smile that makes him grin. Holding my head in place, he sits up.
“What are you up to Signorina Elsa De Luca? Early this morning, under the duvet with, getting all naughty,” he says, his hands still on my head.
“Whatever you are up to, I like it. You can wake me up like this any time,” his lip hitches and I can tell he is fighting down a smile. He removes his hand off my head, and I take that as my signal to go ahead. I slide my mouth down his length, eager to swallow him down my throat. I move my head in rhythm, making sure to brush my tongue over his tip, teasing, taking my time.
Soon, his breathing gets harsh. I know he is almost there. So I pull it out, and use my tongue to like it down like a lollipop. I look up at him, to give him that lustful and teasing glance. He curses under his breath.
“Don’t tease me. Or I will fuck that mouth, your throat will be too painful for you to speak for hours,” he threatens sternly.
And wouldn’t I Love that?
I lick down his shaft, making sure that I keep looking into his eyes to see how this is tormenting him.
“I your mouth, now. Or I won’t hold back my promise!” he hisses through clenched teeth.
I only lick up the head and and do it again. He curses once more before holding my head roughly.
Shit!
He is off the bed in a blink of an eye and he is standing on his feet.
“Get on your knees,” he orders, I scramble into position. He holds my hair, wrapping it around his hand. I swallow hard and mentally prepare myself for what is coming my way.
One flick of his hips shoves him all the way into my throat, and my nose presses against his skin. He holds my head, his fingers tightening as my throat flexes involuntarily against the intrusion. I can hear him moaning and talking but I can’t pay attention. My entire focus is on not panicking and staying relaxed.
He draws back to allow me to take a grateful breath. Then he returns to my throat and my ability to breathe departs me again. He pumps roughly into my mouth, fucking my throat without any mercy. I try to keep myself from tearing but his punishing strokes keep coming. He finally pushes in one more time. I stay there, my nose against his belly, and try to swallow. It sort of works, and then I feel him swell even more. He shouts and I can feel him pulse as he comes down the back of my throat.
After a few seconds, it is over and he withdraws until just the tip remains in my mouth. I stare up at him, knowing he wants to see the spit and the tears. The edge of his mouth hitches as he swipes at the moisture on my cheek, my lips still curl around the softening girth. “You are stunning.”
When he slips free, I make no move to stand or pull away. My throat is raw and sore, like I have been yelling for hours, and my naked breasts are heavy and aching. I keep my arms behind my back, eager to keep playing this naughty game.
“Now, lay on your back so I can reward you,” he adds quietly. I don’t wait for him to say it again. He gets on his knees in the floor and then pulls my legs so that my ass is on the edge of the bed. He buries his head in my sex, and then starts eating me like his life depends on it. I threat my fingers through his soft hair, with my head tilted back digging into the mattress. I can feel his tongue flicking my clit, then dragging down between my folds before stabbing my vagina.
Oh God!
His hands, roughly grab my thighs, digging into the flesh, to keep my legs still, but I fight to wrap them around his neck as my orgasm threatens to consume me.
I use my another hand to rub my breasts as Marcello’s mouth goes on to assault my pussy. The warm feeling of his breath against my groin is another trigger to my orgasm which is waiting at bay. I need to come so bad, yet I also want to prologue this pleasure.
Marcello doesn’t go easy on my pussy. Before I know it, two of his figures invade me, stretching me as he continues to suck at my sensitive bud. A hurricane of an orgasm is coming I fight it back. I have a mixture of thoughts in my head right now, but I really want Marcello’s cock inside me right now.
He keeps pumping his fingers in and out of me. While his mouth keeps playing with my vulva. The pleasure is so intense, I can’t hold it back.
“I want you inside me, right now. Please Marcello,” I give out my desperate plea.
He doesn’t make me beg for it twice. In a swift, his fingers are replaced my his hard shaft, which drives me to my tsunami of an orgasm a few minutes later.
Oh God!
I cry out his name as the pleasure consumes me, and he muffles my screams with a kiss. He follows me after a few more strokes, coming into me with a grunt, his hot seed filling me to the brim.