“Rici,” I demand. “Clothes off. Now.”
He takes his shirt off over his head and my breath catches. I know I spent the day staring at him, but I’ve never seen a man like this. Rippled with muscle, his chest is broad with dark hair. There’s olive skin, a six pack of abs, and that distinct V that disappears into his shorts. Still looking at me, he slides his shorts down, and my eyes widen as I swallow a lump of fear.
He chuckles at my reaction.
“I… I…” Holy shit, I have no words for that dick.
“You’ll be fine,” he whispers darkly.
Will I? Will I really, though? Or will they read about me in some kind of travel no-no brochure in years to come. Pasty white Aussie girl gets fucked by Italian stallion and dies on the stake… literally.
Rico begins to work me, first with two fingers, and then with three. I see stars as I lose all my inhibitions. My legs hang limp for him, granting him an all access pass.
I grab the blanket in my hands beneath me, and within a few pumps, I shudder as I begin to feel the oncoming freight train.
Not yet… not yet.
Hold it.
Please hold it.
Fuck you, sex deprivation. I can’t be this uncool and come in four minutes flat.
But I do, and I see stars. I cry out to the sound of his voice whispering things in Italian. After that, it all becomes a blur.
I hear a packet tear open, and I watch him roll on the condom. He lifts my other leg to his chest and slowly feeds himself into me. His eyes are locked on the place that we meet. My mouth hangs open at his claiming, and he smiles down at me.
“Ouch,” I whimper. I begin to thrash beneath him as the pressure become too much. “Rici.”
“Sei nata per cavalcare questo cazzo. Prendilo.” I frown in question. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He leans down and kisses me. “I’m being careful. I’ll let you get used to me first. I won’t hurt you.” I wince. “Olivia.”
I close my eyes as the burn of his possession becomes almost too much.
“Look at me,” he whispers.
I drag my eyes up to his.
“Open up and let me in. I need you.” His voice is hushed and calming.
As if my body only bows to his command, she opens a little, and he pushes forward.
“Kiss me,” I plead, reaching for him.
He falls down over me and stares at me for a moment as he brushes the hair back from my forehead. An unexpected tenderness runs between us, and his lips softly take mine in his as he pushes all the way in.
We stay still, my heart racing at his possession. Our kiss turns frantic. Oh God, I need him, too.
“Sono rovinato,” he whispers.
“What?” I pant.
He smiles against my lips. “I’m ruined, Olivia.”
I lift my pelvis. “I haven’t started ruining you yet, Mr. Ferrara.”
He chuckles and pumps me hard. “Oh, yes, you fucking have.” He lifts me, and pulls out slowly before he pushes back in slowly. The sting of his large cock stretching me wide open is almost unbearable. We go slow for a while, staring at each other in awe. I’ve never had sex like this before. I’ve never been completely owned like this.
He begins to ride me with hard, punishing hits. The bed is hitting the wall, his teeth are on my neck, his hands are holding my legs back… his large cock is deep inside of me, stroking me-stretching me. He’s taking what he needs from my body.
Some men make love but Enrico Ferrara fucks.
He’s strong and hard… so hard.
The sound of my arousal sucking him in is loud. Our skin slapping together echoes around the room.
I’m tight and he’s big, but somehow it works between us. We’re like animals as we fuck. Nothing could stop us from taking what we need from each other.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moans. “No not yet,” he pants. I smile, knowing he’s trying to hold off his orgasm and can’t.
I love that he can’t.
“Fuck me,” I pant against his lips. “Harder.”
He lifts my hips and holds himself deep. He jerks hard as he comes in a rush, his throbbing cock sending shockwaves through my body as I clench around him.
We both cry out and come together.
And then he kisses me. It’s soft, loving, and tender. It causes my heart to freefall from my chest.
He’s got things the wrong way around.
It’s me who’s now ruined.
The sun peeks through the side of the drapes, and I frown as I wake.
I feel the warmth of a large hand on my stomach and look over in surprise.
Rici is on his side, facing me, fast asleep, looking like an Adonis. His dark curls and olive skin are a stark contrast to the white bedlinen.
I move my leg and wince. Oh fuck, I’m sore. Sorer than sore.
He may have been gentle with me the first time, the other three times, not so much.
He fucked me till I was raw.
The man is an animal and a god.
I go to the bathroom, throw a long shirt on, and then I hop back into bed while the room is still darkened. Enrico slowly wakes and then as if acting on instinct, grabs me and pulls my body to his. He kisses me softly with his big bee-stung lips. “Good morning, my Olivia.” His voice is husky.
Now that’s a wake-up hello. “Good morning.”
He holds me tight and runs his lips over my temple. “What a night, hey?”
I smile, embarrassed at how crazy he got me. I turned into an animal. I kiss his chest. “Sex with you is incredible… and different.”
He pulls back to look at me. “Different? How is it different?”
“Well.” I pause as I try to articulate my thoughts. “I’ve only ever had sex with someone I have been in love with before.”
He smirks, amused by my statement. His hand trails up over my shoulder, and he tames my hair down. “This was better different, then?”
“I wouldn’t say better. Just different.”
“I beg to differ. No sex could be better than what we had last night. That was the gold medal of sex.” He bites my neck and scooches down lower in the bed to snuggle into my chest.
I laugh and kiss his forehead. It’s weird how comfortable we are with each other. This isn’t how I imagined a one-night stand to be at all. I thought it would be cold and clinical.
His eyes dance with mischief as he leans his head on my breast. “Explain this in-love sex thing to me.”
I run my fingers through his hair. “Well, there’s a feeling that runs between the two of you.”
“Boredom?” he mutters dryly.
I laugh out loud. “No.”
“Oh, let me guess,” he teases. “So, you love him, and he loves you. You feel like you can’t live without the other, and you call each other ten times a day to talk about boring shit. You only have sex with each other, always missionary style, and everything is planned beforehand. Oh, I can’t even talk about it without falling asleep.” He bites my nipple hard. I flinch as I giggle at his answer.
“No, that’s not it.”
“What, then?”
I brush the hair black back from his forehead. His big brown eyes look up at me as they wait for my answer. “It’s having someone love you and all your faults, even when you forget to love yourself.”
He stares at me and I smile softly. “Well, that’s obviously why I never fell in love before.”
“What is?”
“I don’t have any faults, and nobody could love me better than I already love myself.” He bites my nipple hard, and then drops down to nip my hip bones. I squeal with laughter.
I fight to pull his head up. “You idiot. I could totally make you fall in love with me if I wanted to.”
He laughs against my stomach as he trails his teeth lower. “If you say so.”
“I’m not joking.” I squeal as I try escape his onslaught. He bites my inner thigh and I struggle. He pulls my sex apart with his fingers and we both fall silent as the mood suddenly changes from playful to intense.
“There’s one part of you that I really do love,” he whispers before kissing me there with an open mouth. My sex clenches.