Luciano
“Luciano!” She yelled, her voice drowned out by the beating waves, “Help me!”
I didn’t know who she was, but she was drowning I needed to save her.
“Raven!” I called out, surprising myself. She wasn’t Raven, but I didn’t care, I needed to help her, she was drowning!
I reached out to save her, but my hands passed through her ethereal form.
“Save me!” She murmured, gurgling as the waves lapped around her and I stared at my own fingers in confusion.
Terror gripped my heart, my mind consumed by thoughts of losing her. Slowly, she began sink as I reached into the water further, yelling for her even as I started to lose my voice.
I gasped for breath, jolting awake, my eyes wide with fear.
As the hazy remnants of the nightmare fade away, I find myself in the safety of our bedroom. The moonlight peeked through the curtains, casting an hazy glow upon the room. My heart still racing, I slowly turned towards her – Raven.
To my surprise, she is awake, her eyes fixed on me. The worry etched across her face mirrors the remnants of my own distressing dream.
“What is it Luciano?”
“Nothing” I muttered, running my hand over my hair, embarrassed she had seen all that, “It’s nothing okay, just a bad dream, go back to sleep.”
But she didn’t, she just forced me to look into her eyes, placing a finger under my chin, “Kiss me.” She said shortly. It sounded more like a command than a request, but I didn’t care.
I leaned in to kiss her forehead, holding her there for a while before separating, but she didn’t let go of me. She just stared into my eyes, her lips moving like she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.
Without thinking, I leaned in and kissed her.
It was warm and wet and beautiful, her hands travelling up to hold my neck as the kiss deepened, our tongues wrestling until we sprang apart, breathless.
“Don’t fucking stop Luciano.” She said, pulling me into her again.
She was kissing down my chest before I knew it, getting to my waist. She paused for a moment as I felt her hot breath against my groin, making me moan.
Even in the darkness, I saw her smile as she pulled down my pants in one move, taking my already semi erect dick and popping it into her mouth without so much as a second thought.
She heard my heavy breathing and slipped my dick out her mouth and ran her tongue up and down the underside of the shaft. She did this for several minutes, staring into my eyes while massaging my cock with her tongue and bathing the head in her warm saliva. “Is this what do you like?” she moaned. Having no experience I also had no answer but to groan in agonized pleasure as she again opened her mouth and let the head sink past her lips.
Her teeth grazed the shaft as she pressed forward and several inches of my cock disappeared into her mouth. The knot holding her silky brown tresses fell loose and her hair spilled around her face and shoulders as she bobbed her mouth up and down my dick making it glisten with her wetness. My excitement surpassed mere arousal and I watched transfixed as she orally ingested more and more of my turgid pole. I felt my dick bump against the opening of her throat and she emitted a gurgling moan and slipped her mouth off my cock. A thick string of glistening saliva connected her lower lip to my throbbing organ and her lips were wet with spit and my oozing precum. She stroked my slippery tool with both hands and looking up at me while she slowly reached behind her neck and untied the slender straps holding up the front of her low-cut dress and pushed the soft fabric away from her small, firm breasts. She cupped a breast in each hand and fondled her hardened nipples as I continued to pump her face with mounting intensity.
I stroked faster and deeper. The harder I fucked her face the more Bridget moaned. I pulled out and she gasped for breath but reached instantly for my sloppy pole. Saliva dripped from her parted lips and my glistening shaft, coating the soft skin between her petite breasts. Levering my cock up against my belly, she kissed the tip and slid her lips down the shaft and swirled her tongue around my tightening balls.
I felt myself reaching the point of no return when I pulled away, leaving her whimpering a bit.
“On your knees.” I said, panting. Tonight was going to be about her and her alone.”
For the first time, she didn’t argue, she got on her knees on the bed and faced the headboard, arcing her back at me.
Coming up behind her, I pull her into me roughly with my left hand and pull her mouth closer to mine. I slid my right hand down there, going under and upwards with my fingers, my lips inches away from her. She gasped through her mouth as my fingers wiped a slick trail of wet excitement away from her. I wiped it on her stomach as her body shivered with nerves and lust.
I leaned my ear into her lips, there was no sign of protest this time, a few murmurings as words failed her in a delirious state. She was becoming far more compliant, so quickly.
“Lean forward.” I wanted a view of her, her pert bottom, raised up in the air for me.
She tried taking in the oxygen through her mouth, as each stroke of my hands becomes louder. She wws bleating, straining in the sheets as she straightened her back out for me. Next time I’d have her hands behind her back, held tightly against the headboard to slow further movement.
Ever so slowly I slide my fingers inside her, letting her wrestle against my attack of erotic lust. She tried to steady her hips as I let my fingers writhe and slide inside her, pulling her towards me effortlessly. With each rap of my other hand on her backside she grows louder through the mouth, her voice demanding a more fervent attack from my hands on her quivering slit.
Gradually, I built up the speed, the bedframe shaking heavily as it struggled to hold both our weights, my eyes capturing every shuddering movement of her body. Her nipples were taut, standing erect as the moonlight splashed across her naked bottom, creating a beautiful kaleidoscope of colours across her curves. I placed one hand on her hip as I worked my fingers in and out of her, imagining what it would be like to lick her dry down there, to lash my tongue against her pulsing clit for as long as I wanted to.
“Look at you, you’re going to cum all over my hands and you can’t do anything about it can you? You are, aren’t you Cara” My right hand moved in and out of her faster and faster, curling my fingers upwards as my left hand gripped her throat tightly. I leaned forward to kiss her neck, feeling it’s warmth and nuzzling it a little as I nibbled on the beautiful skin, her chest heaving greatly. She was going to cum.
“Who do you belong to now?”
Whimpers below the sheets, she was resisting it even now.
“You tried to play the tough girl when we first met. The tough as nails young, fiery woman in the power suit, giving me hell. You don’t fool me, you’re in too deep aren’t you? Well now, I own you, you’re mine to play with however I want. Say you’re mine.”
I leanee in to close her to hear her, her hair brushing against my ears. Her lips are parting as my right hand accelerated into her twitching core. She was going to say it.
“Say it.”
More hurried breaths as she tried to resist me. But I knew she’s going to crack.
“Say it. You don’t get off until you say it for me.”
She moaned at me. “Oh my god, please,”
My left hand clamped her clit and rubbed her furiously as my right hand continued its furious pace. Her juices flowed down her leg and onto the bed in an endless stream as she cried loudly under the gag, panting against it and moaning as her body lost control, crumpling to her knees. My erection pushed against the seam and zipper of my navy pyjamas, crushing against her back as I grabbed her by the waist and hauled her back up from the bed, applying the first gentle kisses to her neck and hair.
When she finally stopped panting so hard, she swallowed, “That was… intense.”
I nodded, unable to say something more complicated than “Yeah.”
“We made a mess Luciano, I need to clean up.”