31

Gianna
“Fuck.” He seemed to have lost a battle with himself. He walked over to me, cupped the back of my head, and pushed me toward the window.
“You want my mouth?” The desire in his eyes, in his voice, burned me with its intensity. My mouth went dry.
“Yes.” He leaned down and kissed me. His mouth, his tongue, asked me to surrender like the rest of him. He wanted control and I gave in, let the kiss consume me until he dragged his mouth away, panting. “Do you like it?” I was stunned and could not follow his words. His mouth tightened into a commanding smile.
“Do you want my mouth like that? Or somewhere else?” “Somewhere else,” I got out, though the words were little more than a breath.
“On your pussy?” he squealed before preventing me from responding by kissing me again. Perhaps the struggle had lowered his protective walls, I didn’t care because Alessio’s utterance of that word was incredibly sexy. He lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed, where he carefully laid me down and then followed suit, his strong body pressing me against the mattress.
He continued to kiss me with silent urgency as his hands slipped into my panties. My nightgown was next. He interrupted the kiss to drag the garment over my head. I lay back, allowing him to admire me, which he did. His hungry gaze slid over my body. He was already hard in his pajama pants, and his muscular stomach swelled with each breath. I felt the unreasonable urge to follow the trail of hair disappearing into his belt with my tongue. I had admired the attractive boys from afar and appreciated them abstractly and curiously. None of them had left an impact enough to appear in my fantasies when I touched myself. My body’s reaction to Alessio was on another level. Despite his age, or perhaps because of it, the sight of his strong, all-human body sent shivers of desire throughout my body even before he touched me.
“You are so fucking lovely,” he moaned before hovering above me, engulfing me with his manly scent. The warm, comforting aroma was like a drug to my system. His lips found mine for a possessive kiss before he lowered himself. I watched his mouth close around my nipple, and at the first tug, I gasped, my hand flying up to grasp his head. “Yes!” The word slipped out unintentionally. He looked up, holding my gaze as he sucked. His mouth was warm around my sensitive skin. I felt the shockwave between my legs and clenched. “I should have done that last night.”
God, he should have. It was amazing. He lowered himself between my legs and I opened them for his strong body without hesitation, loving the feeling of his powerful, warm body on top of me. He cupped both my breasts with his large hands, squeezed them lightly, never taking his eyes off me, nor did I take mine off him. The sight of this man touching me aroused me. Gently kneading my breasts, he lavished my nipples with attention, kisses, licks and sucks until I gasped. Without thinking, I wrapped my legs around him and pushed my center against his stomach, needing friction. My wetness coated the firm muscles and made Alessio moan softly. His eyes shone with triumph and hunger. His mouth worked my breasts with even more fervor until I came close to losing my mind with the need for release. I kept rubbing myself against Alessio’s abs almost desperately, but it was not enough, not enough. I needed something more, but I didn’t know how to say it.
I made an impatient little sound in the back of my throat, my fingers clawing Alessio’s shoulder, trying to tell him without words. His eyes seemed to darken with realization. “Now I’m in the mood for something sweet.” I frowned until I understood what he meant, and then I could have cried with relief. He pushed his palms upward, and I lowered my legs from his back. Looking down at his body, he ran his fingers over his lower abs glistening with my lust for him. Then he brought them to his lips. “Sweet as a memory. Perfect.” I could only agree. But I meant the sight of him, of this strong, muscular man scrutinizing my body as if it were a revelation.
He moved downward until his face hovered just above my pussy. Last time he had made me feel insecure because I didn’t know what to expect. Now it made me feel nervous for another reason. “What if I don’t. Come again?” The last two words were whispered. Alessio had spent fifteen minutes between my legs on our wedding night, and although it had been pleasant, I had not been close to orgasm.
He lowered himself onto his elbows, then slid his palms under my thighs. He touched my buttocks, making me jerk. Averting his eyes from my center, he looked at me, and the hunger on his face alone almost made me come. “Don’t think about it. Just relax and let me take you there. Don’t be in a hurry. Just let it happen.” Then he pulled me toward his waiting mouth and . my goodness, practically French kissed my pussy. I arched up and let out an embarrassed moan. I shut my mouth tightly, remembering the children. “I’m sorry.”
“The walls are thick and our room is at the other end of the hall. Don’t worry,” he said as he rubbed his beard on the soft skin of his inner thigh. His lips and chin were glossy. I couldn’t stop looking. Should I not have closed my eyes or stared at the ceiling? Wasn’t that what women were supposed to do? Alessio dragged his tongue along my slit, holding my gaze, and I felt it too. I grabbed his hair, holding him still even though he seemed to have no intention of going anywhere. He ate me as if I were his last meal. “Do you like it?” he said in a squeaky voice between tongue flicks. “Yes,” I whispered. This was already much better than last time. Maybe because the pressure had eased off my shoulders, I didn’t care. “How about you?” I yearned. “Do you like it?” Where had this bold sexual creature been hiding all her life?
Alessio smiled darkly, not giving the impression that he minded. He squeezed my ass tightly and lifted me higher as he wedged his shoulders against my thighs so that my pussy was practically suffocating him. My useless legs rested on his back. “I like that a lot. Your taste.” He dipped his tongue inside me and I moaned. “Your moans.” He lifted his head. “The sight of your pretty pussy. So fucking pretty.” She lowered her head and I watched her mouth close on me. His eyes burned into me as he sucked lightly at first and then harder, sending shockwave after shockwave into my center. I was getting closer and closer, always on the brink but not yet ready to fall. I sank my hand into the blanket, desperate for release and so close, but something still held me back. As if a knot had been tied too deep inside me and could not untie. “Please,” I bit out.
I sobbed and choked, writhing under Alessio from the force of the sensation. I had touched myself and even touched myself out of curiosity, but the result had never been more than moderately satisfying. This was incredibly surprising. “Damn, yes, that’s right, honey,” he growled, and I almost came again. Had he just called me honey? Alessio lifted his head, looking disheveled and glistening with my desire. He kept pumping his finger in and out of me, which was wonderful and like he was trying to untie another tighter knot that I didn’t even know was there. This time it wasn’t blood leaking out of me. I had no time for embarrassment over my excitement because I was heading for another exit.
Alessio added a second finger, and although I gasped at first, the sensation soon became better and better. I moved my hips to the rhythm of his pumping. Alessio massaged my cheek del with his big hand as he watched his fingers slide inside me. “That feels good,” he growled. My inner walls spasmed, but before I could cum, Alessio withdrew his fingers. I inhaled. “I want to cum.”
Alessio smiled darkly as he pushed himself up to his elbows before slipping into his pajama pants. “You will, with my cock inside you.” He spread my legs and knelt between them. Leaning on one muscular arm, he grasped his erection and slid the tip along my slit. I was breathless from the strong pressure against my clitoris. Hypnotized by the sight of the thick red head sliding on me, covered by my juices, I raised myself up on my elbows to get a better view.