20. Alyssa
I sucked him as if I was sucking his life out of him. I felt his dick swell and I knew he was about to cum since he had been teasing me about wanting his cum in my mouth and I was ready.
“Stop, cara. Madre di dios! Your mouth is a honey trap,” he said as he held my head stopping me from moving and he removed his dick out of my mouth with a pop sound.
I kicked my lips as I looked up at him and he crouched to where I was and took my lips in his again. We kissed for a while and this time, it was sensual, slow. It was as of he was savouring his taste in my mouth.
“Strip for me, ragazza,” he ordered and I found myself on my feet again and shedding the bra and the panties I had on.
He drank me in and I saw him swallow.
“You have such nice breasts, cara,” he said as he cupped them with his hands.
I know that I have nice breasts and they are just the perfect size; not too big and not too small.
After touching and admiring me for a while, he removed the pants and the briefs that were already down his arse since I had lowered them when I was giving him head.
His dick bobbed and hit his abs and there was precum on the head.
“Lie down,” he said as he shed his shirt and then as if remembering something, he bent towards the drawer that was on the side of the bed and opened it.
I didn’t even care to look to see what he was getting since I was already mesmerized by the body before me.
“Here you are. Found what I needed,” he said as he returned his attention to me and towered over me on the bed.
“What are you thinking?” He asked me when he saw that I was distracted.
I couldn’t tell him. How could I tell him that I was thinking about all the dick I was going to get?
“I’m about to give you the best fuck of your life,” he declared as he bent to take a nipple in his mouth and squeezed the other teat until there was pain and I hissed.
That got a half smile out of him as he raised his head to look at me, and one of his dimples popped. Molto bello. My chest
swelled, but I quickly shoved any of those fanciful thoughts away.
He kisses me and his hard dick slapped
against my stomach. I stared, mesmerized. My goodness. It was picture perfect. That was the kind of girth and length that landed you in porn.
“Fuck me, Pietro,” I found myself saying without shame.
He was already leaking and stretched tight. Eagerly, I reached for him. I stroked a few times, enjoying the sight of my hand on his shaft, until he stopped me, saying, “I’m too close and I want to cum inside of you.”
“Come over,” he said and I rose up as Pietro rolled onto his stomach.
I raked my eyes over his broad chest and trim waist. The tight muscles and long legs. Lawd, he was beautiful.
I bit the shell of his ear and teased it in a way I didn’t know where I learned from.
“Do you need to be fucked, cara? Do
you need me to fill you up?” He asked.
“Yes,” I said and let out a long moan as I thrust my hips against him.
“Va bene,” he murmured, and I trailed my lips along his neck and over his shoulder. He felt so good beneath me, all needy and eager, his strength and brawn mine to
use as I wished. His skin was smooth, and I got lost in the exploration of his shoulder blades, the ridges of his chest. His cock
throbbed against my body, and I had to fight the urge to sit on it.
Finally, I reached for his dick and he stopped me again and then flipped us again and I was lying on the bed.
“Look at how gorgeous you are,” spreading my legs, he started playing with my clit and vagina lips wout his fingers.
“Your ass is perfect,” he complimented and that had me blushing red.
My fingers clenched the sheets when he started to massage me open.
“Are you nervous? Relax,” he whispered. “I will take good care of you.”
“It has been… a while for me,” I said without telling him that this was my first time.
This wasn’t easy, trusting another person
intimately. After a few more circles his thumb slipped into my hot, tight passage and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head. I couldn’t wait to feel his dick strangling my pussy.
“Oh, fuck. That’s it. Let me inside,” he said and I opened my legs more.
He stroked my hip as he pumped his thumb until I was rocking into the mattress.
Then, he worked in two fingers.
“Pietro,” I pleaded, my voice a quiet croak that tugged at his insides.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to give you what you need,” he said and with his free hand he reached for a condom.
He handed the foil packet to me and, keeping his fingers inside me, shifted to where I could reach my dick.
“Get me ready to fuck you,” he said and I tore the foil and then slipped the condom on him and started stroking him though he was already hard.
“Stop,” he jerked out of my grip. “I need to get inside you.”
Blood whooshed in my ears, my pulse pounding along the length of my spine, as he moved before me and withdrew his fingers.
He lined up at my tight ring of muscle and pushed in slowy. The crown slipped in and I couldn’t breathe. Big and tight. God, so tight.
When I tensed, he smoothed his palms over my hips.
“That’s it. Just wait,” he said. “Let me inside. I need to be deep inside you. Relax.”
After a few seconds he advanced, sinking further. Invading.
I huffed and grabbed the bed sheets tightly to anchor musled and he realised it.
“What’s wrong? Is it your first time?” He asked and I noticed that his accent was thicker than it was.
I didn’t say anything but closed my eyes.
“Look at me cara. Is it your first time?” He asked again and made as if to withdraw.
“Don’t. Please don’t. I need you to fuck me,” I said and he looked conflicted for a while.
“I want you to have my first time,” I said and I saw him flush and then joy passed through his face.
“Are you sure?” He asked and I nodded.
“Words. Use words, amore mio.”
“Yes. I’m sure. I want it to be you.”
“Madre di dios!” He said and then started moving again slowly as he stuffed my pussy with his gorgeous cock.
I began rolling my hips ever so slightly,
pulling back and pushing little farther each time with his movements and I didn’t even feel the pain I was waiting for as he made sure to kiss me crazy as he entered me and all I felt was the discomfort of the foreign object inside me.
It was easy now, and I lost the ability to
think. There was just sensation, the need to ride him, to chase my own orgasm. He was inside me, a perfect fit. Almost like he had been made for me.
Our hips met and Pietro writhed restlessly beneath me. Muttering, cursing in Italian and I loved it.
“You are so sweet, amore mio,” he said and I would be damned if I knew what he was saying.
If this was permanent, I would learn Italian for him.
Too bad it was just a one night stand.
Or so I thought.