Chapter 26
26
LAZARO
The taste of her is even better now than hours ago. Fuck, I will never get enough of it. Enough of this. Enough of her. And I want it all. Every last drop of her on my tongue until she’s a writhing mess. I hear her moan, feel her body shift as she bucks up into my mouth, and I know that she loves this. Craves it as much as I do.
I suck on her clit, giving it the right amount of pressure to have her let out a guttural groan, and her hand reaches down to grip my hair to hold me in place. She may not have much experience, but I love that she knows what she wants. What she craves. And I’ll give it all to her. Every skill I have, it’s hers.
“Lazaro,” she moans, her body trembling under the onslaught. “Please. I need your fingers too.”
Such a good girl, telling me what she needs. I reward her by giving her exactly what she asks for. I move my fingers to her entrance, gently swirling them, gathering up some of her wetness to ease my intrusion. She hisses a curse, her body clamping down on the two fingers I’m carefully moving inside her. It’s my turn to groan. Fuck, I want to be inside her so bad, but I have to be careful and take things slow. She’s probably too sore to take me again.
“Lazaro,” she pleads, her body straining to move against my mouth and fingers, but not having the leverage in this position. “Please. Oh, God, that feels so good. Please, a little more.”
My cock is so fucking hard listening to her pleas. She’s so wrapped up in her pleasure that when I look up at her, I see her free hand gripping the headrest, her eyes twisted shut, her nipples hard, her thighs trembling, and her body flushed with desire. It’s a sight that will forever be imprinted in my brain. Fuck, so fucking beautiful. I’m going to order one of these chairs for our room back in Sicily. I’ll be doing this every bloody day for the rest of our lives if I have my choice.
I move my fingers a little faster, curling them to find all the spots inside her that have her stomach clenching and her body coiling up. She arches against my face so forcefully that I rock backwards, her motions the very definition of riding my tongue. I increase my suction on her clit even more, and I can feel her orgasm rising.
“Lazaro,” she cries over and over. My name is a curse and plea, and I’m desperate to send her falling over the edge so she can scream it. I wasn’t joking. I want them all to hear it. I want them all to know she’s mine.
I thrust my fingers inside her roughly, pausing only long enough to add a third, and it seems to do the trick. Her entire body detonates as her orgasm crashes over her. I yank my fingers out of her and move my mouth down to her entrance, thrusting my tongue in and out of her to taste every last fucking drop. She screams my name, then sobs it as she grips my hair so tightly that I’m sure she’s going to pull it out. But I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I want it all.
When I finally feel her orgasm subsiding and her grip on my hair loosens, I slowly pull back, gently swirling my tongue around her clit to get every last taste before I finally pull away. I carefully lower her back to the chair, and she just lays there, legs still spread over the armrests, her inner thighs spasming with aftershocks. Her eyes are closed in a blissful expression as she tries to get her breath back.
“Such a good girl for me, colombina ,” I praise her softly as I rise from my knees, careful to step back so she doesn’t feel I’m towering over her. My cock is so fucking hard, and I want nothing more than to thrust myself inside her, but she can’t take me again. Not so soon. “You came so perfectly. I’m going to buy one of these chairs for our room, because we need to do that again.”
“I don’t think I’ll survive it if we do that again,” she croaks. She peeks up at me and smiles slightly. “But I’m definitely okay to try. If I die, then I’ll at least die happy.”
I know she’s joking, but I give her a hard look anyway. “There will be no dying, Amara. Ever,” I tell her firmly.
She must think I’m joking, because she weakly waves that away. “Uh huh. Not even you can stop that, big guy, but sure, whatever you say.” Then she opens her eyes completely and lowers her legs from the arms of the chair, sitting up straight. “Now, how about we trade places so we can test how sturdy this thing is before we get one of our own?” She starts to slide off, but I stop her with a hand on her shoulder and a shake of my head.
“You’re too sore to take me again, Amara.”
She loses her smile and her expression twists into a scowl. “Don’t tell me what I am or am not, Cattaneo,” she warns darkly. Then she gets up from the chair and points at it sternly. “Pants down, and sit your ass in that chair, Lazaro. Now. Or I’ll put you in there myself.”
The image that conjures up has my lips twitching before I can stop it. “Amara, I said?—”
“I heard what you said,” she interrupts. “And we both know you’re trying to be all concerned and protective, but instead of asking me what I want, you are assuming. Do you want to put that giant cock inside me or not?”
“Of course I do,” I huff. “But?—”
“But nothing. Pants off, and sit your ass down.”
I blink down at her. “You know, you’re getting awfully bossy for a woman who thought I was going to tear her in half a few hours ago,” I can’t help but point out. “Amara, I don’t want to hurt you; your body needs time to recover.”
She stares up at me, and sighs heavily. Then, before I realize her plan, she jumps at me. I quickly grab her, lifting her into my arms to keep her from hurting herself. She starts to pull herself up like a monkey, until her face is level with mine. “Shut up and trust me for once, Lazaro,” she tells me firmly, before she grabs the back of my head and kisses me with such passion I can’t do anything but respond.
This time she’s the aggressor, moaning into my mouth as she tastes herself on my lips. My hands grip her ass tight before angling one hand so I can trace my finger down the crack of her ass to her swollen lips once again feeling her arousal dripping over my finger when I shallowly test her. She lets out a moan, her inner walls contracting to try and keep me in place when I pull out and thrust carefully back inside her.
She suddenly pulls her mouth from mine and breathes, “Do you feel how much I want you, Lazaro? How wet I am for you already? Just think how good that will feel around your cock. Don’t you want to feel me stretch around you again? Because I really do. I want to feel all of it, just like earlier. Filling me so full that—” Her pleas cut off when I thrust my finger harder inside her, her words igniting a desire so intense that any worries I have are consumed in the flames. She moans, her fingers curling into the back of my head.
If she wants me so badly, who am I to deny her? First, though, I need to get her good and ready for me.
“You’re going to take my cock again, aren’t you, Amara?” I croon as I continue to fuck her with my finger, pausing long enough to add a second one. I hitch her up a little higher to help with the angle, giving me more leverage to move faster. “But we have to get you ready to take me first, don’t we? Just like before. Feel how wet this pussy is, colombina ? It’s dripping over my hand again, isn’t it?” She cries out as I hold her still, not wanting to drop her, even as her mouth finds my neck again, biting and sucking at the skin as I push her toward the edge.
“Lazaro,” she cries into my neck as I move as fast and hard as I can. Sweat forms on my skin, but like hell am I stopping.
“That’s it, colombina ,” I praise as I feel her inner walls starting to quiver. The wet slap of my fingers moving in and out of her fills the room, until I finally feel her orgasm take over. She screams my name, and I grit my teeth to keep from spilling myself in my pants. Fuck, her reactions are so raw and real; they’re like nothing I’ve ever seen or felt before. It’s so fucking perfect. “So wet. Do you feel yourself spilling over my fingers? How perfectly messy you are for me? You’re going to take me so perfectly I don’t know how I’m going to control myself.” Unable to help myself, I swirl my fingers inside of her, making her moan and her body shudder. “I want you to do that again, but I don’t think I’ll be able to stand it without being inside you.” I pull my fingers from her, setting her down on her feet by the chair. I hold her steady with my arm around her, while the other I put to my mouth to lick my fingers clean.
Amara gives me a bleary look, before she blinks a few times and her gaze sharpens. She slants a brow and then orders huskily, “Pants. Chair.”
I don’t fight her this time. I need her too much. The smart part of my brain reminds me to go easy, but every other part is screaming for me to take her. To remind her she’s mine. I quickly toe off my shoes and socks, before I strip out of the rest of my clothes. Like fuck am I going to allow anything between us.
When I sit in the chair, Amara moves around me to the back, and I watch her over my shoulder suspiciously. She just grins at me, before she starts pumping her foot on the hydraulic bar in the back, making a few other adjustments, until I’m laid back at a forty-five degree angle. When she comes back around, she stops and takes me in. I can’t help but smile smugly when her gaze stops hungrily on my erect cock that I grip and stroke slowly. Not enough to do anything more than torture myself a little, but I have to grit my teeth to keep my control when I see her lick her lips. Fuck, there is nothing I want more than to have my cock back between those pretty lips, but I need inside her far more.
“Up here, colombina ,” I order her gruffly. My demand seems to do the trick, and she scrambles up over me until she manages to tuck her knees on the edge of the chair on either side of me and press her mound against my erection. She rocks her hips, rubbing against me, and I groan at how slick she feels. “You’re going to be the death of me, Amara,” I grit out, gripping the arms of the chair tight at the torture she’s unknowingly subjecting me to.
“Death by sex doesn’t sound so bad,” she murmurs, eyes closing as she continues to rub against me a few more times before she stops. Then she grips my cock and lifts her hips to fit me to her entrance. She swivels her hips ever so slightly before she starts to sink down, her body stretching to accept me. She whimpers, and I can see a twinge of discomfort on her face before it’s followed by pleasure as she sinks further.
I move my hand to her clit, rubbing it in the way she responded most to, and it seems to do the trick. She slickens even more, and she keeps sinking down until she’s taken as much of me as she can. “That’s it, colombina ,” I gasp, moving my hands to her hips to assist her as she braces her hands on my chest and starts to move. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”
Amara stares at me, her lips parted as she rocks over me, her hips moving faster and faster with each thrust. “Lazaro,” she moans, her fingers curling into my skin. “T-this feels different than last t-time,” she stammers out. “You feel b-bigger this way. It’s almost t-t-too much.” Her eyes sharpen with a hint of panic.
“Shhh, it’s alright, Amara,” I soothe, using my grip to slow her movements. “I’m not flat this time, and you are at an angle, so things will feel different than before. Do you feel how well your body is stretching to take me? It wants to feel full of me, to remind you that I’m there. My cock is going to hit new parts of you that it didn’t before.”
“I don’t see how that’s possible with how big you are,” she grits out, pushing against my hold to move a little faster. Sweat beads on her forehead.
I smile, wholly charmed by her bluntness. I’ll never have to guess what she’s thinking. “It’s possible,” I assure her. “Just keep moving this way until you feel ready to go faster. Don’t push yourself too hard or fast.” Even if this pace is sure to kill me.
Of course, my little dove doesn’t do things as expected and completely disregards what I’ve said. She starts to rotate her hips, gasping sharply when I hit a new spot inside her. I grit my teeth, desperate to keep myself under control, but her movements are so innocent and tempting that it’s almost too much.
She continues to move up and down, rotating her hips every so often, and I can feel her body tightening with each thrust. “That’s it, colombina ,” I praise, coaxing her as she moves faster and faster over me. “That’s it. You feel so fucking good. So perfect. Squeezing my cock so tight.” I carefully arch my hips to meet her downward thrust and she cries out.
“Again,” she gasps when I still. “Do that again.” I give her what she wants, both of us moaning and straining against each other as desire builds and stretches even further. “Oh God, that feels so good,” she moans. “I need more. Just like that.”
I move faster, gripping her hips to steady her as I pound into her at a rough but steady pace. The need to spill inside her has me in a tight grip, but I hold it back. Barely. We’re both gasping for breath, moving as one, until I feel the tell-tale tremor of her inner walls as her orgasm starts. “Yes, fuck, come for me, Amara,” I urge, reaching between us and rubbing her clit to send her over that edge. “Fuck, yes,” I hiss, feeling her detonate around me, her walls clamping down and pulling me right along with her.
She screams my name, and I snarl hers, curling my body up as I pull my hand from her clit to hold her tightly in place as I pound into her as deep as I can, and latch my teeth onto her neck just below one of the marks I left. She screams and practically convulses in my lap as she flies into another orgasm. I growl and press myself as tight into her as I can, feeling every ounce of cum erupt from my body to fill hers.
It takes another minute before we both slump back, trying to catch our breath. Amara moans as she buries her face in my neck and tries to slow her panting. I lazily rub her back, my heart finally slowing down, and some of the sweat on my body starts to cool.
“I really did think you might split me in two there for a second,” Amara tells me huskily.
I chuckle, making her gasp and her inner walls clench around my softening cock. I grunt, arching my hips to press deeper into her. “Fuck, dolcezza ,” I rasp. “Keep doing that, and you might just kill me.”
“That was your fault,” she protests weakly. “You laughed, and it made your dick move inside me. I can’t help what my vagina does. By the way, if you get any of your spunk on my new chair, I’m going to murder you. Or at least make you clean it.”
“Alright, colombina ,” I agree easily.
She lifts her head to look at me with narrowed eyes. “I mean it, Lazaro,” she warns.
I press my mouth to hers in a quick, hard kiss. She sinks into me, and when I pull away, I whisper, “I will make sure this room is spotless for you, colombina , but first, I think we should go back to our room to freshen up.”
She nods, then winces. “Oh God. Are you serious? You want me to walk all the way back to our room with cum running down my legs?”
I chuckle. “I’ll carry you,” I promise her.
“And what am I going to wear while you do that, since you tore Alonzo’s shirt?”
I scowl at the reminder and reply, “I’ll give you my shirt or wrap you up in the blanket. No one gets to see any part of you but me.”
She rolls her eyes. “Yes, yes. I’m not going over the whole ‘me caveman, you woman’ thing again, especially not when I can feel you leaking out of me right now. So how about you help me up, let me wrap myself up in the sheets, and then get me up to the bedroom.” She pauses, looking down at me. “Add to that, you need to get dressed because I’m not about to have anyone looking at all this.”
“Wouldn’t want you to get so jealous you can’t control yourself,” I tease her, even as I hold her close to me and ease myself up to my feet. When I carefully set her down, Amara winces, clamping her legs tight together. I barely hold back my laughter as I quickly dress. When I finally finish and turn around, she’s trying to hop her way over to where the blankets are, legs still crossed. I snort out a laugh, earning a death glare over her shoulder. I move quickly to pick up the blanket, wrapping her in it. “You, colombina , are adorable. My own little pixie.” I scoop her up and press a kiss to her nose.
“Fuck off,” she huffs. “Or the minute we’re in our room, I’m punching you in the dick again.”
More and more I’m thinking I need to get that cup. My little dove has a mean right hook, and she likes to aim it at my balls. I’ll have to find a way to avoid it if we want to have children as early as I hope we do. Hell, I’m almost hoping she’ll be pregnant by the time we leave to head home.
The thought fills me with excitement, thinking of her round with my baby as we leave the salon. My cock swells again, and I have to bite back a groan.
I’m well and truly fucked, because I want it all with this woman, and I have no patience. I want it all as soon as possible. I hope her dreams and desires match my own. If not, I’ll have to work hard to convince her.