32. SCARLET #2
My heart picks up speed, and I amaze myself by walking buck naked into the large, walled-off shower.
God, this man is a gift from God. For a moment, I hesitate, taking in the sight of him with his back to me.
His black hair is wet and slicked back, and water is running down his back, which is just as hard, muscled, and defined as this chest. I marvel at his delts and traps as they flex with his movements, before my eyes move to his glutes.
Shit, I can feel my pussy getting wet. I take another step forward, then another, press my face against his back, and sling my arms around his front.
Underneath my palms, I feel his pecs move over the increasing beat of his heart.
I plant a kiss on his back, and his hands capture mine as he holds them tight for a few seconds.
"Passerotta," he rasps, turning to face me.
He takes a step back, pulling me under the spray. The splattering of the warm water on my skin makes it prickle. Being so close to Antonio already has all my nerve endings on edge, so much so that the water is like a hundred kisses caressing my skin.
His large hands frame my face as he pulls it up for a deep kiss. I moan into his mouth when his tongue entangles with mine. Raising on my tiptoes, I melt into his body.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he groans as he trails kisses down my neck, sending goosebumps down my spine.
He turns me around. Wet hands move over my wet body, cupping my breasts, and all there is, is him and me and the millions of sensations spreading through my body at every single one of his kisses and touches.
He moves the hair away from my neck and sucks on the tender skin until I'm nothing but putty. Gently, he takes my hands and places them against the tiled shower wall.
"Let me worship you, passerotta."
A whimper escapes me when he bends my body forward, arranges my ass, and moves my legs apart with his knees. His hands knead my cheeks, and a hot ache runs up and down my pussy.
"Antonio," I urge.
One of his hands moves around my front, cups me between the legs, and makes my knees buckle. He grabs my hips to keep me up. "So fucking perfect," he murmurs as his thumb presses against my clit. His fingers splay my folds apart. "So wet. Tell me, passerotta, are you this wet for me?"
Another whimper escapes me as he slides his fingers inside me, then curls them to hit a secret spot that has me panting.
I feel his hard cock press against my ass and shamelessly rub myself against it, while his fingers move up and down inside me, and his thumb continues caressing my clit. His other hand is around my waist now, keeping me up, bearing all my weight because my legs can't.
His cock slides along my pussy, looking for my entrance, and eagerly, I bend back, seeking his hard length.
"So greedy," he breathes hot against my ear. "Do you want my cock, Scarlet?"
"Ye-es," I whimper.
"Hmm, what do you want me to do to you with my cock?"
"Fuck me," I manage. "Antonio, I want you to fuck me."
His hand moves back, but before I can mourn the loss of his fingers inside me, I feel the velvety tip of his dick against my slick opening. I move my hips, mewling, searching, needing. He chuckles in my ear.
"So ready for me."
Without warning, he pushes into me. All.
The. Way. My breath catches—no, it shatters.
The stretch is instant, shocking. My body clenches around him, trying to adjust, to take him.
I've never felt this full before. It's overwhelming, this deep, relentless pressure that borders on pain.
He's thick, and long, and he doesn't give me time to think, to breathe, to prepare. He's just there , buried inside me, claiming every inch. My hands press hard into the cool tile. I’m not sure if it’s to anchor myself or to keep from flying apart.
My back arches involuntarily. The burn is real—sharp at first—but underneath, it is something else.
A greedy ache I didn’t know I had. A need that crackles through me like a live wire.
He’s still, holding himself there, and it makes everything worse somehow—more intense.
Like my body is suspended at the edge of something dangerous and consuming.
“Breathe,” he murmurs, his voice rough and low against my ear. “You’re taking me so fucking well.”
God help me… I am.
"So fucking perfect, like your pussy was molded for me." He rasps.
A cry escapes my lips. Both of his hands are now holding on to my hips as he moves them in sync with his movements, keeping me up.
"Oh fuck Scarlet. You're so fucking tight," he grinds out, thrusting into me.
"Oh shit, Antonio, shit… I'm…"
"Yes, come for me, take my dick, Scarlet."
His hands are locked now, digging into my flesh, but there is no pain, only the hot bliss he's wringing from me with every one of his thrusts.
"I need you to come, Scarlet, now," he presses out.
As if my body were waiting for this command, it releases the most intense pleasure inside me.
"Antonio!" I scream as wave after wave of bliss runs through me, turning me into a boneless mess.
His body trembles behind me, his head sinks down to rest on my back, and he tries to get his hard breathing under control.
"Fuck," he groans.
With a sudden fierceness, he pulls out of me; turns me around. His arms envelop me, and I can hear the hard pumping of his heart as he presses me against him and enfolds me like I'm the most cherished thing in his world.
I can't stand as the water drops around us. It's only him holding me up as I melt into him, thinking this is my favorite spot in the whole wide world. I never want to be anywhere else but right here.