21. Adriano #3
She looks entirely unapologetic about the possibility as she lies naked and needy on my bed. “You’re taking too long.”
A laugh escapes me despite the tension wound tight through every inch of my body. “You’ve become very demanding all of a sudden.”
“You started it by showing me what I’ve been missing.”
The thought makes me smile. I love that I gave her something she felt she was missing. It makes me want to beat my chest and shout it from the rooftops.
I shrug the shirt from my shoulders before lowering my mouth back to hers immediately, swallowing the small sound she makes as my bare skin brushes against hers for the first time tonight.
Fuck.
I think I could spend the rest of my life chasing the sounds she makes for me.
My hands move slowly now, despite the hunger clawing through me, tracing over her waist, her hips, every inch of skin I uncover like I’m trying to learn her by touch alone.
She shivers beneath my hands when I drag my mouth down her throat.
“Adriano—”
The warning and want tangled together in my name nearly ruins me. “I know,” I say against her skin, though I have absolutely no idea what either of us is supposed to do with this level of wanting anymore.
I kiss my way down her belly, over her mound and lower, biting at the skin on her inner thighs as she writhes, but taking my time before I give her what she wants.
Her fingers fist in my hair, trying to steer me where she wants me and I smile against her skin before swiping my tongue through her slit. Her taste hits me at the same time she moans and the combination is deadly. Sweet and salty and something utterly her and utterly addictive.
“Adi. Oh, God.”
Holding her thighs open with my shoulders, I reach up and pinch her nipple between my fingers. I feel like I want to touch her everywhere at once. I suck on her clit lightly as I use two fingers to spear her tight cunt.
Her hand slaps the bed, her head thrashing as I nip, suck, and bite at her pussy and soak in the sounds coming from her. My chin is soaked with her juices as her thighs tighten around my head.
“I’m gonna…. Oh, God.”
I curl my fingers and stroke that spot inside her and she screams, her body writhing as her climax overtakes her. My cock is weeping, the ache in my balls at holding myself back is the most beautiful torture.
By the time I pull back enough to look at her again, both of us are breathing hard. I bend and kiss her, letting her taste herself on me, before I pull back and shuck my boxers and trousers in one go. I need to be inside her more than I need air right now.
I fist my cock as she watches me, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips.
I can’t wait to see her lips around it, but first I need to feel her climax around my cock.
I stroke my length as I reach for a condom in my bedside drawer and roll it on.
We haven’t talked about being safe and though I want nothing more than to slide inside her bare, that needs a proper conversation.
Placing my knee on the bed, I guide the tip of my cock to her opening, which is glistening with her arousal. My mouth waters wanting to taste her again, but that can wait.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
I read sex can be painful with her condition and I don’t want that for her.
“The only thing that hurts is you making me wait to feel you.”
I dip my head and take her lips in a slow kiss as I slide inside her. She’s so tight, so fucking perfect that I have to stop a few times so I don’t blow my load and embarrass myself.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Tesoro.”
“I’m so full. Are you in yet?”
I roll my lips to hide my smile. I’m a big guy and that’s all over. “Halfway, baby. You’re doing so good. You were fucking made for me.”
Casey rolls her hips, her fingernails digging into my back as I sink the rest of the way inside her. She feels like pure heaven. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this kind of pure bliss before.
I still, letting her get used to my size and not wanting to move in case I come. I kiss her slowly, my tongue stroking against her in a sensual drugging dance before I kiss my way down her neck. She wriggles beneath me as I pull her nipple between my teeth, leaving tiny bite marks along her skin.
My hips begin to rock, slowly at first, as I find a rhythm that works for her. Sweat drips down my temple as her pussy hugs my cock like a silk glove.
“So fucking good.”
My movements speed up as I feel her body tightening around me again.
“So fucking responsive.”
Wetness floods against my cock at my words, and I realize my independent woman might have a good girl kink. “That’s my good girl, taking my cock so well.”
“Adi, fuck.”
I fuck into her harder, watching her close for any signs of pain. When I see none, I let go. I fuck her hard and deep as she moans and whimpers incoherently. My balls ache with the need to come but I need one from her first. “You gonna come for me, Tesoro?”
“Yes. Oh... fuck, yes.”
“Good girl.”
A scream tears from her throat as her cunt strangles my dick so hard, she drags me over with her.
My vision goes black as I empty myself inside her in a climax so strong, I’m not sure I’ll survive it.
I hold her close as we both come down, our breaths mingling.
I could stay inside this woman forever. The thought should scare me, but it just makes me determined to figure this thing out between us so that I can make her mine forever.
I slide my still hard dick from her pussy so I can deal with the condom and kiss her slowly before I head to the bathroom. I use the facilities and wash my hands before looking in the mirror. I look the same but inside me, everything has changed. I grin before making my way back to the bedroom.
Casey’s hair is spread across my pillows, cheeks flushed, lips kiss-swollen and parted as she looks up at me with an expression so open and wrecked it nearly strips the breath from my lungs.
Beautiful.
Completely fucking beautiful.
I slide into bed and my hand slides along her thigh slowly before hooking behind it, guiding her closer to me instinctively. She cuddles in close as I pull the covers over us.
“Still okay?” I ask quietly, brushing my thumb along her jaw.
She nods immediately, her fingers curling against the back of my neck. “More than okay.”
Relief and hunger hit me so hard together they become almost indistinguishable.
I kiss her slowly this time, deeply enough to make her melt beneath me again before my forehead rests briefly against hers. “You have any idea how hard it’s been not touching you like this?” I murmur.
Her breath catches softly. “Good,” she whispers. “Because you were making me miserable too.”
That low possessive satisfaction hits me straight in the chest.
Mine.
The thought comes sharper this time.
More dangerous.
And judging by the way Casey arches into me when my hand tightens at her waist, she feels it too.
I gather her against my chest instinctively, one arm wrapped tightly around her waist while I press a slow kiss against the top of her head.
She fits there so naturally it almost unsettles me.
Like this was always where she was supposed to be.
Casey lets out a soft, tired laugh a few minutes later, fingertips moving lazily over my chest. “You know,” she murmurs sleepily, “you’re a lot more of a softie than you pretend to be.”
I look down at her. “That’s not what a man who just made you come three times wants to hear.”
“Not that kind of softie, you idiot. In here.” She taps my chest over my heart.
“And here I was trying so hard to seem intimidating.”
Her smile curves slowly against my skin. “You are intimidating.”
“Hmm.”
“You’re also apparently the kind of man who checks three times to make sure I’m comfortable before ravaging me.”
I brush my fingers slowly through her hair. “Those things are not mutually exclusive.”
“No,” she says quietly, tilting her head just enough to look up at me properly. “I’m starting to realize that.”