Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
ISABELLE
I kissed him deeply. My hands held either side of his face while his body pressed into me. We stumbled towards the bed, and when we got there, he took off my top slowly, torturously. His hands trailed the line of my collar bone all the way to the back, where he unhooked my bra. He was taking his time, torturing me intentionally.
I leaned forward and reached for his shirt, hurriedly unbuttoning it, and pulled it over his shoulders. He didn’t stop me until I reached for his pants.
“Vincenzo,” I said, in a defiant tone.
“Patience,” he said, pinching my nipples. He was punishing me for the words I said earlier; making sure he did everything slowly when he knew that I wanted him now.
I watched him do as he pleased with my body, kneading my breasts until they were deliciously pert and sore under his punishing ministrations. I only ever had plain sex with Mark, and Vincenzo’s merciless attentions feel like a sexual rebirth. The feeling of pain bordering on pleasure was making me discover a new height of sensation I didn’t know it was possible to reach. Then, he finally took off his clothes. I felt my mouth go dry immediately as my eyes fell on the outline of his cock beneath his boxers. God, I wanted him so badly.
“Lie down,” he commanded. I did as I was told.
He then moved until his hips rested between my legs. My fingers caressed up and down his back before wrapping around his neck to hold him close. Our tongues tangled together in an erotic dance. He tasted like wine with a little bit of chocolate. There was a fight for dominance as his tongue searched my mouth, but he won. Our tongues moved against each other, our lips in perfect sync. Nothing could be heard but the sound of me moaning softly and him groaning.
I don't know how long we kissed. His hands sliding up and down my body coupled with the feel of his erection between my legs turned me on even more. My hands slid down his back and lower, slipping beneath his boxers to grab his ass. I squeezed his ass cheek and drew his hip down against mine. He groaned and broke the kiss, burying his face into the crook of my neck.
"I need you," I gasped out. I watched him nod his head above me.
"You have no idea how much I want you," he said.
He moved back towards me. Our bodies shifted over the covers. I felt his cock line up against my entrance. He kissed me deeply as he tried to slide his length in. It took a couple of tries before he finally managed it.
My mouth parted before I bit down into his shoulder to muffle the moan that threatened to leave my lips. He groaned into my neck as he filled me up.
He started to move but I gripped his hips instead and shook my head. "No. No. Don't move. Stay inside me," I almost pleaded. It felt so good having him inside me, throbbing. I had never felt so full before. My pussy pulsed and my walls clenched around his shaft eagerly.
He remained still, letting me bask in the pleasure until I slowly started to move my hips. That was enough to trigger movement of his own. He moved slowly at first, then quicker, picking up the pace. The bed rocked beneath us, hitting the wall, but I didn’t care.
"Oh God," I moaned loudly. He felt so good.
My fingers combed through his hair as he slid in and out of me. He angled his hips slightly and bent my knees a little. My mouth parted and I bit into his shoulder again to muffle my groans. He was hitting all the right spots.
I held him tight, feeling an orgasm already bubbling up. I was surprised me how fast it happened.
"Oh, fuck! I am going to cum," I whispered mostly to myself in disbelief of my body’s reaction to Vincenzo.
He groaned and kept up his work. The bed squeaked lightly beneath us but I was too distracted by the pleasure to care. My fingers combed through his hair and I held him close. My walls clenched tighter around his length as I convulsed.
"I am cumming…" I whimpered.
He held me close, continuing to pound into me through my orgasm. I rode it out and was thankful that I didn't make too much noise even if my body wanted to scream out the pleasure I was receiving.
“I want you to moan for me, scream louder for me,” he growled, his eyes looking feral and overtaken by desire.
He kept going, sliding in and out of me. My body was exhausted but I accepted each delicious thrust of his cock into me. I whimpered and moaned softly.
“Tell me how much you want it,” he groaned. He wanted me to admit that I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me. I refused to respond, in quiet defiance. He stopped and looked at me. I groaned in frustration, hitting his chest.
“Tell me how much you want it,” he said, looking into my eyes while he was breathing heavily.
“I don’t want it,” I seethed through my teeth, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much I needed him.
“You don’t?” He raised an eyebrow at me, and I nodded. To my surprise, he began to pull out.
“Wait!” I said, begrudgingly, wrapping my legs around his waist to keep him close and pleading with my eyes for him to continue “I want you, please… don’t stop.”
“Good,” he said, as he thrusted deep into me. I moaned in relief as he continued to thrust once more.
He kissed me between thrusts, slowing down and then speeding up to make the bed squeak once more briefly before inevitably slowing down again.
And he kept going. He grunted and groaned in my ear. Alternated between kissing my neck and finding my mouth.
"I am so close," I finally heard him grunt into my ear.
My nails scratched down his back. I wanted him to cum so bad, I wanted to feel the vibration of his juices pouring into me.
He groaned and picked up the pace again. This time he didn't slow down. He pistoned his length in and out of me repeatedly. It took all I had not to scream out and accept the pounding of a lifetime. I whimpered and buried my face into the crook of his neck.
I felt his length throb, becoming impossibly bigger as it expanded. He buried himself inside me and grunted into my ear as he let go. The intensity at which he was thrusting felt so good that I could feel another orgasm building up inside me. My hips buckled with his.
By the time we came back down from the high, our breathing was heavy and erratic. His head tilted and caught my lips in a searing kiss. We lay there for a moment, just panting and basking in the afterglow.
I was the first to break the silence. "I need to use the washroom," I breathed out.
He nodded and slowly slid out of me. I let out a sigh and got out of bed. I moved towards the attached bathroom. By the time I was out, I saw his silhouette lying down on the bed and assumed he was sleeping.
I slipped into bed beside him and he stirred. He pulled me into his body and I was confused at first, but welcomed his warm embrace. I figured he wanted me close to him in his sleep so I didn’t think too much about it.
I fell asleep almost instantly, refusing to think about the consequences of our actions. I didn't wake up until a couple of hours later. I felt hot, and frenzied, in the thralls of a physical pleasure I couldn’t understand the origin of. My pussy throbbed and my sleep-drunken mind wandered to the pleasure I felt just before falling asleep.
Was I having an erotic dream? It would be the first time in my life.
The feeling of pleasure between my legs felt so real that the moan in my throat managed to wake me up with how loud and heartfelt if was.
I was startled and tried to pull myself up. But something held me down at my hips. In confusion, I finally looked down to the core of my pleasure.
I was naked under the sheets.
And Vincenzo’s face was between my legs. His hands on my hips kept me from buckling under his ministrations, while his tongue ravished and sucked on my clit.
It felt unbearable and divine.
One of his hands now brushed along my bare breast, causing me to let a huge sigh out as he turned me on.
My mind was still sleepy but slowly waking up while my body was already vibrating with pleasure I could barely contain.
“Vincenzo,” I moaned.
“What,” he whispered, his free hand fingering me slowly with two arched fingers digging into my cunt and rubbing on my most sensitive spot in between his loud and wet kisses on my aching nub of pleasure.
“Should we really do this again?”
He looked at me in silence for a while. Even in the dark room, I could see the confusion in his eyes.
“I always want you, Isabelle. Do you want it?”
He left my breasts and used his now free hand to take mine and slide it down his body towards his cock. He was already rock hard. I gasped.
“Is that enough for you?”
I nodded, smiling softly.
With the way things were between me and Vincenzo, I understood that we should make the most of the opportunity we had together.
My consenting moan gave him confirmation of my need for him, and he dived back into my cunt, licking and sucking on my lips and clit until I was begging for him to take me again.
Soon, he positioned himself over me and in a blink, his cock was inside me.
“Vincenzo,” I moaned, my arms around his neck. I wrapped my legs around him, keeping him in place. I was fully awake now, and ready.
He continued to piston his cock into me. My whimpers turned into moans and he growled in my ear.
"Scream as loud as you want, don’t hold it in” he breathed out, nipping at my earlobe. "Fuck, you feel so good!" He reached down and grabbed my ass, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts.
I found myself wrapping my legs and arms around his body as the orgasm rippled through me. I couldn't help it. He kept going, pounding into me. I got into his shoulder, still scratching him and forming marks on his skin.
"Oh, fuck!" I gasped out.
My mouth was parted and a loud moan threatened to escape. He leaned down and kissed me. In the throes of my orgasm, I kissed him back, hard. The kiss muffled the sounds that escaped me. The bed once more rocked beneath us gently as he continued pounding into me. With each thrust, I could feel myself getting closer. God, he felt so good. I could have gotten lost in the feeling.
He broke the kiss and slowed his pace down mercifully, but was still sliding into me and perfectly hitting all the right spots.
I groaned softly, gripping his shoulders. I didn’t want him to slow down.
"You like that?" he breathed out as he held my gaze.
I nodded my head, unable to construct words.
"You like this, uh?" He whimpered softly. His voice was soft but his tone was not. His gaze was intense, piercing. "Beg me to fuck you." I nodded my head at his words and he sped up slightly making my moans pitch up slightly again.
"Please," was the only word that left my lips.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked. I shook my head. I knew what he was doing, he was punishing me for being defiant earlier. That was enough for him as he leaned in to kiss me again. I accepted the kiss, gasping for breath as he continued to pound into me.
My hands slid up and down his back. When he sped up again, I moaned and reached down to grab his ass, encouraging his movements.
He was buried deep inside me and I was urging him on. I bit into his shoulder and he groaned into my neck.
"I am going to cum," he grunted into my ear as his thrusts became erratic.
I moaned into his shoulder and nodded my head. "Yes," I gasped out. Words eluded me at that point.
That helped push him over the edge. I felt him bury himself into me as he filled me up. I felt every pulse, every throb, every inch of him inside me.
Finally, his hips slowed to a halt and the reality of what happened seemed to settle in. I looked up at his satisfied face in shock.
My mind was a whirlwind of emotions; anger, confusion, and a reluctant acceptance. There was no denying that there was a… connection between us.
“This doesn’t change anything,” Vincenzo suddenly said, his expression now guarded.
“I know,” I responded, my voice barely a whisper. What he said made me feel like a rug was pulled out from beneath my feet, leaving me floundering and off balance.
But I knew that we were both lying to each other.
Everything had changed.