32. Saverio
32
SAVERIO
H er bag tumbles to the floor with a soft thud, barely crossing the threshold as we stumble inside. I press Lucia against the solid oak door, feeling her body tense with desire as our lips crash together again. Our tongues intertwine in a passionate dance, exploring and tasting. My hands roam her curves, tracing intricate patterns on her hips as I pin her firmly against the unyielding wood. She gasps into my mouth, the sound sending a jolt of electricity through my body. A soft whimper escapes her, fueling the fire between us. The gentle scratch of her manicured nails along my forearms ignites a trail of goosebumps, sending a delicious shiver cascading down my spine.
With Lucia’s breasts pressed firmly against my chest, I can feel her nipples hardening beneath the fabric of her blouse. The intoxicating scent of vanilla and a unique essence that is undeniably her swirls around me, engulfing my senses and driving me to the brink of insanity. Each ragged breath she takes fans the flames of our mutual desire, leaving me desperate to explore every inch of her.
As I deepen the kiss, I explore the warmth of her mouth, my tongue dancing with hers in a passionate duet. My left hand trails down her curves, finally settling on the soft curve of her ass, pulling her closer still. Lucia responds eagerly, her hips rocking against me. The heat radiating from her body is intoxicating, and I can feel the insistent press of her desire as she grinds against me.
With reluctance, I pull away from the intensity of our kiss, tracing a path of fire down her neck with my lips. I nibble and suck gently, savoring the taste of her skin as I descend further. Her rapid heartbeat echoes beneath my lips, a frantic drumbeat that resonates with every part of her I touch. My right hand wanders up her toned leg, slipping beneath the fabric of her skirt to caress the silky softness of her inner thigh. A shudder runs through Lucia’s body at my touch, her ragged breath catching in her throat as she surrenders to the moment.
Trailing my lips up the flat expanse of her stomach, I graze her sensitive skin with my teeth, eliciting a gasp from Lucia as she presses herself against the door. Her body responds eagerly to my touch, her breath hitching in anticipation. My mouth finds the curve of her hipbone, and I nip playfully, reveling in the taste of her skin—a heady mix of salt and sweetness that drives me wild. I murmur dirty words against her flesh; each whispered promise sending a tremor through her body. My left hand joins the right, both now roaming beneath her skirt, teasing the soft curves of her hips and thighs. Lucia’s nails dig into my shoulders, her desperate whimpers a symphony of desire that fuels my own wanton need.
I untuck her shirt, ripping it open and hearing buttons fall to the ground. She wears a sheer lace bra underneath, her nipples erect against the fabric, begging to be tasted.
Her breath hitches as I nip at her shoulder blade. I trace a path up to her earlobe, planting delicate kisses along the way before capturing it between my teeth. “You taste so damn good,” I whisper huskily, my voice thick with need. “Like heaven on earth.” I flick my tongue against the lobe, teasing it gently before grazing it again with my teeth. The soft moan that escapes her lips is music to my ears.
It’s almost torture to pull away from her long enough to drag her to the couch. Her new couch. Purchased sometime after our last heady encounter when I fucked her while she was on her period. I put down a blanket, but it still looked like a crime scene. I still have the blanket at home, a reminder of just how depraved Lucia can be when she’s in the mood.
“I’m putting a baby in you tonight,” I whisper in her ear as I lay her down on the couch.
The sound of her protest dies in her throat as I release the clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts to my eager gaze. I waste no time in taking one of her nipples between my lips, my teeth grazing lightly over the sensitive peak. Lucia’s body reacts instinctively, pressing into my touch as if seeking more. My tongue traces circles around her nipple, feeling it harden under my ministrations. I alternate between gentle sucking and rapid flicks, teasing her mercilessly until she’s writhing beneath me, her moans filling the room.
The sound of my name on her lips sends shivers down my spine as I hear the need in her voice. I trail kisses down her stomach, breathing in the sweet scent of her skin as I go. Her breasts sway with each gentle bob of her chest, begging for more. “Saverio,” she whispers again, pleading this time.
I dip lower, tracing the edge of my tongue along her belly button, and then lower still until I reach the hem of her skirt. Slowly, I pull it up, exposing smooth, toned legs. My hands wander up her thighs, stopping at the lacy edge of her panties for a second before I tug them down her thighs, tossing them away. Lucia’s already wet, and I can’t help but smirk against her skin. My tongue teases where my fingers will soon go, tracing circles and lines down her inner thigh.
Lucia’s breath hitches as I part her folds, her body tensing for a brief moment before surrendering to my touch. The scent of her arousal hangs heavy in the air, and I find myself lost in the taste of her. My tongue explores every inch, lavishing her with soft kisses and gentle licks. Her hips begin to move in time with my ministrations, and I can’t help but smile against her warmth. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper breathlessly, my words muffled against her core. My fingers tease her entrance, eliciting a low moan from her lips as she grinds against my hand. I take my time, savoring every moment, as I bring her closer and closer to the edge.
I feel her walls start to tremble as I work my tongue against them, and I know she’s close. I push two fingers inside her, finding her entrance slick with her arousal. “Fuck!” Lucia moans, her voice thick with desire.
I tighten my grip on her hips, steadying her as I drive my fingers deeper into her. She gasps, her breath hitching as I find that sensitive spot that makes her quiver and squirm. I can feel her pulsing around me, her body begging for release.
I lose myself in her, my tongue tracing lazy circles around her clit before darting in to flick it mercilessly. She cries out, her voice echoing off the walls, and I can feel her getting closer and closer to the precipice.
Her muscles clench and release around my fingers, drawing me deeper into her warmth. I can feel her start to shake, her body trembling with the force of her impending orgasm. I growl in satisfaction, my own desire building as I watch her come undone.
With one final thrust, I slide a third finger inside her, stretching her tight ring of muscle. She lets out a high-pitched whine, her back arching off the couch as she writhes beneath me. I can feel her walls clamping down around me, milking me for every drop of pleasure as she hurtles towards her release.
“Fuck…ah…god, please…” she begs, her words blurred together by passion. I smile against her core, feeling her walls start to quiver as she gets closer and closer to her orgasm. Finally, she cries out my name, her body going rigid as she comes apart in my mouth, her juices flooding my tongue and throat.
I need to be inside her, need to drown myself in her. I fumble with my jeans, pulling my dick out. It’s so hard that it’s painful as it scrapes against the fabric. Precum covers the tip as I position myself above Lucia. Her breath hitches slightly as I force my head past her entrance, her hips tilting to meet me. With a slow, steady thrust, I push inside her, and tight heat envelopes me.
I groan as I drive myself even deeper, my hips rocking against hers with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Lucia’s back arches off the bed, her body responding to my every thrust. The slick heat of her envelops me, pulling me further in as I lose myself in the sensation of her.
The room is filled with the sound of our bodies coming together, skin slapping against skin in a steady rhythm. Her breathing becomes more shallow; each exhale is punctuated by a soft moan that sends a jolt of pleasure through me. I lean in, capturing her mouth with mine, our tongues tangling together as we kiss deeply. My free hand runs through her long, silky hair, pulling her closer as I lose myself in the taste of her.
As we move together, I can feel the tension building within me; my body coiled tight like a spring. Lucia’s hips begin to meet my thrusts, her movements growing more urgent as she matches my rhythm. I can feel her tightening around me, her body trembling as she nears the edge again—so quick, so responsive to my touch.
Suddenly, Lucia breaks the kiss and whispers, “Fuck me harder.”
I obey her command, slamming my hips against her as she meets my fervor with equal passion. Her nails dig into my shoulders, urging me on. Her moans fill the room, mingling with the sound of our breaths and the thumping of our hearts.
As her legs lock around my waist, she pulls me deeper into her core. I can feel the heat emanating from her body, her sweat mingling with mine as I lick along her jawline, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin. I kiss my way down Lucia’s neck, nipping lightly as I reach between us to stroke her clit, feeling her wetness coat my fingers. She cries out my name, her voice hoarse and needy.
Her body tenses beneath mine, a delicious pressure that builds with each passing second. I can feel her muscles quivering, tightening around me as she nears climax. My own body responds in kind, every nerve ending electrified with anticipation. I thrust harder, determined to bring her to the brink with me. My hips piston against hers in a brutal rhythm, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. I can feel the sweat trickling down my temples, my breath coming in short gasps.
With one last powerful thrust, I feel her body shudder beneath me. A shudder that sends me over the edge as well. I bite down on my lip to stifle the moan that threatens to escape, but it’s too late. The sound rips from my throat, raw and primal. I feel the warmth of her pussy squeeze tightly around me as we both climax, milking every last drop of pleasure from each other’s bodies. My cum shoots out in long, hot bursts, filling her up completely. We collapse onto the couch, spent and satisfied, our bodies still trembling from the aftershocks of our shared release.
Saverio,” she groans. And I know she wants to protest me coming inside her.
“Shh, Dandelion.” I work my hips a few more times, ensuring that the last of my sperm is buried as deep within her core as possible. “Don’t fight it. We belong together.”
For a moment, Lucia seems to tense beneath me, as if she’s still trying to find the strength to argue or push me away. But then, with a soft sigh, she relents, her body going limp in my arms as she leans forward to press a tender kiss against my cheek.
“I needed that,” she whispers, her voice filled with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction. It’s a simple admission, but enough to make my heart swell with happiness.
“I needed it, too, gorgeous,” I respond, my voice husky with emotion—I needed it more than she could possibly know.
As we lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, I can’t help but think about how lucky I am to have her in my life. Despite all the challenges and obstacles we’ve faced, we always find our way back to each other. Lucia and I are inevitable.