Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty Nine
Antonio
Her ass is perfect. High and tight. A perfect handful.
I run a hand over it, and she shivers. I can see how wet she is, glistening in the dim light of the room. I run a finger through her folds, and she arches her back, a soft moan escaping her lips.
I’m so hard it hurts. It seems like I've been hard for weeks. And now she’s here, bent over the couch, her body flushed from the orgasm I gave her with my mouth, and she’s all mine.
I lean down and take another quick taste of her, just to hear her make that sound again. I’m not disappointed. She moans, her hips bucking back against me.
“Please,” she whispers, her voice muffled by the couch cushions. “Antonio.”
"Mmmm," I say against her skin. "So fucking good."
I grip my cock, stroking it slowly, spreading the pre-come over the head and position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock just teasing her opening. She’s so wet, so ready for me.
I press forward, just an inch, and she whimpers. She’s so tight. So fucking tight.
I don’t push in. Not yet. I want to savor this. Savor the moment I finally get to be inside her again.
I run a hand down her spine, then back up to her hair. I fist a handful and pull, just enough to make her back arch, her head tilting back.
The perfect angle.
"Antonio," she gasps, and the sound of my name on her lips is my undoing.
I push forward, sliding into her in one smooth, hard stroke.
The pleasure is so intense it’s almost pain. I’m home. I’m finally home.
She cries out, her hands fisting in the couch cushions.
"You're so big," she moans.
"You can take it," I say, my voice rough. "You were made to take my cock."
I pause, buried to the hilt, and just feel her. Feel her tight heat wrapped around me. I can’t believe I almost gave this up. I can’t believe I let her push me away.
I give her a second to adjust to my size, then I pull out, leaving just the tip inside her, before I slam back into her. Hard.
"Yes," she cries out. "More."
So I give her more. I set a brutal pace, my hips pistoning against her, my balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. I watch my cock disappear into her body, over and over, and the sight is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
She meets me thrust for thrust, pushing back against me, taking everything I give her, and begging for more. The sounds she’s making are driving me insane, a symphony of whimpers and moans and cries of my name.
I love it. I love that I’m the one making her feel this way.
I've never felt particularly possessive over a woman before. But with Elsa… it’s different.
I want to mark her. I want everyone to know she's mine.
I want to fuck her in the conference room, in my office, on my desk.
I want to bend her over the hood of my car and take her from behind in a parking garage.
I want to fall asleep inside her. I want to be inside her all the fucking time.
The thought is so primal, so intense, it shocks me.
This isn't enough. I want to be skin to skin. I want to feel all of her.
I pull out, and she makes a sound of protest.
I don’t give her a chance to say anything. I pull her off the arm of the couch and guide her to lie back on the cushions.
"On your back," I say, following her down and covering her body with mine. "I want to see you."
I spread her legs with my knees and enter her again, and this time it's different. Slower. Deeper.
I’m looking in her eyes as I sink into her, inch by inch, torturing us both. I watch the pleasure wash over her face as I fill her. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown with desire, and they’re locked on mine. I know she feels it too.
This is more than just sex.
This is inevitable.
"Antonio," she whispers, and her hands are in my hair, pulling me down for a kiss.
It’s a messy, desperate kiss, all teeth and tongue and need.