Chapter 12
THOR
“Sure… That would be nice.”
I led her to the chaise, and when she sat, I knelt in front of her. A lazy smile curved my lips. I held her right foot, then the other.
Sandals off, I kissed the delicate tops of each of her small feet.
Her gaze never left me. Setting me on fire and daring me to stay calm. I forced myself to, keeping my movements slow and meticulous, even though I was boiling inside and all I wanted was to thrust into her until we were exhausted.
Anticipation made me harder with every minute, and catching a glimpse of her pussy covered by a delicate piece of black lace when I maneuvered her foot did nothing to help me stay calm.
Don’t scare her. That was my mantra… a failing one.
The thing was, Ella was feeling vulnerable and insecure, and in a way, I liked her like that.
She evoked a frightened virgin who had no idea what happened between a man and a woman in private, or how sensual she was in her partner’s eyes.
And I, being the good pervert I was, wanted to lead her down the wrong path and teach her everything dirty and delicious.
Still, I loved her confidence and her uninhibited certainty when she was naked in my arms. I wanted her surrendered to the desire burning in us.
I wanted her certain that she was still as hot or hotter in my eyes.
That she knew the mere fact of hearing her moan, or simply looking at her, made me hard and blind with the urge to fuck her.
I wanted her hungry. Thirsty. Absolute. Authentic. Shameless. And above all, I wanted her without any shame before me when I lost myself in her.
I stood and held out my hand to her.
“Come.”
Ella looked at me, restless and curious, before accepting my hand.
I led her in front of the large mirror and positioned myself behind her.
With my touch, my kisses, and my words, I showed Ella she was still as desirable as before, that I was still crazy about her.
I couldn’t resist falling to my knees when she was naked in front of me. I worshipped the most tempting part of her, drank her pleasure straight from the source, listening to her moans and the desperate touch of her fingers pulling my hair for more.
Having Ella like that, her wet pussy melting in my mouth, her needy moans, the desperation in her gestures when she pulled me up, demanding my mouth on hers, tasting herself on my lips.
I only wanted to spread her out on the bed and feast.
I climbed over her body, keeping my arms straight so I wouldn’t hurt her. Her hands gripped my sides. I bent my head. Ella licked my chin, my mouth… kissed me, and I let her, loving her desperation…
“If you want me to fuck you, you’ll have to ask for it, baby.”
“Fuck me, Heithor. Fuck me hard.”
I didn’t fuck her. I made love to her, like that, eye to eye, sliding into her inch by inch. Slowly. Persistently. Impaling her to the hilt. Feeling her wet channel resist the invasion before surrendering to my conquest. I could feel her pussy trembling around me… In and out… Her moans… Our moans…
Luxurious hunger burned in her eyes. Her lips drew a smile worthy of a work of art. Ella leaned toward me, brushing her mouth against mine.
I kissed her and lost myself in the kiss.
Gentle. Patient. Sensual. Deep.
Our lips moved with wet sounds, our tongues playing sensually, feeding my need for her.
I began moving my hips in sync with the kiss.
In and out. Slow and deep. Rhythmic. I pulled back, panting harder.
Her head fell to the side on the pillow, her eyes closed and the corners of her mouth curved, her face shining with pleasure. Ella was naturally sexy.
I fought with every thrust to love her the way I wanted, the way she deserved, even though her eloquent pleas tried to dissuade my primitive desires.
Soft, slow, and passionate. Appreciating every tiny movement of our bodies together, every agonizing sensation.
I calmed her urgency with my tongue stroking hers, moving my lips against hers, trapping us in an intimate bubble of pleasure that belonged only to us.
My own desire mirrored in her gaze. Building our climax slowly and gradually.
And then all I could feel was her and that shiver of wild need when her pussy milked me hard and Ella exploded, her whole body shaking with a sexy, feminine moan that made me desperate for my own orgasm, the way fire chases a trail of gunpowder.
I came buried inside her, filling her to capacity, wanting to push all of myself into her.
“Wow!” she sighed.
“Yeah,” I grunted breathlessly, holding her, kissing her shoulder. “I missed being home, baby… You’re delicious…”
After a while, I stood beside the bed and carried her to the shower…
and then we started all over again… this time with madness, with urgency…
I took her from behind, on the bed, on her knees, her back against my chest, her hands in my hair and over my hand gripping her full breast. I fucked her with abandon.
I went in and out, pushing my tongue into her mouth.
Fucking her lips. Fucking her pussy. Hard, persistent strokes, my fingers digging into her hips.
Marking her in every possible way. We devoted ourselves to moaning and growling curses, demands, into each other’s mouths.
Ella was as hungry as I was. Hands and mouths everywhere.
“Oh, Dio! Yes, Thor… Like that, fuck me like that…”
Her nails marked my skin.
Lust blinded me. I plunged deep and hard.
“I wanted to be inside you every damn day. And now I’m going to take you until you’re too weak to handle it.”
“I’m already too weak,” Ella moaned. “You’re going to wear me out.”
“And you’re going to enjoy every minute of it… I promise.”
Our breathing was loud and uneven, the wet sounds of our flesh colliding, of kisses, of the bed creaking. The moans. They filled the room.
Sweat covered our hot skin, making our bodies slick.
I stopped, moving my hand to her clit, teasing her, and held her face, turning it so I could look at her while I made her come on my cock.
Her expression… the erotic sounds coming from her mouth… her grip…
“Christ, you’re beautiful when you fuck. Fucking perfect.”
Her eyes opened, her fingers tight in my hair when Ella screamed her pleasure. I came right after, spilling my own life into her pussy.
I fell back, sitting on my legs, and pulled her with me, savoring the contact of her panting body against mine. Her head fell onto my shoulder.
The room smelled like sex.
It smelled like Ella and me. Us.
I fucking loved it.
Ella touched my face, her breathing unsteady. “I love you.”
I stretched out my hand, covering the side of her face with my palm. “I love you, Antonella. There is no other human being on the face of the earth happier than I am.”
“I disagree… Everything happening right now, this feeling and the way I feel, means more than pretty words could ever say.”
“I waited for you for so long. Even when everything was against us, I waited for you…” I said, emotional, my eyes wet.
“…And despite everything that happened between us, all the setbacks, misunderstandings, mistakes, and hurts, I wouldn’t trade any of it, because everything that happened, good and bad, brought me you. ”
Her fingers intertwined with mine over her swollen belly.
Ella leaned her head back against my shoulder and exhaled languidly, her body loose, totally relaxed and surrendered to me without reservation.
I felt like a fucking hero.
Being her man made me feel that way, fucking good, fucking happy.