Chapter 21 #2
I rub my thighs together, the pressure building into unbearable tension, while my hand glides over his body, savoring every inch.
He places his hands on my knees, gently spreading them apart as he settles between my legs. His mouth crashes onto mine, his fingers begin to glide up and down my slit, teasing me. I dig my nails into his muscular arms, crying out his name in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
His tongue trails down my breast, moving lower until it reaches my swollen, sensitive clit. He captures the tender nub in his mouth, sucking on it in a way that makes my back arch off the bed and sends a loud moan from my lips. I fist his hair, trembling as I beg,
“Tony, I need to feel you. I need you inside me.”
He lifts his head, murmuring softly, “It’s been months since we’ve had sex. Let me get you ready so it won’t hurt.”
I shake my head, propping myself up on my elbows, my body trembling with need. The pull toward him is so strong, it brings tears to my eyes.
“No, Tony. Please,” I plead with him again.
He nods slowly, crawling up my body until he’s lying beside me. Turning onto his side, he slips his right arm under my neck, using his elbow to support his weight. With his free hand he turns me onto my side, pulling my back flush against his chest.
He lifts my leg, resting it over his thigh so he can reach me fully.
My core is pulsing uncontrollably, my breathing has become erratic.
He grips his cock, guiding the velvet-soft tip along my slit.
A slick pool of arousal has already gathered at my entrance, but he’s still intent on preparing me further.
Reaching back, I let my fingers brush against the stubble on his jaw, locking my gaze with his dark, piercing eyes.
“I’m ready, Tony,” I whisper. “Please, let me feel you.”
His mouth slams onto mine as he pushes inside. The stretch stings, a slight burn as my walls tighten around him, but it’s not enough to make me want him to stop. Quite the opposite—I clench around him, pulling him deeper, as if my very life depends on it.
He raises his head, panting heavily, his brows furrowed.
“Are you okay?”
I can’t find the words. Right now, everything is just raw nerve endings on fire with pleasure. All I can do is nod.
He stays still, watching me, making sure I’m okay. I move my hips in a circular motion. A deep groan escapes his lips. Taking my hand in his, he guides it to my clit.
“Touch yourself, baby. Make it feel even better.”
I do as he says, and he rewards me with slow, deep thrusts.
My lips brush against the stubble on his jaw, and I match his movements, rolling my hips in sync.
His hand slides from the soft swell of my stomach, a mark left behind from pregnancy, up to my sensitive breasts.
He cups them, kneading gently, while his rough groans fill the room, each note stirring me further.
Our bodies move together in perfect sync. The heat of our skin mingles, and beads of sweat mix as we grind against each other. For several minutes, he tortures me with his slow, deliberate pace, pushing all the way inside me.
I don’t know how much time passes, but eventually, the orgasm builds, pulling every wave of pleasure with it. His movements grow faster, harder, and the grip of his strong fingers on my breast tightens.
Between the deep thrusts that shake me apart, he pants against my ear, “Say it, Lucia. Tell me you love me.”
And I do, without a second of hesitation, floating from the sheer intensity of being one with him. “I love you. So much.”
His movements grow rougher, sharper, grinding my back into the sheets. “Say it again,” he growls.
“I love you,” I whisper again.
A deep, guttural sound tears from his throat—full of satisfaction—right before he slams into me so hard, my cry echoes through the room. “I love you too.”
He wraps his arms around me even tighter. I clench around him, whispering through gasps, “I’m coming, Tony.”
He exhales sharply, nodding. “I can feel it, princess.”
He holds me closer, thrusting harder, faster, deeper. The sound of his body slamming into mine sends me spiraling. I bend the leg stretched out on the sheet, curling it at the knee as my vision blurs with pleasure. My nails dig into his arm as I explode with a loud cry.
The waves I had been holding back flood through me again and again. Even my fingers and toes curl inward, trembling from the ecstasy coursing through me.
I shake and scream in Tony’s arms, consumed by rapture. Between my cries, I hear his groans, and when my body finally collapses, spent and motionless, my throat feels raw from all the screaming.
I feel the warm rush of his release against the sensitive skin near my entrance and realize he’s come too.
Exhausted from the sheer intensity, I go limp in his arms. When he tries to move his arm from beneath my head, I clutch at him, pleading,
“Don’t leave me, Tony. Stay with me. Sleep with me.”
He lowers his head, pressing a deep kiss to my lips.
“From this moment until the day I die, your place is with me, princess.”
He pulls me closer, his arms wrapping around me with a possessive growl.
“Till death parts us.”