Chapter 10 #4
The stretch burned. Not painfully, but enough that my breath stopped.
Sal stopped too.
“Breathe.”
I did. His forehead touched mine.
“More?”
“Yes. I want more, I want so much more.”
I pulled again.
Another inch.
The fullness became intense. My body resisted, then opened around him.
“More,” I whispered.
He gave it.
Slowly.
Until his hips met mine and his cock filled me completely. Neither of us moved.
His jaw was tight. Sweat had gathered at his temple. His arms shook with the effort of holding himself above me.
“Sal.”
“Yes?”
“You look like you’re being tortured.”
“It feels so fucking good I can barely think straight.”
I rolled my hips. His eyes closed.
The sound he made went straight through me.
I did it again.
Then I pushed at his shoulder.
“On your back.”
He did as I asked.
The sight pleased me too much.
Salvatore Scordato lay beneath me, naked and hard, his control stretched thin. I climbed over him and sank onto his cock. He filled me deeper at that angle.
I braced my hands on his chest and began to ride him.
Slow at first.
Then harder.
His hands closed around my hips. He guided me. Not controlling the rhythm. Helping me find it.
Each downward stroke drove him deep. Pleasure built again, slower now, mixed with the thick drag of him inside me.
I watched his face. The severe mouth open. The heavy brows drawn tight.
His body beginning to move beneath mine despite his effort to remain still.
“Let go,” I said.
“Dangerous instruction.”
“I want it.”
His hips drove upward. I cried out. Again. Harder.
The careful man vanished one thrust at a time.
I leaned down, kissed him, and felt his discipline fail beneath my body.
I leaned down until my mouth touched his ear.
“Turn me over.”
His grip tightened.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You in control. I want you to turn me over and fuck me, Sal.”
He moved. One second I straddled him.
The next, I lay beneath him with his body braced over mine. He kissed me hard, then pulled out.
The empty feeling made me protest.
Sal turned me onto my stomach.
My pulse jumped, and his hand settled between my shoulder blades.
He lifted my hips and placed a pillow beneath them. Then he bent over me, his chest against my back. His mouth touched my shoulder.
“Hand.”
I gave him mine.
He linked our fingers against the mattress.
His other hand guided his cock back into me.
The first thrust made me gasp.
The second drove deeper.
Sal’s breath grew rough beside my ear.
He withdrew almost completely and drove back in. The force moved me against the pillow.
Pleasure burst through my body.
“Again.”
He gave it to me.
Each thrust landed deep. Controlled, but no longer gentle. His hips struck my ass, waking the tenderness left by his hand the night before. Pain and pleasure mixed without turning into punishment.
I pushed back. Sal groaned. His fingers tightened through mine.
“You feel so good,” he said. “So fucking good.”
Praise moved through me like touch.
“Tell me.”
“My beautiful girl.”
He thrust harder.
“My brave girl.”
Again.
“Mine only because you choose it.”
The words broke something open inside me.
I turned my face into the mattress and moaned.
His free hand slid up my spine, gripped my hair. He gathered it at the nape and pulled enough to lift my head.
Not too hard.
The tension opened my throat and arched my back, changing the angle until his cock struck exactly where I needed it.
“Like that?”
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
He did not.
His rhythm became fierce. The bed struck softly against the wall. My body tightened around him. Every thrust pushed me closer.
Then Sal released my hair.
“I want to see you.”
He turned me beneath him. I wrapped both legs around his hips before he could ask. His cock slid back inside.
Face-to-face.
Sweat darkened his hair at the temples. His mouth was swollen. The cut on his cheek had held, though the skin around it had flushed.
He looked wrecked.
Beautiful.
He gave me everything he had held back. His hips drove into mine. Deep. Fast. His hand cupped the back of my head while the other braced beside my shoulder.
I met every thrust.
The pleasure tightened until I could barely breathe through it.
“Sal.”
“I’m here.”
“I’m close.”
“Come with me.”
His forehead pressed against mine. His rhythm broke.
That was what pushed me over.
The orgasm took me hard. My body clenched around him, thighs locking at his hips. I cried out against his mouth. Sal thrust once. Twice.
Then he went rigid.
My name tore from him as he came.
I felt the pulse of him inside me. His body shook above mine. His face pressed into my neck, breath hot and broken against my skin.
For several seconds neither of us moved.
Then his weight shifted. He started to pull away. I tightened my legs.
“Stay.”
Sal stayed. Not forever. Long enough.
When he finally lifted himself away, he returned with a warm cloth. I watched him clean me.
No embarrassment. No detachment.
His touch remained intimate even after desire had stopped demanding anything.
He cleaned himself, brought water, and made me drink half the glass before he joined me.
“This is tyranny,” I murmured.
“Drink.”
I finished it.
“Good girl.”