43. Where do you want me?
MICHELA
43
“Where do you want me?”
Corrado’s eyes brighten, my capitulation exciting him. He reaches behind me and unzips my dress. It loosens, and he kisses my left shoulder, then the right one, while fisting the dress in the middle and slowly pulling it down.
The yellow dress lands in a pile around my feet.
Corrado steps back, and his gaze heats my body. I flush with how hot he makes me feel when he openly admires me.
“Take off your panties. Do it slowly.”
I slip two fingers under the elastic and wiggle my bottom flirtatiously, sliding the panties down and off my hips.
“Teasing me will make me lose the tiny bit of control I’m holding on to.”
“That’s the point, husband.”
He sucks in a breath before all amusement leaves his expression, and he fists the side of the panties and rips them off. “Careful what you wish for,” he says. He bends and slaps a palm over the back of my thigh. He digs his fingers into my flesh and pulls my leg up and over his hip. With my pussy open and bared to him, he aims his cock at my entrance.
Corrado presses a hand over my mouth and plunges inside me. The moisture does nothing to ease his entry, and I whimper against his palm as he pulls back and does it again and again, stretching my tight channel.
“Fuck.” He swallows and starts moving in and out now with more ease, and that’s when it starts feeling good. I haven’t had sex in over three years, which, for someone in their twenties, is a long time. Most men I’ve met aren’t interested in more, and I can’t have one-night stands or even a weeklong relationship.
I’ve done pretty well fending off men who’re interested only in sex. But Corrado isn’t like most men. He’s a tornado inside me, fucking me before I can even realize that he’s in me without a condom.
Corrado picks up my other leg. I hook my ankles behind his back while he fucks me against the door. Bareback.
I cup his face and kiss him, speaking against his mouth. “It feels good.” I hitch a breath, and he starts moving more forcefully. My breasts bounce against his chest, and his arms are under my ass, holding it tightly.
“I’m clean,” I tell him.
“I know,” he says and walks us toward the bed. He dumps me on the mattress, and my gaze immediately finds his large cock that’s glistening from my wetness. It’s terribly sexy, and I scoot up on the bed and spread my legs wide.
He crawls over my body, and we join again, but this time, it’s different. It’s way, way different. Inside me, Corrado moves lazily, making eye contact as he reaches for the nightstand and turns on the lamp.
Soft yellow light illuminates his handsome face. Bright hazel eyes watch me.
“I would never compromise you,” he says. “We’re both clean. I fuck with a rubber on. Unless…” He kisses me. “The woman I’m fucking is my wife. My wife, I fuck skin on skin, body on body, so when she comes all over my cock, I can feel it.”
“I’m not on the pill,” I blurt.
Corrado kisses me again. “It will be what must be between us. I want to enjoy you tonight, tomorrow, for however long thereafter.”
He kisses me deeply, moves inside me with ease and leisure, and the intimacy he’s creating by doing this and telling me I’m his wife, the one woman he wants to fuck bare in this way, is making me think I’m the most precious thing in the world to him.
Having sex with him is tear-inducing. He’s both gentle and all-consuming at the same time, and I’m turned on even more because he doesn’t stop fucking me when I cry. He doesn’t even ask why tears run down my cheeks.
He doesn’t even wipe them.
He fucks me faster and harder, likely because of them. They turn him on. He understands my pleasure in a way no one else does. We connect, he and I. A fit, I think he called it.
We’ve had chemistry from the moment we met. I want to tell him just how much chemistry we’ve had, but I’m afraid of ruining this moment.
Corrado’s thrusts become more erratic.
The cross pendant hanging from the golden chain around his neck keeps hitting my chin. I take it into my mouth and pinch it between my lips.
Corrado’s gaze follows, and he pauses. “Amen.” He starts pumping into me, his cock exiting and entering me fully so that every time he enters, I feel the pain of a wide mushroom tip as it keeps forcing its way inside my channel.
The touch on my clit and a single rub sends me into orgasm, locking my entire body. I gasp, and the cross rests on my tongue as pleasure wrecks my body.
Corrado plunges inside me one last time before releasing himself with an animalistic growl. The view of him above me is nothing short of unforgettable. Wide shoulders, head tilted back, allowing me a full view of his corded muscles, Adam’s apple, and a five-o’clock shadow over a strong, square jaw.
A beautiful display of masculinity.
I lift my head and release the cross from my mouth so I can kiss his Adam’s apple.
Corrado props himself up on his elbows and kisses me. It’s lazy again. Also deep, his tongue moving inside my mouth like he’s conquered it. He probably thinks he has.
Under him, my body’s gooey when he hooks his fingers under my knee and pushes my leg up so he can reach behind me and stroke my butthole.
I tense, and the corner of his mouth lifts. “Did you really think we’re done?”
I shake my head.
“Good. Because I won’t let you leave without fucking this hole I’ve been wanting to fuck since I first saw it while I watched you sleep.”
He’s admitting he’s watched me sleep. I know he has because he would send me pictures of my various sleeping positions. “I’ve never had sex that way before.”
Corrado pulls out of me and whispers in my ear, “But you want to.”
“I’m not sure if I do.”
“I want to have you there. Will you let me?” He smiles and shows me dimples. “Will you?”
I can’t refuse him. I’m in trouble. Big trouble. People-pleaser kind of trouble, and Corrado is going to take advantage of it.
He continues, “You will come like you’ve never come before. I promise.” He kneels with my legs between his thighs. “On your belly, now.”
First, I prop myself up on my elbows so I can take in the image of him. His masculine, toned body is so attractive to me.
“Do you like what you see?” he asks.
“Oh yes.”
“Take your time.” Corrado fists himself and starts jerking off, looking me straight in the eye until I flush with embarrassment. When I can’t shake off the feeling that watching him masturbate is somehow wrong, I flip onto my belly.
Corrado snatches the pillow under my face and slides the pillow under my hips. He parts my ass cheeks and spits on my hole.
Oh. My. God. He’s so dirty.
Next, he starts licking me. From my clit to my pucker hole and back. He spits once more and pushes two fingers into my pussy, getting them wet so he can swipe them over my back hole. He lubes me several times before I feel the tip of him pushing inside.
I tense up.
Corrado stops and starts rubbing my back. “Inhale, and when I push in, exhale slowly. It will only hurt this one time. Once I settle inside, you’ll like it.”
I take a deep breath and start releasing it as Corrado slides inside my small butthole. When the pain starts, I concentrate on my breathing and match it with his in slow glides. He’s careful and controlled, and after a short time, the penetration becomes frictionless, and I moan, really enjoying what he’s doing to me.
When he hears me moaning, Corrado sinks deeper. I forget to breathe altogether as he whispers in my ear, “Let go. That’s a good girl. Let go, surrender completely, let the waves of surrender wash over you like warm ocean over sand. Picture floating on a yacht in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea. It’s all blue around you, and the sun is warming your bare skin.
“It’s hot and sweaty, but not so humid that it’s difficult to breathe. Picture me between your legs. I’m sucking your clit into my mouth. Mmmm. You like it.” He reaches under me and strokes my clit. I start moaning loudly, the pleasure oddly arousing even more so than regular sex. It’s incredible. I’ve never felt this way.
A shiver racks my body.
Corrado chuckles and kisses my neck, then bites it while giving my clit a pinch.
My orgasm bursts out of nowhere, and because he’s inside my ass, I contract around his girth.
Corrado growls in my ear. “I told you, you’d like it.” He spanks me, and that seems to send him over the edge. He comes, biting my shoulder and growling while doing it.
He stays inside me until he softens. Only then does he withdraw and lie on his back. He taps his chest. “Come here.”
“I can’t move,” I say, slobbering on the sheets. “I’m done. I’m going to bed.”
Corrado side-eyes me. “I’ve only gotten started.”
“I’m off to nap.”
He taps his chest again. “Come nap over here.”
I scoot over, then barely lift the upper half of my body enough to lie on top of him.
Corrado grabs my thigh and moves my leg over his middle so he can stroke my clit.
Oh God, not again. “I want to rest.”
“No rest.”
“No rest for the wicked, huh?”
Corrado kisses the top of my head. “I’m kidding. Take a nap, but understand you’ll wake up with me already inside you.”