Chapter Eighteen #2
“You seem to need a lot of control.” Sabrina remarked, her tone light as she watched Cesare’s response.
Cesare nodded. “I do. But I only want to use it to take care of you.”
Sabrina looked at the recent repairs to the rescue surrounding them, and then back at Cesare. “Thank you for taking care of me, Cesare.” She answered softly.
Cesare’s jaw tightened as his face took on an unexpectedly vulnerable expression. He remained standing upright and tilted his head to the side; eyes raking her over.
“Kiss me.” He whispered, his need audibly bleeding through into his tone.
Sabrina happily obeyed, leaning up on tip-toes with a gentle kiss.
Cesare pulled her closer, returning the kiss slow and unhurried. Sabrina kissed him back, mimicking his movements as they parried back and forth for dominance. He groaned when she moved her body against his; Cesare’s hardening length jutting out against the soft pane of her stomach.
When they pulled away for air, Sabrina looked up somewhat in a daze. “Where do I put my hands?” She asked shyly, arms wrapped around his neck.
Cesare blinked, still somewhat in a daze. “Is this,” He let out an amused huff as he stole another kiss from her delicious, reddened lips. “Is this a trick question?” He muttered, leaning down to nuzzle the sensitive skin of her neck.
“No, I…” Sabrina let out a gasp, curling into Cesare further with a shudder as he continued his assault on her senses. “Show me, please.” She whispered a plea, and dammit if Cesare didn’t feel like he would do absolutely anything to hear her beg again.
“Oh, tesoro.” He soothed, pulling her tighter against him, his thick cock now unmistakably hard and insistent against her body.
Sabrina let out another gasp, this time her eyes widening like a surprised schoolgirl.
“Do you need a little help, baby?” He asked, his voice was low and guttural.
“Yes.” She gasped as his hands went to grip her by the ass, kneading the flesh and intensifying the press of their bodies together.
“Slide your hands up under my shirt, like this.” He coached, running his fingers underneath the back of Sabrina’s shirt, caressing the skin of her back and delighting in her shivers. “When you scratch my back or my chest like this, it tells me you like this; to keep doing what I’m doing.”
Sabrina lightly drug her nails up his back, and Cesare nodded. “Just like that, a little harder.”
Sabrina followed the instruction and pressed deeper into his skin as she raked her nails down. Cesare released a guttural, almost animalistic groan.
“Like that?” Sabrina smiled, pride suffusing her voice at his response.
“Just like that.” He groaned. He pulled back a moment, intent on taking his shirt off, and then blinked. They were still out in the middle of the rescue’s main room.
Cesare whipped his shirt off in one smooth motion and then leaned back in. “Office.” He muttered as he pressed a kiss to her mouth. “Now.”
Cesare guided her back to the office, pausing a moment before entering the smaller room. His eyes met hers with an intensity that made everything else around them go hazy. He then gave her a slight smile and squeezed her hand as they crossed the last steps into the office.
“What are the rules?” He asked her gently, pulling her back into his arms in front of the bed.
Sabrina’s cheeks went a beguiling shade of pink. “Green means go, yellow means slow down and communicate, and red means stop?” She asked with a nervous smile.
“Good,” Cesare nodded. “And what else?”
“To enjoy myself and trust you to take care of me.” She answered quietly but firmly.
Cesare nodded. “Well answered, baby.”
He watched the sudden hitch in her breath and grinned. “Do you like that, Sabrina? Being praised?”
“You know I do.” She blushed, reaching out to trail a hand down his shirtless chest.
“Raise your hands up above your head.” He instructed.
Sabrina followed the command as he lifted her shirt up and over her shoulders. Something about the soft thud of her shirt hitting the carpet floor embedded itself in the back of Cesare’s mind.
“So beautiful, tesoro.” He praised, his eyes glued to her smooth breasts cradled by a soft white cotton bra.
Sabrina took a deep breath, the move lifting her breasts. Cesare closed the distance between them and gently palmed the one on the right, his thumb tracing an almost reverent circle around the hardened nipple.
Cesare took her lips in his as he pressed his thick, insistent cock against her body once more, grinding against Sabrina’s soft stomach.
“Fuck.” He breathed, taking a step back.
Sabrina returned his gaze, looking doe eyed and so very fuckable, waiting for whatever was next. Cesare took another step back, taking pleasure in Sabrina’s expression as he made quick work of his pants; basking in the admiration and tentative excitement playing across her face.
Something like wonder flashed in her eyes for a moment, and it made him ache for her even more. After a few moments, he returned to her once again, standing tall and proud; bare for her to see.
Sabrina’s heart was pounding, and Cesare took particular delight in the blush that touched her cheeks and spread across her upper chest. He removed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around her waist once more, and pressed a kiss to her mouth.
“Going to unwrap you like a present.” He muttered, pressing a line of kisses down her throat as he undid her bra; feeling victorious when it too fell to the ground. Sabrina arched with a soft-spun, breathless moan when his lips closed around a nipple and then sucked.
“Color?” Cesare asked.
“Green.” Sabrina gasped, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling.
She opened her mouth as if to say something else, but the words never came.
Cesare watched as she visibly fought against them, gritting her teeth as she cried out in pleasure.
Cesare pulled back, his eyes darkening as he straightened.
“What was that?” He asked, the expression on his face looking like the cat that ate the canary.
Sabrina shook her head and blushed again, leaning in to kiss Cesare as he made quick work of her yoga pants. To her surprise, he then knelt at her feet and helped her step out of the pants one foot at a time.
Sabrina knew she was staring at Cesare, wide eyed like a doe caught out in the middle of a field.
She stood bare to him; in nothing but a skimpy pair of green panties that barely covered her front and left nothing to the imagination in the back.
Cesare’s gaze trailed down her body, raking in her features in appreciation.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” He praised, standing up to pull her back to him. “Do you know that?” He asked, his voice deceptively calm and soft. “So fucking pretty. So fucking mine.”
Sabrina closed her eyes as he took her mouth with his once more, palming her bare ass, and leaning over her shoulders to watch from above.
Sabrina shuddered at the touch, nuzzling into his chest.
Cesare groaned at the sight of her ass bouncing in his hands below, and her sweet body curled into his.
“I’m going to take such good care of you, baby. Nobody else is ever going to touch this, are they?” He asked as his hand trailed further down into her panties.
Sabrina’s eyes widened, gasping as his large hand parted her legs, and his fingers followed the crease of her lower lips.
“Cesare.” She gasped, clutching his arms on either side and shuddering as he traced a slow circle around her clit.
“So fucking wet. Is this for me? Hmm?” He asked.
His fingers gathered more arousal as he slid one long finger into the wet warmth of her entrance.
“Nobody else has ever touched this little pussy, have they?” He whispered in her ear as he pressed his finger in further, gritting his teeth at how tight she was; how tight she would be around his cock.
Sabrina let out a high-pitched gasp.
“Who else has touched this pussy?” He demanded when she failed to respond.
Sabrina cried out as he pushed a second finger in. “No, nobody.” She gasped again as he curled his fingers up, towards that place inside her that made everything melt and turn into fireworks at the same time.
“Da…” Sabrina clenched her teeth and closed her mouth once again as he picked up his speed, and her knees threatened to collapse beneath her.
“Who takes care of this pussy?” Cesare asked, his voice deep and dark with intensity that wrapped around her so thickly there was nobody else; nothing else; just them and this, and now.
“You!” She keened, spreading her legs wider, leaning fully against his body at this point.
“Who am I, baby?” He asked, his voice sounding so damn tender. “Who gives their girl what they need? Everything they need?”
Understanding seemed to dawn in Sabrina’s eyes, wanting to say what he wanted to hear, but all she got out was a shaky breath. “I can’t.” Her face crumpled.
“It’s okay.” He soothed, his soft words at odds with the fingers he was so ruthlessly thrusting in and out of her. He pressed his forehead to hers. “You will.”
“Cesare!” Sabrina mewled out, arching in pleasure. She gave a desperate whine she’d never heard come from her before when Cesare momentarily stopped. “No, come back!” She pleaded.
He lifted his fingers, still wet with her arousal, and sucked one into his mouth.
“What’s your color, Sabrina?” He asked, eyes darkening at her taste.
“Green.” She answered immediately, eyes still focused on his mouth.
“Very good.” He nodded, running his hands gently up her sides, then palming the curve of her breasts. “Get on the bed, tesoro.”