Chapter 14
I pull her up by her ass and she wraps her legs around my waist as I head down the hallway to my room, kissing her the whole way—God, I love feeling her like this, completely given over to me.
I press her against the wall and trail my mouth down her neck and chest, breathing in her intoxicating scent.
I carry her into my room and set her on her feet, caressing her face as I speak in Italian.
With my hand still on her face, I kiss her, slowly this time—tonight I want to savor every inch of her, unhurried. She wraps her arms around my neck, and my other hand finds the opening of her dress. I need to feel her. I touch her over her panties and feel how wet she is for me—it drives me wild.
My cock, already hard, strains even more inside my boxers. I need to devour her. I want her riding me, I want her every way possible—and I want her ready for me, just like she is now.
I turn her around, sweep her hair to the side, and grip her neck, squeezing lightly while I suck her earlobe, then move down to her nape and bite—she shivers again.
I slowly lower the zipper of her dress, which falls at her feet.
I take her in, still in the same position—she has a gorgeous ass, wearing beautiful red lingerie to match the dress, a thong.
I work my way down, kissing and sucking all over her body until I reach her firm ass.
I bite it, then slap it, and she moans. Kneeling at her feet, I tell her to brace her hands on the bed.
She obeys instantly—this woman is going to wreck me if she keeps being so submissive.
With her still in this position, I run my tongue over her pussy through her panties, and she moans, surrendering more, getting wetter.
I slap her ass again, the sound echoing, and I see the mark of my hand there.
I pull her panties to the side—I need to taste her. Her flavor is incredible, and as I devour her, she grinds against my face, moaning. I slip two fingers inside her. By now I'm sitting beneath her, eating her like a man possessed, running my tongue over her swollen clit.
“Come for me, ragazza. Come calling my name.”
And she falls apart in my mouth, moaning and calling my name.
I drink in every last drop of her, running my tongue over her clit and down to her pussy, tasting her again.
I need more of her, and she comes again—once, twice.
Her legs are trembling, her body completely relaxed, so I stand up, sit her on the bed, and say:
“I haven't even started yet, my ragazza. I want to fuck you all night—be ready.”
“Then why are you still wearing so many clothes?”
She stands and comes toward me, slipping off my jacket, then undoing my tie as I hold her chin, lift her face, and kiss her—our tongues tangling in a frenzied, delicious dance.
Our kiss is hot, her mouth tastes incredible.
She keeps going, unbuttoning my shirt, my belt, and finally my pants, which fall to my feet.
Then she touches my cock through my boxers.
I feel the delicate touch of her fingers—she's so delicate, so small, but she's a devil who tempts me and makes me want her more and more.
I kick off my pants and boxers, which have been strangling my cock. When I free it, I see Emma staring at it, wetting her lips. She touches it with her fingertips, runs her hand over the head, and spreads the pre-cum. It drives me crazy, making me groan like an animal.
“You like that, Mattia? What about this?”
She wraps her hand around it and squeezes, stroking up and down—making me harder, thicker, my veins pulsing. I can't take much more. I need to fuck her now. I pull her hand away from my cock, unhook her bra, and rip off her panties. She looks at me with a sly smile.
Finally, she's completely bare for me. With one hand I squeeze her breast while the other finds her clit, massaging it as I suck her breast and bite the nipple.
She moans for me, completely surrendered.
I can't take it anymore—I need to be inside her, to claim her.
I grab her delicious ass and lift her up.
She wraps her legs around my waist. I run the head of my cock over her entrance and finally thrust in all at once.
She cries out—I'm big—and I grab her hair, pulling her mouth to mine. I hold still while she adjusts to me inside her, her walls squeezing me, so tight, hot, delicious.
“I won't be able to hold back like this for long. I'm dying to pound my cock into you, ragazza.” I press her against the glass wall in my room. She looks back and I smile. “No one will see us.”
“Fuck me, Mattia. Make me come with that gorgeous cock.”
“Your wish is my command, my girl.”
I take her hands and pin them above her head while my other hand caresses her clit.
I start to move, faster and deeper each time.
She moans and begs for more. I release her arms and grip her legs with both hands as they unwrap from my waist, giving me more freedom.
I fuck her hard, with rage, with a lust I've never felt before.
She clings to my neck, moaning loudly, and it makes me hungrier for her.
I lay her on the bed without pulling out, lifting her legs to my shoulders while my hands squeeze her waist, my fingers marking her skin.
A desire I've never known consumes me and I surrender to her completely.
I let out a hoarse moan and slap her ass, fucking her, thrusting deeper and harder, until we come together, her walls still squeezing me, wet and delicious, as I release inside her.
Our pleasure mingles and I stay there, as if I belong in that place.
I lean down, careful not to put all my weight on her, and kiss her.
Peace washes over me, a feeling of calm after pleasurable sex.
That sensation is new to me. I try not to get attached to it.
I pull out of Emma, scoop her up, and carry her to the bathroom.
We need a shower. I turn on the water, adjust the temperature, and pull her close.
We have sex again right there, and a feeling of possession takes over me.
I'll admit this is new to me. I should be wary of this feeling—I can't fall in love with her.
There are too many barriers keeping us apart.