Page 51 of Bianchi

When he’s seated, he bands an arm around my torso and pulls me into his chest before resting his chin on my shoulder and gently rocking his hips. With him wrapped around me, I feel safe, even as he stokes the fire of desire inside of me. I moan loudly at the torturous feel of him.

It's both not enough and exactly what I need, leaving me feeling frustrated and needy.

Romeo’s lips touch the shell of my ear, his breath hot and his words hushed. “You take my cock so well, mia amato.”

My mind is foggy and his praise barely penetrates the haze. Every nerve ending in my body is coming alive with each gloriously deep and methodical stroke. How does he have the power to control my body like this?

The hand on the arm he’s using to keep my leg raised starts slow, torturous ministrations on my clit. I dig my nails into his thigh, my hips rocking with him, urging him on.

Breathlessly, I moan, “Rome, please.”

“Please, what, bellissima?” he growls.

“More, I need more.”

Romeo burrows his nose into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. The arm banded around my body squeezes me tighter and he murmurs Italian words that I don't understand. I hold onto the hope that maybe he's feeling just as consumed by this as I am. The low rasp in his voice and the way he sounds almost pained to be saying whatever it is he’s saying only turns me on more.

Keeping a steady pace, Romeo cups one breast, rolling my hard, achy nipple between his fingers. With the attention he's paying to my clit added in, I don't know how much longer I can hold back from coming undone. I’m on the edge of losing all control, the tingling at the base of my spine forewarning what’s to come.

His tone is biting when he grinds out, “I can feel your greedy little pussy trying to milk my cock. Don't you dare come until I say you can, Aurora.”

There’s a hint of warning in his tone, but I don’t heed it and even if I wanted to, my body betrays me. “I can't hold back. It's too much.” I barely get the words out before I explode. My vision blurs and my body tenses before white spots fill the darkness and my eyes flutter closed.

Romeo growls, biting my shoulder. The pain barely penetrates the haze of euphoria that's blanketing me. My entire body trembles, the aftershocks too much to handle.

A groove forms between my brows when Romeo pulls out and stands from the bed. There’s a distinct lack of wetness between my legs and a weight settles onto my chest as I stare up at the ceiling. I was so caught up in my own orgasm and how only he can make me feel that I didn't consider his release.

Leaning on my elbows, I nibble my bottom lip. Romeo turns away from me and I watch him inhale and exhale, the muscles of his back contracting and releasing. When he turns back to me, he grabs my ankles and forcefully tugs me to the end of the bed. I gasp at the roughness of his touch; a direct contrast to the care he’s shown up until this point.

He spreads my legs, standing between them and pushing them even further open at the knees. His cock juts proudly and he grips the base, running it through my slit. I shake at the contact as he glides it over my clit before lining up with my entrance.

Teasing me, he eases in half an inch. “Are you ready?”

I nod, not fully aware of what I'm agreeing to, but if it's more of him, I will always be ready.

Satisfied with my response, Romeo repositions my legs to rest against his chest and circles his arms around my thighs. He holds me, my ass hovering off the bed before he slams into me. Inhaling sharply, I fist the sheets in each hand and hold on. Every thrust reminds me of his size, the stinging sensation only heightening my arousal.

“I told you not to come, Aurora. Clearly, I shouldn't have…” He pauses, searching for the right word. “Fatto l'amore.” His eyes darken.

When he moves again, his thrusts are punishingly painful, but I still feel the familiar winding in my core as he stokes the flames.

Within a handful of jerky, skin-slapping thrusts, I'm racing toward the edge of release again, my walls spasming around him.

“Don't you fucking dare.”

Romeo throws one of my legs to the side and slaps my pussy. The pain is unexpected, and for a moment, it distracts me from the ecstasy I was seeking. Thrusting with jerky and uncontrolled movements, he races after his own release as I fight to keep mine at bay.

“I can’t hold back,” I cry.

His heavy pants and my breathy moans fill the room, ricocheting off the walls and colliding with the sound of our skin slapping together. It doesn’t matter if anyone can hear us. Nothing else matters more than this moment.

“Come,” Romeo roars.

He stills as I relax my body and give in to the orgasm that I’ve been teetering on the edge of. Blindly, I reach for him, dragging my fingers down his stomach as my walls contract and he fills me with his release.

My body goes limp and when he pulls out, his focus drops to the space between my legs. I can imagine what he’s seeing because I can feel it—our combined release seeping from my pussy. He drags a thumb over my entrance, pushing the liquid back inside, and I close my eyes. Despite my sensitivity, I still luxuriate in the feel of his hands on my most intimate parts.

His eyes meet mine and he sucks his thumb clean before holding his hand out for me. There’s a softness in his tone when he speaks. “Come, let’s go get cleaned up. It’s been a long couple of days.”

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