Page 43 of Bianchi

My fingers dig into her bare thighs. My words are gruff and demanding. “Undress me.”

Aurora lifts the hem of my shirt, pulling it up my torso at a torturous pace. I lean forward so she can drag the material over my head and throw it to the floor next to hers.

Reaching out, I cup her breast in my hand, massaging the flesh. Her head tips back and she pushes herself further into my palm. I twist the right bud of her perfect dusky pink nipple to the point of pain and growl, “If you want more, you need to finish what you started, bellissima.”

Her head tips forward, heady and half-closed eyes meeting mine. Fuck. When she looks at me like that, having her do what I demand doesn’t seem so important. My chest rises and falls in a chaotic rhythm. It’s like my body is fighting with my mind, but they both want the same thing, just in different ways. For her to surrender.

In the end, it’s my body that wins, pulling me under the waves of arousal until I can think of nothing else but burying myself in her and coming undone. She must feel some semblance of what I do because we crash together, our lips meeting in a rushed and hungry manner. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I lift her enough to undo my slacks and free my rock-hard cock.

Our mouths are still fused and I’m vaguely aware of Aurora pulling her panties to the side before I sink inside of heaven. Buried to the hilt, I move away from her mouth a fraction and suck in a much needed lungful of air.

Aurora rests her forehead on mine, her hair falling forward in a curtain, hiding us from reality. The only sound in the room is that of our heavy breathing in the small space between our mouths.

God, I’m fucked, and this needs to stop.

Wide eyes meet mine before she breaks out of the trance we both seem to be under, her hands resting on my shoulders before she moves. She starts with a tentative, gentle rocking of her hips before she gains confidence and seeks out her release. Our moans mix in the air, a cocktail of lust and arousal only heightening my senses.

“Romeo,” Aurora calls out, her head thrown back as she massages her breasts.

My grip tightens on her hips, digging into the soft flesh as I grind out, “No. Don’t call me that.”

Her eyes meet mine, confusion clouding them before my demand is understood. Cupping my face, she leans into me, bringing her mouth to within an inch of mine. “Rome,” she breathes before capturing my lips.

Cazzo!

She's intoxicating. This is nowhere near what this is supposed to be. She shouldn’t even be in this room, let alone naked, and with my cock buried so deep inside of her, I’m not sure where she starts and I end.

With every moan and whimper, she's pulling me deeper and deeper under the current, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to get out. So I do what I do best. I take back control, moving her hard and fast along the length of my cock. My balls tighten with each stroke and the sound of our skin slapping together echoes around the room.

Breathlessly, she cries out, “Rome, I'm so close.”

Me too.

Through gritted teeth, I demand, “Fucking come. Come for me, Aurora.”

Resting her hands on my knees, she leans back, thrusting her chest up, and I tweak her nipples as she bounces on my cock. My eyes drop to the space between her legs, mesmerized by the sight of me stretching her pussy, my length glistening with her juices every time she moves. Wrapping my hand around the lacy material of her panties, I pull until it snaps and falls away, landing on my thigh.

Aurora gasps but doesn’t slow down, not until she physically can’t keep going and her body tenses around me. The spasms start small, rippling around my cock until her walls strangle it, setting off my orgasm.

I wrap my arms around her body, pulling her into my chest to stop her from falling, before I bury my face into her collarbone and grunt. My teeth graze over the soft skin as my hips keep jerking until our combined release seeps from her pussy and over my cock.

Greedily, I lift her and force her up my body. Aurora gasps, her fingers clutching onto my shoulders when a string of cum falls from her pussy and drops onto my bare chest.

“Rome,” she calls, concern etched into her tone.

I can’t speak, the need to clean her up all-consuming. When she’s positioned above me, with her hands pressed to the wall behind me and my fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as her knees rest on my shoulders, I tip my head back. Our cum slides out of her dripping pussy and into my open and waiting mouth. The first hit is like a drug I’ve been craving for decades.

It’s not enough. Growling, I tighten my grip on her thighs and force her onto my face until her scent is all I can smell. My tongue laps her up, the taste of our cum intoxicating. The fingers of one hand claw at my hair while the other presses onto the wall behind us. She tries to get away from the ministrations of my tongue, but I don’t let up. I can’t.

My name is ripped from her lips on breathy moans that increase in volume the longer her orgasm builds and when she tips over the edge, her fingers painfully pull on the strands of my hair. Aurora rocks her hips with a ferocity that has my chest puffing out.

I want more of this.

More of her moans, more of her orgasms, and more of her.

Her body goes limp, and I press a hand to her chest to keep her upright. It’s only when I’m certain that she’s cleaned up that I help her climb down.

Nestled in my arms, she offers me a soft smile and chuckles. “I’m just going to need a second before I can move.”

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