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I smiled, letting my fingers drift to the waistband of his trousers, tugging gently. “I want you,” I breathed, with all the confidence I felt in that moment. “All of you.”

He shuddered beneath me, his eyes dark with need. “You have me,” he replied, his voice a low growl. “You’ve always had me.”

I kissed him again, deeper this time, my hands moving with purpose, feeling the strength of his body beneath mine, the way he seemed to tremble under my touch. I could feel the heat between us building, the electricity crackling in the air, every nerve ending on fire.

He gripped my thighs tighter, pulling me even closer, his mouth moving to my neck, his lips grazing my skin.

“Sofia…” he whispered, with so much need it made my heart ache.

“Yes,” I breathed, arching into him, my body pressing against his, feeling the tension, the desire, the way his hands seemed to worship every inch of me.

With ease, he reached between us and tore my panties away. The lace parted like the Red Sea, nothing more than fragile threads that disintegrated under his raw strength. I scooted back a little bit and unbuttoned his slacks, lowering his zipper and slowly freeing his cock.

It was just as glorious as it was the very first time.

He was already hard, but I wrapped my fingers around his length anyway, stroking my hand up and down and feeling him grow even more erect under my firm touch.

A low groan rumbled from his chest, his hips shifting, his body seeking the friction. His lips claimed mine again, hungry, eager, his hands moving over my body as if he couldn’t get enough. His cock throbbed in my hand as he devoured me, consumed me, and I let him take everything that I had to give.

Then I lifted myself up and positioned myself just above his cock, the tip just brushing against my entrance, and he groaned. I didn’t sink down. At least not right away.

Instead, I teased him.

I rocked against him, grinding against his length, feeling the heat and the pressure, the way his breath quickened, the way his fingers dug into my hips, urging me to go further, faster.

But I took my time.

I wanted to savor this.

I wanted to savor him.

So I continued to tease him, as long as I dared, before I leaned forward and dragged my teeth along his earlobe before I nipped at it gently, then a bit more roughly. He groaned, the sound racing down my spine like a surge of electricity.

“You’re thinking about flipping me over and fucking me hard, aren’t you?” I whispered, goading him.

“Yes,” he growled.

“You’re not going to last long enough for that,” I taunted and without missing a beat, I lowered myself onto his cock, takingevery last inch in one smooth motion. His head fell back, his eyes closing, a shuddering breath escaping him as his fingers dug into my hips, holding me still.

“Fuck,la mia bella.”

I felt his cock pulsing inside me, filling me, stretching me, the sensation almost too much to bear. I leaned in and brushed my lips against his, kissing him lightly as I rocked my hips back and forth for the first time and he groaned once more.

I began to roll my hips now in earnest. He gripped them, his fingers digging into my skin, his breath coming in shallow gasps as I rode him, taking him deeper with each stroke. I could feel the tension building, the heat between us threatening to burn us both alive. But I didn’t care. In that moment, nothing mattered except this.

My inner walls gripped at his thick length, pulling him in at the same time they tried to push him out. I rolled my hips, wrapping a single arm around his neck and slipping the other between us just so that I could brush my fingertips against my clit.

I detonated.

Bright white lights shattered right in front of me. Every nerve in my body fired at once, raw electricity surging up and down my every limb. The orgasm came, rolling through me like thunder. It was so intense that I couldn’t hold myself upright. I collapsed forward, pressing my face into the side of his neck, trying to muffle the sounds that poured from my throat.

Frantically, I rocked my body back and forth, my head in the clouds as pleasure poured over every inch of me. He gripped my hips tighter, his own hips thrusting up to meet me, burying his cock even deeper inside.

My inner walls clamped down on his cock. I clenched even tighter, and he groaned out loud.

“La mia bambina, you’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned, and I smirked against his throat.

“Maybe you’ll die happy, then,” I teased.

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