I kiss her neck, and her collarbone, moving lower with each kiss. Her breath hitches, and I can feel her heart racing beneath my lips. I take my time, exploring every inch of her, wanting to memorize the way she feels, the way she tastes.
When I finally reach her breasts, she gasps, her back arching off the bed. I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, andher hands fly to my shoulders, holding on like she’s afraid she’ll fall apart if she lets go.
“Dante...” she moans, her voice soft and breathless.
“You like that, baby?” I ask.
She nods, and moans again when I move my fingers over her nipple, adding just a bit of pressure. “God,” she breathes out, barely able to get the words out.
I move lower, kissing my way down her stomach, until I’m between her legs. I can feel her trembling beneath me, but she’s not scared. She’s ready. And so am I.
The way she responds to me has my cock harder than hell, had the tip wet with pre-cum, and my balls drawn up tight. Dirty, filthy fucking images slam into my head, a mental image of her beneath me her legs spread, and every part of her ready for me.
She’d be moaning for my cock, pleading for me to fuck her good and hard.
I lower my head, pressing my tongue against her clit, and she gasps, her hips lifting off the bed. I take my time, teasing her, tasting her, until she’s writhing beneath me, her hands gripping the sheets.
“Please...” she moans, her voice desperate. “Please, Dante...”
I rub her clit, and move my fingers down to her entrance, but don’t penetrate her just yet, just tease the opening. “How does that feel?”
“It feels so good,” she says.
I continue to squeeze her breast with my hand, the mound soft and giving.
“Yes, it does,” I say pressing my hips into her a little harder, and she grips my bicep, digging her nails into my flesh.
I don’t stop until she’s falling apart, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. When she finally relaxes, I move up to kiss her again, her taste still on my lips.
An involuntary gasp leaves her when my dick is pressed against her slick folds, the base of my cock rubbing along her clit.
“Fuck,” I groan against her mouth, but then break the kiss and go back to her breasts. “You’re so fucking wet for me, you’re soaking my dick.”
She lifts her hips, grinding her pussy on my cock, nervousness slams into her when I reach between our bodies and place the tip of my rigid cock at her entrance.
“I’m not even in you yet and you already feel so fucking incredible,” I say the muffled, harsh words against her mouth.
I run my lips along hers in a slow, sexual glide.
“Put your legs around my waist.”
She does just that and gasps as we press even closer together, the tip of my dick getting lodged inside of her body.
Holding my gaze with hers, my hands on either side of her head, bracing my big body over hers, I start pushing into her inch after agonizingly slow inch.
The thick head of my shaft stretches her opening, making this wicked shiver travel throughout her entire body.
I work myself in and out, only penetrating her with the tip, easing her into the feel of being stretched by the wide head of my cock, or maybe because I like the idea of prolonging this.
“Relax for me, Principessa.”
She relaxes, not realizing how tense she’d grown. I pull out until my tip is almost out of her, and then in one swift, consuming move, I bury all of myself into her pussy. Searing, white-hot pain and pleasure has her crying out.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” I say, repeating the words over and over, my eyes closed, my jaw locked tight. Her inner muscles clench around me of their own accord, causing deep, whisper-like moans and curses to come from me.
I can see that intense stretching soon fades as the pleasure takes its place. She strokes her hands down my back, feeling my muscles clench and tense beneath her fingertips.
Never taking my eyes off of her pussy, I start moving in and out of her, slow at first but gradually picking up speed. The sounds that come from me are animal-like, but luckily, she is not exactly being quiet either.