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“It’s too much,” I pant.

“You were made to take me, Mia. Your body will accommodate me. I promise.” He kisses me all over my face, then whispers, “You were made for me.”

I was made for him.

I repeat his words over and over in my head and it relaxes me.

“That’s it,farfalla, let me see you spread your wings. Let me see you fly.” Santino pushes in a little more and I welcome him this time instead of tensing up.

I keep my eyes on his and cup his cheek. “Give me all of you.” His eyes flare with heat and he pushes the rest of the way inside me. “Ohmygod,” I say in a rush.

My inner muscles clench around him and he groans, pressing his forehead to mine. “You can’t do that or this will end way too soon.”

“You like that?” I ask, feigning innocence while I do it again.

“Mia,” he growls, his eyes sharp.

I smile and lift my head to give him a quick kiss. “You feel so good inside me, Santino.” He groans again at my confession and kisses me long and deep while my body adjusts to his size.

Finally, he pulls out a few inches and then slowly pushes back in. I gasp, and he does it again. And again. Then he pulls out to the tip and pushes all the way back inside at the same slow pace.

“Santino,” I moan, my entire body on fire. He feels so, so good, but I’m chasing something and he’s going too slow to keep up. “More,” I choke out. “Faster.”

“Not yet,farfalla. I promised slow the first time.” He kisses his way to my ear. “I promised to make love to you.”

I think my heart is going to burst from how careful he’s trying to be with me while keeping his promise.

“I know, but–” I say, and he cuts me off with another long, slow stroke of his cock. I arch my back, smashing my chest to his. “Please!” I beg. “It’s so good, but I need more. I need you to go faster. I need…I don’t know,” I say, frustrated. I grab his hair and pull him back to my lips, trying to convey to him how wound-up I am and how much I need him to help me…shatter. Explode. Fly. Be lit on fire.Everything.

“You need me to fuck you, my bride?”

“Yes!” I cry out, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Fuck. Me. Now.”

“What my bride wants, I give her.” Pulling out of me, Santino pauses for a moment, ensuring my eyes are on his. “And she looks so sexy taking my cock for the first time.”

He slams back inside me in a single quick motion and I cry out, causing him to go still inside me. “No, no, no,” I chant. “Don’t stop. Keep going.” I scratch my nails across his shoulders.

“Oh, I plan to,” he assures me, rolling his hips so he rubs against my clit.

Santino thrusts into me over and over again, picking up speed each time, until I’m completely lost.

I’m completely gone.

I’m climbing higher and higher, hoping to finally touch heaven before I freefall back down to reality.

Santino is fucking me like a man possessed, or rather obsessed, is the greatest pleasure I’ve ever felt. I never want it to end, while at the same time, I need to come desperately.

He cups the side of my neck and keeps his dark eyes on mine as he fucks me, taking and giving with every thrust.

“Give in to me, Mia. Let me see myfarfallafly.”

“Fly with me,” I manage to say, and Santino growls.

He reaches between us to rub my clit and I see stars. I manage to touch heaven, and float there for a moment, before Santino thrusts into me again and I burst apart into a million stars of my own – on fire and floating amongst the abyss of space.

He thrusts into me one more time, then stills, groaning into my neck. I have no idea if it feels the same way for him, but as he continues to make slow circles around my clit, he keeps me floating in space as little aftershocks pulsate through my body and I continue to convulse around him.

I don’t realize my nails are digging into his back until I loosen my hold on him and go slack beneath him, completely spent.

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