Page 45 of Die for You
I like it.
I also like when he grips the front of my throat and forces me back down onto his cock.
This is all consensual. The rougher the play, the more aroused I become. Lenny understands my needs because they are parallel to his.
Placing my hands on his upper thighs to support myself, I deep throat him. Saliva dribbles from the corners of my mouth.
It’s so primitive.
He thrusts his hips, fucking my face while talking dirty to me in Italian. He pushes the back of my head down on his cock, then draws it back off so I can gasp in air. When I do, he drives me back down.
I am so wet by his passion.
His cock is hard and heavy in my mouth. Every time he throbs against my tongue, I suck harder and deeper. I want him to come, but he makes it apparent that when he does, it won’t be in my mouth.
He yanks me up from under the arms and kisses me passionately. We bite, lick, suck, and scratch at the other, desperate to eat one another alive.
He bites over my racing pulse at the side of my neck.
I score my fingernails down his back.
He bends me over the counter, swiping a glass fruit bowl off it and smashing it to the ground. Apples and oranges roll all over the floor. The mess we’re making is reflective of us—a silent chaos.
Lenny places his thumb against my back entrance, slowly wedging his way in.
I squirm, but he leans against my back and whispers, “If this is it, then I want to own every part of you.”
I understand his possession, so I relax as best I can, but it’s a tight fit.
The organic honey-scented body lotion I bought from the market sits within reach. Lenny reaches for it and unscrews the lid. He scoops out a blob on his fingers, and I gulp when he places it where his thumb was.
The feeling is neither unpleasant nor particularly pleasing.
My muscles give way, and Lenny inserts a finger.
I gasp and grip the counter tightly.
“Sei bella.”
He knows his Italian calms me, so I close my eyes and lose myself to his words, as well as the feeling of being owned by the man I will forever love.
“Sarai sempre mia. Saremo sempre una cosa sola.”
Hearing Lenny say I will always be his and we will always be one is my undoing. I arch my back, encouraging him to replace his fingers with his cock.
He presses the tip against me, and when I inhale, he slowly inches into me. Only on my exhale does he slide all the way in.
A cry leaves me because I feel so full. It hurts, but it hurts so good.
He grips my hips, and slowly, he begins to move.
It burns, and I am scared something is wrong because it feels so tight, but when Lenny reaches around and begins playing with my clit, I loosen up, and it feels good.
He encourages me to bounce back and meet him thrust for thrust. We go slow at first, until I find my rhythm. We speed it up, but Lenny ensures he isn’t too rough.
“Feel good?” he asks, kissing my neck and shoulder.
“Yes.”
