by K. L. Savage
And it shows.
She sits up, tossing her hair over her shoulder, and her right breast comes to view. I hum appreciatively, wanting to hide my face between them. She grabs my cock and presses it against my stomach. The head passes my belly button and slips along my skin. I lift a brow, curious to what she has planned, and she straddles my waist, then ever so slowly lowers herself against me.
Not many experiences steal my breath, but this moment does.
Her slick folds hug my cock, the heat nearly scorching, causing my toes to curl. It’s a devious, scandalous position, one that teenagers try when things get heated but are too afraid to have sex, so they do the next best thing.
And dio fucking mio, let me say, I want to do this every day for the rest of my life. She feels so good.
My fingers dig into her hips and our eyes lock as she rocks against me for the first time. When the crown brushes over her clit, we moan in unison. I shut my eyes and embrace the feel of her, the desire building inside me getting higher and higher. With every stroke, I feel like if we don’t have sex I’ll die. But at the same time, I never want this to stop.
A sexual cruelty I can’t get enough of.
“You feel so good, Stellina,” I say breathlessly as she rolls her hips.
“Mateo, you’re hitting me in the right spot. Oh my god. Oh my god,” she chants, cupping her tits as she throws her head back, twisting her nipples.
Her cunt is fucking soaked as she glides herself across me. I can’t help but watch her hips curl and her lips part, but at the same time, my eyes fall to where we are connected, my cock glistening from her wetness. Her clit is rubbing against me; up and down, up and down as she moves. My hands grip her hips tighter to stop myself from increasing her pace. I want her to take me how she wants.
“Fuck, Nora. Fuck,” I growl when she slams her hands on my chest, digs her nails into my pecs, and fucks me quicker. She must be able to read minds, because this is exactly what I was wanting.
She swirls her tongue around my nipple and bites it, a zing of pain spreading through my chest. My vision blurs from how good this feels. Sweat drips down my temple. Nothing has ever felt so good. It’s this building pressure of foreplay, this blaze of need nearly exploding inside my cock that wants sex so fucking bad, but I can’t have it. Not yet.
In the twenty-five years I’ve been having sex, I’ve never felt like this before.
Nora starts to ride me harder, applying more pressure against my cock, and whimpers. She’s close. “Oh god, don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop, Mateo.”
I’m not even doing anything. She’s the one doing all the work. I grip each round ass-cheek in my hands, shaking the thick pieces of meat. I grunt when her clit rubs over the tip of my cock. She’s becoming more aggressive, more wanton, more needy. She’s panting in hot breaths, licking the shell of my ear, gaining confidence.
I fucking love it when she’s confident.
I get lost in the sensations she’s giving to me, thrusting my hips slightly to give her an extra punch across her clit. I don’t know where she ends and I begin. The room fills with… Lussuria.
Lust.
The air is hot, sticky from our sweat. Our breaths mix and our moans collide, and there is nothing else exists except how she makes me feel.
She won’t be able to feel the deep roots of the emotions, but I can do my best to show them.
She runs her fingers through my hair, it’s wet from sweat, and then with her other hand, she rakes it down my chest, leaving red lines and marking me as hers.
I’m not a man that whines. I don’t fucking whine.
But I am right now.
She’s bringing me to the fucking edge and keeping me there.
I slap her ass, growling from the frustration and needing to take it out on her. I want her so fucking much. and no matter how close we get, it isn’t enough.
“Yesss,” she tosses her head back, the moan coming deep from her chest.
“You like that, Stellina?” I bring my hand down again and the loud clap reverberates off the walls, singing my new favorite song.
She nods. “I do. I really do. I want more.”
I roll us so she’s on her back. I know she’s trusting me not to thrust inside her, so I don’t, but I do flip her onto her stomach. “Get on your hands and knees,” I growl, running a finger down the sleek line of her spine.
Nora listens and her ass sways in the air, tempting me.
There’s a faded pink handprint on her ass and I rub it, the skin hot under my touch. My knees give into the mattress as I settle in behind her, pressing my cock along her folds. “So fucking wet, Stellina.”
Dio mio. I’m ruined.
“It’s all for you,” she says, laying her cheek against the light pink pillowcase.
“Solo mio, Stellina. Only mine.” I bring my hand down on her ass, then do it again, and again.
Slap.
She shudders.
Slap.
She cries, leaving no doubt in my mind that people can hear us from the hall.
Slap.
She flicks her head back and thrusts herself across my cock again. It’s slippery, a dangerous zone to be in. One mishap, and I could glide into her without either of us knowing until it’s too late.
“I can’t wait to fuck you from behind and make your ass shake. Fucking look how gorgeous you are,” I praise. I drop my head onto my shoulders and stare at the ceiling, a string of Italian words leaving my mouth.
She flips around, leaving my cock strained to the point of pain, and I slam her against the wall, part her legs, and trust against her hot sheath again. I steal her mouth, uncaring that we taste like sweat, and slam her arms above her head.
Cazzo. Cazzo!
“You like the feel of my cock, cara mia?” I purr down her throat. “My darling,” I translate.
“Yes, I love it. Never stop. Never.”
I flatten my tongue against her neck and lick down, lapping at the raindrop of sweat. So tasty. I wrap my arm around her and keep her tight against me as I fall onto my back so she’s on top again. “I’m not going to last, mia stella.” My star.
“I’m so close, so close,” she moans, grinding harder along my cock. She bucks against me, crying out, desperate for release.
“Slow down, Stellina,” I hate that I have to warn her, but if she goes too fast—
She slides too far up and puts too much space between us. My cock stands, and when she goes to rock against me again, my promise breaks.
“I’m coming,” she shouts, slamming down on my cock so hard that I don’t have a chance to pull out. I rip through her virginity, feeling it give and break. Her pulsating walls massage against me, her come creams down the sides of my cock.
I toss my head back, crying out her name as I come, thrusting four times into her depths. She feels… unbelievable. I gasp for air and as we lock eyes, her eyes round as she stares down at where we are connected.
This time, I let her take the reins, because this wasn’t supposed to happen. She doesn’t get off me and I don’t pull out as she thinks about what to do.
I remain patient. No matter what she decides, I’ll be here.
The only word going through my mind right now is ‘oops.’
Informal expression. Used to show recognition of a minor accident or mistake, usually as part of an apology.
I was on the cusp of my orgasm when I slipped up and thrust down on his cock to the hilt. I was coming when he tore through my virginity and what made me even hotter was when he came inside me.
Right now, I feel him dripping from me, coating the inside of my thighs as we lay there and figure out what to do.
He licks his lips and groans, eyes fluttering shut when I flex my muscles. He likes that. “We don’t have to do this,” he rasps.
I can tell with how hard he is gripping my hips, he is on the verge of losing control. He’s been nothing but kind to me during our foreplay. We weren’t supposed to have sex, but I think a part
of me really wanted to. I’m not upset at all this happened.
Just nervous.
I rock back, then forward and his mouth falls open on a silent moan. “Dio mio, ti senti cosi bella. Cosi stretto.”
I love it when he speaks Italian.
His Italian is getting the best of him. I have no idea what he is saying. Usually, he will translate, but he isn’t thinking about that right now.
“Aren’t we already doing it?” I say on a quiet husky groan.
I rock again, feeling the thick spear stretch me open, owning me. He’s so big. Having him inside me is making it hard to breathe.
With a savage snarl, he flips us again. I’m on my back staring up at a manic, wild expression. The pupil is expanded, nearly taking over his entire eye. I can’t see his iris. A droplet of sweat is hanging on a piece of hair. His breaths are unstable, shaking, and his heart his hitting against his chest so hard, I can see the pulse jumping in his neck.
“There is no going back. We do this, you’re fucking mine, Nora. Mine. No one else’s. I am not letting you go. I’m claiming you.” He slides out and grumbles happily. “See that blood? See yourself along my flesh? This pussy is mine.” He thrusts back in hard and my mouth opens while my brows pinch themselves together.
Wow, that feels so good.
“I will not be a regret.” He slides out and punches forward. “You will not push me away.” He punctuates the words with every long, slow thrust. “Tu sei mio, e io sono tuo.” Mateo brings his lips down on mine, kissing me slowly. “You are mine and I am yours.”
“I don’t want to push you away. I want this. I want you. You’re my safe place, and I didn’t realize how safe until this moment,” I say to him, which causes him to groan.
“Do you hurt?” he asks, continuing with the slow movement of sliding in and out, careful not to take it too fast. He stares at where we are connected. A constant growl rumbles his chest, like the beast within him is satisfied to see us joined, seeing my virginity coat his cock.
I shake my head and suck the side of his neck. He moans, picking up the speed of his thrusts at last. “No, you feel so good. You make me feel so good and I never want it to stop.” I continue kissing down his throat, sucking his skin until it’s red.
“Good. I can’t hold back anymore.” He picks me up and slams me against the wall again, shaking the room around us. The difference this time is that he is inside me, filling every part of me that I never thought I would be filled. He grips my breasts, holding them tight, using them as leverage as he pulls nine inches of hot steel from me, only to shove it back in at a fast and heated pace.
My head knocks against the wall and my hands find his back, holding on for dear life as he takes me. Hard, fast, and unforgiving.
This.
This is what I’ve always wanted.
I don’t want slow and gentle.
I want primal and real. I want inhibitions shattered, lust driving us, and the desire so far out of this world that with every time our bodies rub against one another to create friction, the flame sparks anew. Mateo’s fingers force themselves into my mouth and he yanks my head to the side, biting the flesh of my shoulder, groaning into my ear. I choke when his fingers reach too far back but I don’t want him to stop. It makes me wetter.
He jerks my head to the center, keeping three fingers in my mouth. His other hand wraps around my throat and he lifts his lip, growling at me as fucks me.
Mateo is a passionate, intense lover. He moans and bites, stares at me like he hates me and thrusts his cock into me like he hates my pussy more, but I know that’s far from the case. He loves how I feel so much he can’t take it.
“Fucking, damn it!” he shouts, throwing me against the bed, pressing my head against the pillow, and sliding into me from the back. “What did I say about fucking you from behind?” He yanks my head up by my throat. “What the fuck did I say?”
“You wanted—” I swallow and grip the sheets “—To see my butt shake.”
His hot breaths puff against my cheek and he bites my ear. “Si, Stellina.”
I gasp, his long girth robbing the air from my lungs as he begins a brutal pace. Our skin slaps and my butt does shake, just like he said it would. His sack swings between my legs, hitting my clit with every stroke and it’s fast. I don’t get a break. Between internal stimulation from his shaft and his sack hitting against me, an orgasm is brewing again.
He bites the back of my neck, then wraps his arms around me, bringing me into a sitting position. I’m balanced on his thighs, his hairs adding to the array of sensations I’m feeling. My back is against his front and he holds onto me tight, his arms crossed over my breasts and his cock driving in to the hilt. He tries to get deeper with every thrust, squeezing in every inch to touch my womb. Even though he can’t get any further, it doesn’t stop him from trying.
“Mateo. Mateo. So good,” I mumble, dropping the back of my head to his shoulder.
“Say my name louder,” he orders.
When his voice takes on that deep tone, the submissive inside me listens.
“Mateo!” I cry out like he wants.
He manhandles me quick, moving me onto my back, parting my legs, then slaps his cock against my swollen clit before pressing into me again. He flexes his hips. “Louder,” he states, fucking me harder and faster. He brings one leg up to his shoulder and that lets him bring his pelvis closer to mine, and two more of his glorious inches sink into me.
I scratch my nails down his chest and scream, “Mateo!”
“That’s it, Stellina. Scream for me. Tell the world you’re fucking mine. This body, this mouth, this heart, tell them!” he roars, pounding ruthlessly. He grips the baseboard of the bed’s frame and holds onto it to fuck me as hard as he can. “I said to tell them!”
My orgasm blinds me, hits me out of nowhere, crashing against me so hard I see bright lights. My voice aches and my throat is raw as I yell at the top of my lungs, my entire body detonating around him. “Mateo!” I scream, sob, and wail. Tears brim my eyes from the intensity of the wave of euphoria.
“Yes, Stellina, yes! Fuck, you’re going to make me come.” The headboard bangs against the wall and he drops his sweaty lips against mine, savoring one last kiss before he tosses his head back. His neck muscles strain and in an echoing song, he screams my name, letting the world know who he belongs to as well. “Nora! My Stellina,” he groans as he comes. With each jet, he presses into me as hard as he can. It’s like he is trying to make sure he gets into every crevice.
He collapses on top of me, balancing his weight on his left side so he doesn’t crush me. We are a mess. Our bodies are slick with sweat, but I can’t stop rubbing my hands up and down his back. We are struggling to breathe. Our air mingles and we have no choice but to breathe one another in.
It’s erotic in its own way.
He kisses my shoulder, my neck, my cheek, and then collides our tired lips together. Mateo holds my head still with his hands, kissing me like someone who loves me would.
My legs are shaking around him; heck, my entire body is. He doesn’t pull out of me. He stays locked inside me by flipping us to our sides. We both moan. The move is simple, but it still feels good since we are connected.
“Euphoria: a state or feeling of intense excitement or happiness,” I say between struggled breaths.
“I live in that state with you,” he admits, skimming his hand up and down my sides. “I know that wasn’t expected. I really was adamant about not having sex to respect what you wanted. I don’t regret this. I don’t regret you. I could never feel anything but happiness knowing I’m with you like this.”’
“I’m happy it’s you.” I stare across the room, eyeing the pink lamp that is still on. “I hope this happens more,” I giggle, biting my lip in secret.
“You’ll be lucky to ever leave the bedroom,” he says. “And stop biting your lip. I always know, Stellina.”
I sigh, but for once it’s full of content and happiness. I scoot back
against him and he nips at my shoulder.
“You better stop. I’ll go another round and you need to rest. You’ll be sore.”
“You can go again?” I ask, astounded.
“When it comes to you? Always.”
“We will take a nap and then head to The Lussuria for a bath. I’ve made changes since you’ve been gone. You’ll like them.”
“What does Lussuria mean?”
“Lust.” I don’t miss that his voice deepens. “And I had no idea what to name my resort until I met you. You’re my muse, Stellina.”
“You say things like that and I’ll fall in love with you,” I whisper as my eyes hood with the need to sleep.
“If love isn’t the goal, then what are we doing?” he answers, adding another kiss to the middle of my back.
My heart warms from his statement, but I don’t reply because I don’t want to ruin the moment. I snuggle against him and close my eyes, letting exhaustion take hold. My body floats into the bed, worn, hot, and tired. He has me locked against his chest and the possibility of being loved gives me the comfort to fall asleep.
I’m not sure how long we lie there. Minutes? Hours? Days? Who knows?
“Oh my flamingo!”
I snap my eyes open, startled from my sleep, and see Libby standing in the middle of the room. Her mouth is open so far her jaw is nearly hitting the floor. Her eyes are wide as she looks from me to a sleepy Mateo, then me again, remaining speechless.
I grab the throw that’s hanging on the bed post and cover us.
“Hi, Libby,” Mateo’s voice is rough from sleep and I fall a little more in love.
I’m a cliché, falling in love with the first person I’ve had sex with.
“Um, wow. Hi, Mr. Moretti,” she finally glances away.
“Call me Mateo. We will be seeing a lot more of each other.”
“I hope so. I mean… not more of you but more, like friends see friends. I’m going to go.” Libby points over her shoulder to the door. “Just going… oh!” She runs into the wall. “There’s a wall there. Just going… to go…”
She gives me two thumbs up and mouths ‘Oh my flamingo’ like she always does when she is really shocked. “Bye, Mateo,” she says as she opens the door.