He wants it all

by Marilena Barbagallo

  “Krum!” I try to slip down to his shaft, I want to join it, I want to feel it between my legs, I want to caress it with my body.

  “Shh.”

  “Please, Krum!”

  “Do you want me?”

  I rotate my head to look at him and nod. His fingers are tapping my spine, go down my back as if they were the feathers he had promised.

  “I need you, Krum.”

  “What do you need?” he slides down and pulls me closer to his face.

  “I need you, need everything you can give me; to stay with you without thinking about who you are, who I am. I just want us to be me and you: Krum and Ambra. What's gone on in the past and what's going on now is not important. I just want to live you. Now.”

  My sweet words have the opposite effect and finally I feel Krum's fingers clutch my hips and force me to his mouth. In a moment my sweet guardian changes and wears the brutality that I love and that I need like oxygen.

  “Bend over it and take it in your mouth, now!”

  Oh, the famous sixty-nine. Very nice to meet you.

  When I reach his rod, I delay a little before tasting it in all its length. My tongue darts onto the tip. I can already enjoy his hot and tasteless juice. Krum's hands sink into my buttocks, separating them and opening them, a scream of pleasure comes out when his mouth zooms to my clit with no delicacy.

  “You're so wet!” he moans “Suck, Ambra, or I'll put it in your mouth in my own way!”

  Oh, God.

  I open my mouth and I just stimulate the tip, sucking it and bowing my head to get more.

  “Fu... ck!” Krum groans when I feel it getting to my throat. “I have dreamed about this moment many times. I was licking you. You sucking me. I was taking you in all possible ways.”

  His words have the same effect as his touch. I feel them invading my stomach as angry butterflies.

  It's all so wonderful and confused. I focus on him, on his pleasure, and he focuses on me and my pleasure. His tongue is engaged in a clumsy dance, where he does great doing circles around the clit. A cry wants to come out of my mouth, but it isn't perceptible, because now Krum pushes his pelvis towards my mouth, increasing the rhythm and forcing it amazingly. I swallow it all, but I have to pull it out to resume breathing. I keep it out of me just enough to breathe that air I need to take it again. I want it as I have never wanted anything else in my life.

  Krum pushes harder, I feel my throat contract and repress an impulse to vomit. I manage to control it and avidly I suck it with audacity, while my tongue licks it everywhere and his penetrates me passionately. I feel his teeth bite my flesh; his lips clinging to the clitoris and sucking it, his tongue that stimulates me up and down and then circling.

  “Krum, I'm going crazy!” I tell him out loud because my head's spinning, because I'm not conscious; my body and my consciousness are completely disappearing.

  My mouth has adapted so well that now it wants only his determined lunges. When Krum's fingers come on the scene as well, I feel struck by electric shocks. It is no longer just heat on my belly; it is a burning fire on every part of my body dominated by this man as a divine being.

  “Go on, Ambra!”

  I keep going because he orders me, because I want it, because I have nothing else in my mind except this man and because there is nothing except for him at the moment.

  I feel one… then two… then one again and two fingers go inside. He pushes them alternately: one, two, one, two. Then both and again, one, two…

  “Krum, I'm almost there.”

  “Not yet.”

  “Please!”

  He thrusts harder in my mouth, hearing him moaning tells me he's enjoying it. With one hand, I grasp his swollen testicles, caressing and stimulating them, ready to flank him in the ecstasy that I hope will submerge us contemporarily.

  He keeps kissing me; his tongue refreshes me; his hands open me more and more; his fingers are searching for the exact point to make me die of pleasure.

  And then I start slowly drifting down on him, his tongue is frantically licking me, two fingers massaging the bud. One and two, one and two going in and out and I collapse on his face, my mind fogs; my legs leave my body. There's only one spot in my body with active senses and it's on Krum's mouth. I groan loud, as I feel his cock pumping in my mouth and... erupt.

  I taste it.

  I swallow Krum's explosion.

  I collapse on his body, prey of uncontrolled spasms, while his fingers end those massages slowly.

  “Ti si moya.”

  I get up exhausted and I collapse on his chest. I don’t know what he said, but I feel like telling him what my body has yelled out the whole time.

  “I am yours.”

  “That's exactly what I said.”

  We look in each other's eyes for an infinite time and inside me I thank fate for allowing me to meet Krum Botev.

  “So… had you done all this with me in your head?”

  “Da.”

  “Yes?”

  He nods.

  “You speak Bulgarian when you are angry.”

  “And when I'm happy,” he adds, petting my face. “Tell me what you imagined.”

  I sigh, unable to hide a quiver of embarrassment. My cheeks blush; I can feel him, and despite being just submerged by one of the most powerful orgasms in my life, I feel the excitement gliding down there again.

  “Don’t be ashamed by me,” he pinches my lips with his fingers and insists. “Tell me how you imagined it.”

  “I imagined you coming into my room at night.”

  “Was my face covered?”

  “Yup.”

  “What did I do in your mind?” he is very interested, I'm dying out of shame.

  “You… pulled the blankets off and…”

  “Come on, Ambra, it's nothing that I haven't already ever imagined. You're simply reading my thoughts.”

  I am amazed by this confession, I feel the flush of my cheeks vanish and I find the freedom to express myself with my Krum.

  “You were impetuous.”

  “I'm not a rough man,” he jokes, of course. He is rough.

  “You pulled my clothes off and…”

  He covers me with his body and climbs on me. I feel small under him, but so safe that even the end of the world cannot distract me from his burning eyes.

  “And?”

  “You gave me your mouth.”

  “Where?” I lean towards him and I already have turgid nipples, I'm amazed by the reaction of my body. “Here?” He doesn’t stop looking into my eyes and I do the same, but when his mouth grasps my nipple, I cannot help but close my eyes and abandon myself to the pleasant torture. “I'll make all your fantasies become true, Ambra. All our fantasies,” he underlines. He bites my breasts and holds them in his hands. They are small and he holds them perfectly, covers them with his always fresh tongue and then sucks them slowly, slowly, biting them to make me leap up. “Keep telling what we did!”

  “I was scared, and I wiggled under you, trying to run away from you.”

  “But you didn’t want to run away, because what I was doing was so beautiful that running away would have been a shame, more than staying.”

  “Yup.”

  “Go on!”

  “When I realized I had no escape, I let myself go. You asked me to touch you, sometimes forced me to…”

  “Like this?” He grasps my hand and I am surprised by the energy he uses leading it on his newly erected dick.

  “Yes, that's right!” I clench it in my hands and I massage it slowly.

  “Oh, karash me da se chuvstvam dobre.”

  “What did you…”

  “You make me feel good.” He kisses me and then starts biting my nipples again. “Keep telling me what you imagined.”

  “You ordered me to open my legs.” Hearing my words, he does it, as if he was interpreting my vision. He spreads my wings and pulls up on his knees. Looking at him without being able to feel him, is a condemnation. “You res
ted it on me and rubbed it, telling me that you would have made me enjoy it.”

  And he does it.

  Krum rests the tip of his cock on my pulsating fire, rubs it along the pussy and traces small circles around the bud.

  “Not even in my dreams you were so excited,” he verifies satisfied.

  “Oh, I was. I found myself always balmy. Every time.”

  “Balmy only for me.”

  “Only for you.”

  “You've always been mine." he pants, as he enters me so slowly that I feel every inch of it, that I perceive all its warmth and with it the sentiment that binds me to this man.

  “Krum!”

  “I'd like to take you as I've always done in my dreams,” he says impatiently.

  “Just do it!”

  “It would be too much.”

  “But I want it!”

  “Do you... want it?”

  “Yes, I trust you.”

  His chest bloats proudly and he looks at me worried. After a moment of silence, in which he remains immobile within me, he returns completely himself and sends me into paradise.

  He possesses me with an impressive strength. I fear that he'll break me in two from one moment to the next. The pleasure of feeling his fingers immersed inside me is stronger than the pain. He slams his body against mine as if he wanted to punish me, as if I had suddenly become a challenge to win. I feel like I'm running by his side in search of the pleasure that we can only find at the end of the path, this path full of obstacles easy to run over and no longer indestructible for me.

  “OMG! Krum… Krum!”

  “Shout my name. Again!”

  “Krum!”

  “Again,” he screams.

  “Krum!”

  I close my eyes and let myself go. I'm shaken by supreme pleasure, the one I now know I can only find with him. My body is exhausted, demolished, specifically, on this bed that seems to have become a ring where he won over me. The tingling starts from my toes, expands on my legs and explodes in my belly. I wrap my muscles around Krum that pumps inside me furiously and whispers a series of Bulgarian words I don’t understand, but tell me that now he is happy, that I am his source of joy.

  I understand that he is at the climax and that he is going to explode and I expect to receive his warm seed on my body. But when he comes out, he pulls my hair, he approaches my face and pushes his erection into my mouth.

  “Taste me,” he orders. I thirst for this man, I suck it avidly and I swallow. up to the last drop. “You'll never leave me, Ambra. You'll never leave me.” He removes what is dripping down my chin with the tip and continues to be what makes me go crazy: a man who never asks but obtains. “Clean it! Take up the last drop. It's all for you. Every tiny part of me belongs to you. Zavinagi. Forever.”

  29

  KRUM

  What's happening to my body? I cannot satisfy my hunger of this woman. I want her again.

  I demand her.

  Her defenseless and lusty lips seem to call out, as a mermaid attracts men by enchanting them and devouring them in her waters. The beauty of all this is that she does absolutely nothing, she's just herself sharing my desires. I've always thought that it was impossible for me to find somebody to lean on in this life, but when I penetrate those golden irises, I feel so complete and powerful as I've never been. I found that piece of paradise able to burn off my hell.

  I rest my cheek on her naked chest, this hot refuge that belongs to me. I lay on her hoping not to crush her, I feel her arms around my back and then her fingers tickle my back. She draws waves, circles, writes down her presence on my skin.

  “Tell me about you.”

  Instinctively I turn my face and hide it between her breasts, I sigh warming her body, as if a part of me was preparing for a cold winter and I fear to bring that cold even to her. My past is like an avalanche whose reminder overwhelms me. Every image is a lightning bolt, as an arrow piercing my chest. I won’t tell her what I was. She would look at me with different eyes and I have no intention of arousing that pain that she'd certainly feel hearing all that rubbish. Protecting her always, protecting her from everything, protecting her from me. This is my goal.

  “Krum?” she shakes me a bit, but I still hide on her, as I like to do recently.

  “What do you wanna know?”

  “Tell me about Bulgaria and your family.”

  “Bulgaria can be a beautiful country or a very bad country. And no, I don’t have a family.”

  “That's it?” She caresses my head, smoothing my hair.

  “Yes, that's all. Don’t ask for more, princess.”

  She slides under me, entering my visual sphere. She is so beautiful that my chest burns looking at her.

  “Will you ever tell me about you?” She's sweet, but I know she's only using the least aggressive technique to get what she wants.

  “No.”

  “Okay.”

  “Okay.”

  “Did you do something bad and you don’t wanna talk to me about it?”

  “Insist all you like,” I say resolute, as I touch her lips with my fingers, “you won’t have any news about my past.”

  “Is it so terrible?”

  “Ambra!” I press hard on her, now I want to suffocate her.

  “Ok, okay, that's enough, enough!” she coughs and tries to avoid my pinches. “Stop it!”

  She laughs and her laughter is my bread, the breath of air that removes the knot from my throat.

  “I don’t want you to ask questions about me!” I demand on her lips.

  “Otherwise?” she rubs and… Damn it! She is more greedy than me.

  I take her wrists and lock them behind her head, I promised we would talk and I want to keep my word, even if I'd gladly take her again.

  When I can block her and I rest on her, in perfect harmony with her body, I bite her chin and start with the questions, just to shift the attention to her and take it away from me. There is nothing interesting to say about me.

  “What do you think of the Sect? Did Leonardo tell you everything?”

  She nods, but doesn’t seem to be excited.

  “So?”

  “I've no intention to take orders.” Beautiful, sexy, naughty and determined. Now I'll eat her!

  I bite her neck, hearing her screaming excites me, as well as hearing the moans of praise that follow the movements of my tongue.

  “You can't say no to the Sect.”

  “I can say no if I want to!” The answer is all for me.

  “I hope you aren't talking about me.”

  “You either.”

  I let her roll down on her stomach and slap her on the butt. The slap echoes, like the beat that opens the dances. The shot is stronger than what I have already given her, but she laughs and since she's enjoying it, I slap her again.

  “Ow, Krum, that's enough!”

  I reach her ear and inform her of a fundamental detail for me.

  “It doesn’t exist that you say that's enough to me!”

  She fades under my chest, showing how susceptible she is to any of my gestures or words.

  “I'd never tell you to stop, you know.”

  “Oh, moeto momiche!” Oh, my girl!

  I reach the buttock I've just hit and kiss it My lips give relief to her reddened skin, she moans something I don’t understand but then she grabs my hair and pulls me up.

  “Now let's talk,” she orders.

  “But…”

  “No but, you must earn my body!”

  I take her by the wrists and pull her to me. Her back rests on my chest, my lips sink into her neck.

  “You are mine, or have you forgotten? I'll take you when I want to! Don’t dare tell me no, I don’t accept no from my woman.”

  “And how long have I been your woman?”

  “Forever!”

  “I thought you just said it to excite me.”

  “I said it because I think it and because it is so. Moya!”

  My fingers slide on her belly, rub
up and down and find the curves of her tits, I avoid the nipples, just to tease her and make her go crazy, but she is stronger and slips away from me.

  “We need to talk!”

  I throw my head back defeated, I owe her. Okay. Let's talk. I lay down and she does the same. She lays on her side and covers herself with the blue sheet. I stretch out a hand and pull down the sheet, she covers up again and I repeat the gesture.

  “I want you totally naked.”

  “I don’t want you to get distracted.”

  “Naked!”

  “No!" She covers up again, but I don't want her to win and I get up. I pull the whole sheet off of the bed, I roll it into a ball and throw it on the floor.

  “Moya i gola. Mine and naked.” The way I say it seems to quiet her.

  “You are stubborn.”

  “It's not true.” I lay down at her side.

  “Yes, you are. You are stubborn and…” she gazes at me carefully, her eyes are on my pectorals, then on my abdomen and finally there. My brain sends an impulse right down there, my rod rises and she blushes and then looks back at my eyes. “Stubborn,” she repeats. “And so handsome it hurts.”

  So handsome it hurts. I don’t know if it is a compliment, but for now I accept it.

  “Ask me anything you want, but only if it's about the Sect.”

  “No!” I even love her way of puffing. “I want to know about you.”

  “Don’t get me pissed off, princess.”

  “Okay,” she raises her eyes to heaven and I'm jealous of any visual paths that distract her from mine. I want her, always, to look just at me, I want her to see me even when she closes her eyes. Okay, I'm really ridiculous! “Why did the Father buy you?”

  Shit.

  “And how do you know that?”

  “Oscar told me.”

  “Mrŭsno kopele!” Stupid bastard.

  “I guess that's a bad word.”

  “Exactly and the question is one of those that you shouldn't have asked.”

  “You could simply find an appropriate answer instead of avoiding to give me one. By now you should know me, I don’t stop in front of your no.”

  She is right, if I don’t tell her something, she'll be exasperating.

  “The Father bought us because he wanted soldiers who served the Sect.”