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She stroked the base with her hand and swirled her tongue over my crown. I loved seeing her suck on my dick. Next time, I was getting my phone and recording this.
Pausing, she panted around me, her hot breath coating my shaft. “I can’t take it. I’m ready, baby. I’m so ready.”
My lips curled. I knew she’d eventually want it. Sliding my hands under her shoulders, I lifted her up so I could kiss her. She stretched out on top of me and moved her hips like she was trying to get my cock inside her pussy. I held her still and continued to eat at her mouth, thrusting my tongue against hers.
“Please,” she broke off to whine. “I’m dying.”
“Is that how you ask?” I slid my lips and tongue over her collar bone. “You know what I want to hear.”
“I’m yours. Please, fuck me.”
“Slowly, amore,” I whispered. “Beg me to fuck your ass.”
“Oh, god.” She ground her pelvis into my cock, but the movement must’ve caused the plug to shift, as well. Whimpering, she did it twice more. “Please, Vito. Fuck my ass.Please.”
“In Italiano. ‘Per favore, Vito.Scopami il culo, per favore.’”
She shook her head, but rushed out the words. “Per favore, Vito. Scopami il culo, per favore.”
Fuck, those words! My balls were heavy, my groin tight. I couldn’t torture either of us any longer. Rolling over, I got her on her hands and knees, snatched up the bottle of lube. I slicked myself up, then removed the plug. Took a second to drizzle more lube around her ring of muscle and smooth it in, my cock throbbing in time with my heartbeat. Grabbing my shaft, I lined up and said, “Push out.”
She did as instructed and my head slipped in. Scalding heat choked my tip and I had to clench my jaw to keep from coming. I couldn’t drag my eyes away from that tight hole and how it grasped me to pull me in tighter. “Fuck,” I ground out. “You feel so fucking good.”
I added more lube, slid in deeper. Withdrew a bit, advanced. She wouldn’t let me go slow, though. She began rocking back, driving me past her body’s natural resistance. Soon our hips met and I was all the way inside. I couldn’t remember it ever feeling this perfect before. Her compliance, winning her over . . . This felt like the sweetest victory.
“There, amore.” I smoothed my palm down her back. “I’m all the way in. You’re so good for me. So sweet, angioletto mio.”
“It doesn’t hurt.” She dropped onto her forearms and rested her head on them. “I can’t believe it, but all I feel is pressure.”
“Rub your clit for me. I’m going to fuck you and make you feel even better.”
When her hand snaked between her legs, I grabbed her hips and began a steady, deliberate back and forth rhythm, letting her feel every millimeter. I closed my eyes briefly as I sank in, the sensations coursing through me indescribably good. Euphoria filled every part of my body, my teeth buzzing with it. I felt invincible, like I was high. I never wanted this to end.
I looked down as my dick disappeared inside her hole, and my chest swelled with pride and emotion. I was in awe of this woman. Every time with her was better than the last. How was she doing this to me? I supposed it didn’t matter. Whatever her secret, I was never giving her up.
“Harder, baby. I’m so close.”
I thrust harder. She needed to come in the next few seconds because I was not going to last. I grabbed the back of her neck and held her down on the mattress. “Oh, shit,” she whispered. “I love . . . when you do that.Fuck!”
Her muscles clenched around me, her limbs trembling as she convulsed, and her orgasm triggered my own. I felt my balls contract just before a white-hot blast caused spots to dance before my eyes. Jets of come shot out the head of my cock into her ass, and I shoved deeper, trying to get all the way inside. “Take all of it. Every last drop, amore mio.”
It went on and on until I sagged, spent. I was wrung out. Dizzy and destroyed.
And I was very, very in love with this woman.
I couldn’t stop kissing her in the shower. She was soft and sweet, my favorite, clinging to me as we stood pressed together in the steam. I cleaned us both, then dried her off and settled her in bed.
“Wait, where are you going?” she asked as I pulled on pajama bottoms.
“To get us water and food.” I slipped on my glasses to better see her. “Any requests?”
“Just you, in those glasses. Goddamn, Vito. You look so fine right now.”
“I meant to drink or eat,” I said as I walked out of the room.
“So did I!” she called from the bed—and a grin stretched across my face.
The kitchen was quiet, so I could think as I prepared a snack for two. I hadn’t meant to fall in love with Maggie but, now that I had, my plans needed to be adjusted. There was moving her to Toronto and reorganizing our security. Making room for her in my life. She would wish to remain involved in the winery, so how could I assist her in working remotely? Maybe she could fly back a few days every month.