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ADRIANO

M y vision narrows. I see only her.

Flawless skin, silky smooth, everywhere I could look. But I can’t pull my eyes away from hers.

Deep amber pools of honey that I could drown in.

My hands however, can’t resist touching her thighs, stroking her hips as I ease her back on the dresser, positioning her legs over my shoulders. Finally doing something I’ve been dying to do since I first got a taste of Gloria, since we first kissed, touched.

The moment drags out, watching each other, the air around us vibrating with the pulse of that taught line between us. My heart is hammering in my chest.

And then she’s reaching down, dragging her fingernails through my hair, and I can’t hold back anymore. The tip of my tongue flicks out, teasing along her abdomen, pebbling her skin. My lips follow, planting delicate kisses from her belly button and down.

I lick again, lower. Never taking my eyes off her while she watches me work.

Hooking my arms up around each leg, my palms grip her inner thighs, rotating her into the best possible angel right before I plunge my tongue down once, sampling the apex of her glistening sex. Gloria’s eyes widen, her mouth hanging open in the most sensual look of surprise I’ve ever seen.

The touch of my tongue tightens every muscle in her legs, her ass clenching, thrusting her center up toward me.

Begging me for more.

Every ounce of self-control I have shatters in that moment, to the sound of her almost imperceptible moan, a huff of breath. It’s too quiet.

I need to make her louder.

Make her scream out my name.

Her folds welcome my mouth, her taste searing my tongue as I caress and massage every single bit of her. Sucking lightly on the peak of her pleasure, I roll my tongue around and her hips follow the same arc, twirling in counter rhythm.

Gloria’s head falls back as her eyes flutter closed, finally breaking eye contact as I feel and see a wave of ecstasy crash over her, releasing any apprehension she might have had.

She’s given in completely, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.

Well, until I dip my tongue into her, dragging the flat of my tastebuds along her entrance. Once, then twice, before driving the tip into her core.

Her slick shocks my senses, tingling along every nerve, down to my toes and surging through my middle, making me flex against the almost unbearable feeling of my pants, pulled tight against my raging arousal.

I lose track of everything after that.

Gloria is all there is.

The taste of her, the scent of her skin, her lotion, the faint perfume. She’s honeysuckle and summer days, sunshine.

Devouring her is my entire existence, to know how she feels and to make her feel nothing but bliss.

“Adri…” The word sings to me, soft, husky and full of unrestrained desire.

My own growling moan rumbles up through my throat, vibrating along my tongue, still buried inside her. The flurry of my lips, kissing her as deeply as I can, makes her buck on the dresser top, tipping back and forth. The effect is hypnotic, rhythmic, and primal. It forces my tongue out of her, straight up the line of her divide to her summit and back down again to dive into her.

Her momentum grows, teetering her to the edge of the dresser and to the edge of her first undoing. The shaking of her muscles and the tightening of her fingers on my head tell me she’s rising, building.

And as much as I want this to last forever, to never stop, I can’t wait to feel her unraveling, to see her soar into oblivion.

The next time she tilts down, I lock onto her legs, pinning her still and locking my lips around the bud of her desire. Driving my tongue down and around I begin to alternate pressure, sucking, flicking.

In seconds, Gloria starts to gasp, her chest heaving, each breath releasing a soft groan on the exhale, growing louder with every flick of my tongue. I feel her entire structure contract around me, her thighs, her fingers on the back of my head, her spine arching back to press her head against the wall, to brace herself against the oncoming release.

“Adriano!” Her voice is becoming ragged, nearly a shout. “Don’t you dare stop, oh, right there! That’s… oh yes !”

Even though we both felt it coming, the tidal wave crashes suddenly, abruptly, sending Gloria into a writhing frenzy.

Her wordless scream fills my head, the apartment, shuddering through me as her climax shudders through her, rattling the dresser against the wall.

And through it all, I never let up, riding the wave of her, locked onto her and driving her over the edge with every ounce of my unbridled longing for her.

Maybe just a bit of pride too.

Moans subside into heavy breathing, Gloria’s figure going slack in my arms, her fingers releasing their vice grip and tugging on my hair playfully, luxuriously. My own breath steams along my nose and chin, reflecting against the warmth and deliciously soaked skin of her core.

Lingering there, between her legs, I let my eyes trace the lines of her body, up along her stomach, to the undersides of her spectacular breasts peeking out from under her cutoff, hiked up with the efforts of our play.

My jaw aches to take each of them into my mouth, to toy with them, to make her want more, to drive her insane.

And that’s exactly what makes me stand up, easing her legs down around my hips but staying just out of reach as she sits up, reaching for me, trying to pull me closer.

But I won’t.

It’s torturous resisting her, watching her eyes still shadowed in the glaze of her afterglow flare just a little as she realizes that I’m easing back, away.

What the hell am I doing?

Every fiber of my being is at war, wanting to lose myself inside her, take her fully, right here.

Yet there’s this arrogant, cocky little voice in my head that wants to make her work for it. That wants to keep this game alive, the back and forth.

The party, when she left me pants-less.

The archives, her torn blouse.

And then she has the audacity to move into my apartment on a whim!

The other guy, the one that keeps taking the wheel when she’s around, makes the call, and I find myself backing off, all the way to the bed. Her eyes never leave me the entire time, a challenging and altogether bewildered look on her face.

Whoever is driving my brain in that moment doubles down, smirking and licking my lips.

The effect is … priceless.

Gloria’s eyes narrow subtly, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip.

My hands are already in motion, rolling my shirt up over my abs, crossing and dragging my shirt off in one motion, letting her see every inch of my flexed core.

And the tip of my fully erect, rigid cock peeking out over the band of my pants.

Gloria sucks in a little gasp.

Right before I chuckle. Chuckle!

Like a fucking suave-assed Don Juan wannabe macho fuck!

Flicking the button on my black pants, I let the zipper sag open on its own, showing off the shape of me through my soft, snug, boxer briefs. Right before I turn and head toward the bathroom.

“Hm…I need a shower. Long night,” I mutter, uttering the words in a deep, velvet purr.

That somehow actually works.

I can practically hear Gloria’s mouth snap shut, her teeth grinding.

And something in me is screaming to turn back around, to not pass up my chance…

But I’m not really in charge, apparently.

Kicking off my boots, I let my pants slide down as I turn on the water, stepping out of my pants, slipping my thumbs into the band of my underwear. Never. Ever. Once. Turning around.

Waiting for some reaction, any reaction from her, has my heart pounding.

I’m a second from giving in, turning to look when I feel her press up against me from behind, circling her arms around to feel the muscles of my chest, the other hand drifting down…

Gloria turns me with a quick yank of her arm and I give in, spinning to face her.

Our lips collide, tongues intertwining, drinking one another in.

Cupping her face, I let go, savoring every nibble of her bottom lip, her sucking at mine as she pulls away, only for a second, then her tongue dances into my mouth, sending my brain spiraling into starbursts and an explosion of tingles down my body.

My arms drop, reaching to pull her into me, ready to feel the pressure of our bodies together, skin to skin…

And she slams her palm into my chest, not too hard, but firmly. Stopping me dead and falling out of reach of my waiting lips.

My eyes snap open.

She’s staring right at me, looking up at me almost menacingly, the tiniest smile pulling the corners of her lips.

Comeuppance.

A straight-armed thrust pins me up against the wall, the pressure of her palm staying steady as she eases down onto her knees in front of me, settling onto the soft rug and taking me in from the tip of my nose, down, down, down.

The tip of her tongue teases the underside of her upper lip as she reaches my throbbing, aching cock, right at her eye level. Then she looks right up at me again, pinning me with a stare.

I almost laugh, almost scoff and shake my head at the turnabout.

But I’m way too fucking turned on to do anything but watch as she puckers her lips around my head, drawing my black underwear down over my ass and dropping them to the floor.

Sit back. Relax.

Enjoy the show.

For once, the objective, logical part of me that dominates most situations has a fucking point. So I do.

The flat of her tongue cups the underside of my shaft as she dips, taking more of me than I would think possible into her mouth and dragging back out, making me flex and gasp. A little huff of laughter slips from her lips, a proud little sound at making me twitch.

Then, as if to outdo her already impressive feat, and the incredible sensations rushing up my legs and spine, she grips my hips with both of her hands and takes me fully, swallowing me to the hilt.

As her lips press against the base of my abdomen, I can’t help but groan, low and desperate. “Gloria, that’s fucking incredible…”

“Mm-hmm,” she hums, agreeing with me like she’s fully aware of how she’s blowing my mind.

The insides of her cheeks feel satin slick as she sucks me in while pulling the length of me out through her tight, rose-red lips. The pressure is enough to make me slam my palms back against the wall, my hips bucking as she grips the base of my column, raising up my shaft to lick all the way up to the tip where I’m throbbing, dripping with anticipation.

Her eyes close as she savors me on her tongue for a second, stroking down the length. Firm, consistent. She knows exactly what pace to maintain to keep me from going over, from finishing. But it’s just enough that waves of euphoria wash over me every time she pulls back down.

She speeds up, still watching me get more and more bothered, worked up, before she takes me in her lips again, my cries instantly doubling, every breath a moan.

“Oh, Gloria, you’re going to…” I can’t finish the thought. It’s like a gravity ride in my skull, spinning faster and faster.

The rush of blood in my ears and the whirling roar of pleasure overpowers everything else.

Deeper, harder.

She takes me as deep as she can again and again, pairing her fist around the base of my shaft to pump me over and over again, never letting up, only growing faster, the slick of her mouth and my lust leaving me a slippery mess.

“Oh, fuck—” the words growl out uncontrolled as I feel my climax rear its head, rising fast and turbulent. “Gloria!”

All she can do, all she has to do, is moan for me, like she’s beckoning me to let go.

And I do.

Tightening my ass, my thighs, my entire body clenching, my fingers spear into her copper-spun hair, the silken strands curling around my skin, every sensation heightened as ecstasy roars through my brain, through the column of my spine and out into her, giving her all I have.

And her taking everything greedily, never once pausing.

My hands cup her head, holding on gently, but still for dear life as she grips my ass cheeks in her fingers tightly, gulping me down, never missing a beat.

It’s fucking impossibly hot, unbelievably sexy.

And it feels better than anything I’ve ever felt before.

Gloria starts to slow only as I spasm, my whole body tipping forward in the aftershocks of my orgasm. Still, she holds tight, making me laugh nervously with overwhelming sensitivity, my abs tightening with each slow, meaningful thrust.

When she pulls back, sucking in a breath of cool air around the tip of my cock, still resting on her tongue, I almost lose it again.

But I have nothing left.

All the same, I’m still rock-hard.

I can’t take my eyes off her as she stands up, thumbing the corner of her mouth with a little wag of her eyebrows. Then she spins, leaving me reaching for her and saunters out of the room, her perfect ass swaying like a pendulum.

“Your water’s going to get cold…”

“That’s probably for the best,” I whisper, more to myself and my still rigid manhood.