“Now, I definitely remember you doing this,” she confirms, her voice quivering when I kiss her inner left thigh.
“Are you sure you really remember?” I ask her, right before I lick through her slit, all the way up
to her clit. “I know I remember this for sure.” I suck her clit into my mouth, and she tries to squeeze my head, making me laugh. “Do you remember this?” I ask her as I slide two fingers into her as I nip at her clit. This time her head goes back, her hips lift off the bed. “Someone wants more?” I tease her as I eat her pussy with everything I’ve got. I lick, suck, and bite all the while finger-fucking her. The sound of her moaning fills the room and I know she’s about to come because I can feel my fingers being squeezed tighter and tighter. “Want to come on my finger”—I flick her clit—“or my tongue?”
“Both,” she says, and I smirk at her.
“Rub your clit, then,” I instruct her. She moves one of her hands to replace my tongue as I slide my tongue into her, with my fingers making her even wetter. “You taste like heaven,” I say, and she thrusts her hips up, getting my fingers in all the way to my knuckles.
“Stefano,” she breathes my name, her hand leaving her clit as she runs it through my hair.
“Remember that time—” she says but stops when I rub her G-spot.
“What time, baby?” I tease her, my fingers slowing down.
“The time in the bathroom.” I listen to her and I know exactly what she’s talking about. It was a memory I used over and over during the years. “When I was coming and then you rammed your cock into me.”
“Yes,” I tell her, my fingers picking up speed.
“I want that, please,” she begs me, and I swear I would give her whatever she wants. “Fuck me like that again.”
“Okay,” I agree, “but after, I get to fuck you how I want.”
“Deal.” She moves her hand to her clit, moving it side to side ferociously, my fingers picking up the speed. “I’m almost there.”
“I know,” I say, my tongue sliding in there with my finger and I feel the spasm around my finger and my tongue.
“Stefano,” she cries as she spasms once, twice, and then I pull my fingers out of her and quickly ram my cock into her. I slide it into the tightness and I have to stop as soon as I’m balls deep. Both of our moans fill the room. “Fuck me,” she groans, falling to her back, her legs wrapping around my waist. “I remember you fucking me harder.”
I get up on my knees, her legs dropping to the sides. I pick one up and place it over my shoulder as I hammer away into her. My hips thrust into her as my thumb works her clit, her pussy squeezing me so hard as she comes or continues coming from before. I press her ankle that is next to my lips in a kiss as I slow down the pace of my fucking, but my thumb works her clit, faster and faster. Right when I know she’s going to come again, my hands move to the sides of her as I thrust into her harder and harder. My balls slap her ass, her hands holding my forearms as I take her over the cliff again. She soaks me as she spasms over my cock again and again. I slow down my speed until she’s done. “One more?” I ask her, or maybe I’m telling. This time I fall onto her a bit but then move her legs over my forearms, opening her up even wider.
“Yes,” she pants out as I move my cock all the way out and then slam back into her.
“So fucking tight,” I say, looking into her eyes. “Watch my cock,” I tell her, and her eyes go to between her legs. “Watch your pussy take my cock.” I push all of me into her, then pull out again, so slow we both groan. “Your pussy was made for me,” I say, slamming into her, “my cock was made for you.”
Her eyes never leave my cock. One of her hands goes between us as she slides her fingers around my cock, her touch shooting through me. I take my cock out of her, pushing her leg back, and my mouth lands on her wet pussy. I kiss her pussy like it’s the last thing I’m going to do on this earth. My tongue slides into her as I move my face side to side before licking her slit to her clit and biting down on it.
She lifts her hips for a second and calls my name over and over again, “Stefano.” I move back, sliding my cock into her. “Yes,” she hisses with one leg over my shoulder again, the other one stretched out.
She’s so fucking open to me, I slide into her slowly, but my hand comes up, and I rub her clit with two fingers, faster and faster. Her moans get louder and louder every single time I bury myself balls deep in her. In and out slowly, but my hand moves vigorously from side to side. “Oh my God,” she says, her eyes closed as she takes in the feeling. I know she’s close. I can feel it. I also know she hasn’t given me a big one yet. I know I want it. I want her to cry out for me. I slip my cock out of her and slide two fingers into her, harder and harder. “Yes,” she moans, and I know she’s right here; she’s on the edge. Right when she’s finally going to come, I slam into her. She screams my name as the both of us come, and her juices soak my cock as I empty myself into her over and over again. I don’t think I’ve ever come this hard in my life. I roll to the side when both of us go limp. Wrapping my arms around her, I take her with me. My cock still buried in her. “That was—” she says, moving the hair away from her face. “That was—”
“Better than anything I’ve ever dreamed of,” I finish her thought as she buries her face into my neck.
“But can we do that again?” she asks, laughing.
I can’t help but laugh because I’ve never been this fucking happy in my life. “Oh, we are going to do that a couple more times before the night is over.”
She unburies herself from my neck. “Promise?”
I look down at her, kissing her lips. “I promise you everything.”
addison
. . .
“A re you sure you want to get dressed?” Stefano asks me as I step out of the shower, and he hands me a plush white towel. “I really like you naked.” He leans in and kisses my wet neck.
“I’m not going to the kitchen and eating naked,” I counter, wrapping the towel around myself.
“What if someone rings the doorbell?”
“We don’t answer.” He smirks and winks at me, and I just laugh as I watch him walk away from me, naked. His backside as good as his front side. I grab another towel before I flip my hair over and wrap it, twisting it up to soak up the water. He comes back a couple of seconds later dressed in boxers with a black shirt in his hand. “Here you go.” He hands me the shirt.
“Thank you,” I say nervously, which is the silliest thing since I just spent the last two hours, maybe even three, learning every single inch of his body. I know there isn’t one place on my body he hasn’t kissed, licked, bit, or sucked. I let the white towel fall from my body and put the black T-shirt on.
It’s huge on me and it’s in the middle of my thighs. “Fuck.” I look over at him and Stefano just comes to me. One of his hands holds my hip while the other comes up so his thumb can rub my cheek.
“You’re so fucking sexy in my clothes.” His voice is low. “Every single time you take my breath away, but in my clothes.” He leans in and softly kisses my lips. “It’s even hotter than you naked.”
I smile shyly. “Are you sure about that?” We both laugh together.
“Okay, let me get you downstairs so I can get you fed and then have my way with you on the counter while you wear my shirt.” He slips his hand in mine as he pulls me to the kitchen.
“I’m pretty sure we can make it back to the bedroom,” I joke and he stops mid step and turns to me.
“My cock is ready to go now.” He points down at said cock. “I’m meeting him halfway.”
“Fine,” I concede, like I’m not the one who is going to benefit from him taking me on the counter.
We walk down to the kitchen. “What do you want to eat?” He looks over at me as he lets go of my hand and pulls open the fridge. “I’ve got a lot of stuff for breakfast,” he mentions and I lean on the counter.