“You did well tonight,” I say as she tugs my hand, beckoning me to be quiet as she leads me to her bedroom. It’s on the far corner of the house, and she relaxes once the door clasps shut.
“I was so scared,” she breathes as she tilts her head back, exposing her neck to me now that we’re in private. I take the bait and attack her neck, kisses running up and down the sensitive skin, teeth grazing it and making her gasp. “Bruno, if you hadn’t been there-”
“You made me proud,” I say, quieting her with a squeeze of her ass. “You’ve become a strong woman, passerotta mia.” We kick our shoes off in a hurry, and I haven’t even gotten her top off before my hand gropes her chest, cupping a breast and savoring the feel of it through the thin fabric. She shivers at my touch. My other hand goes to her ass as I work her back toward the bed.
Finally, I sit her down on it, and I kneel over her, sliding my hand up to her back as we stare into each other’s eyes, seeing the passion in each other’s gaze. “I’ve gotten strong? What even was that?”
I run my fingers into her hair, letting the silky feel of it run over my hand like water. “My work isn’t something to be proud of, Serena.”
“It does have its perks,” she says, her eyes roving over the rippling muscle of my body, and I see her bite her lip as she runs her hands down my sides before reaching the hem of my shirt. She tugs at it, looking up at me with a pout to her lip.
It’s a look I’ve seen before, and it still teases the same fire in me.
“You are a brat, you know that?” I tease, and a smile tugs her lips into a curl.
“Just for you.”
I tear her top off up over her head, tossing it to the side. I glower down at her exposed form, nothing but a bra left on her chest, and with one hand, I unhook it and let it slide off her arms before easing her down onto the soft cushions.
Her breasts free, I descend on them. I let my hot breath wash over her nipple, panting over it like I’m about to devour it, and she arches her back, gasping as I play with the sensitive nub of her nipple relentlessly. My teeth toy with it, grazing against its sides ever so gently. Feeling the nipple harden under my tongue sends fire through me. My hand moves to her other nipple, and I run my thumb over it to excite it as well.
The taste of her is delicious. My tongue lashes back and forth over her nipple, darting out to play between my teeth before I toy with her stiff nipple and cover the area with my mouth.
My other hand gropes her breast, possessing her, letting her know she is mine. I push my thumb against the bottom of her nipple and flick it and rub it gently with my index finger. I can make my thick hands handle delicate things, when I want them to.
Her nipples stiffen, and her breathing is quick under me. I can feel her legs squirming, and I know just how much she’s getting bothered between her thighs. It brings a smile to me, even as my mouth moves across her breast playfully, teasingly.
I shouldn’t be doing this. This is dangerous for both of us. But if we’re going to face danger anyway, I want to us to face it together.
I turn my eyes up as I nip her breasts, and I see a mess of blonde hair spilling around her neck and shoulders, mouth hanging open as she whimpers for me. I raise my head away from her breasts, replacing my teeth with my hand on her right breast. I have to look down on Serena.
On my woman.
Her limbs are sprawled out across the bed, long and willowy. She looks like some dancer exhausted from practice, but I’m just getting her started. She turns her eyes to me as she feels the change, and color rushes to her cheeks at the sight of me looming over her, thumbs roving possessively over her nipples.
She bites her lip, and I take my hands away to pull my shirt off over my head and toss it to the floor, displaying my body over her.
Even though she’s seen it bare before, even recently, the light I see spark up in her eyes is like she’s never seen anything like me before. I feel pride swell up in my chest as I roll my shoulders back, and her gaze meets mine.
To be able to get such a stir from a woman as beautiful as Serena is a thrill. And it should be—she deserves nothing but the very best.
I descend upon her again, this time cupping my hand under her neck and bringing my mouth to it. I kiss her, my other hand holding her by the wrist and splaying out her body as I start to rock my pelvis into her. Even through our pants, I know she can feel my hardness. I’ve been with women, sure, but nobody has ever made me as ready for love as Serena makes me. Every cell in my body cries out for her when I’m near her.
I run my hands down her body to her hips, and I bring my mouth to her lips. She lifts her head up with a whimper to meet me, and I smile into the kiss as I pull her hips up into me, rocking into her gently while her arms slip around my neck to hold on. Her lips are soft, and I let out a low groan into them before her tongue starts trying to tease mine out. I hold nothing back from her. My tongue dives into her mouth, and we play with each other while I feel a pulse go through my hard body.
I want her. I need her. We don’t even need to speak to know how badly we desire each other. My rough hands run up and down her body, feeling every inch of smooth, olive skin. It’s the easiest thing in the world to pick her up and turn her however I please, and when I slide her up the couch, she giggles at being held by me, squirming in the cushions, looking up at me with playful eyes.
“You’re playing with fire, princess,” I say with a low rumble to my voice, but I know Serena and the look in her eyes well enough to know that she likes playing with fire.
In a swift motion, I tear the buttons of her jeans apart, and she gasps when I tug her pants down over her thighs. She tries to kick them the rest of the way off, but I don’t want to wait. I yank them the rest of the way off, panties and all, before I slide my hand under the small of her back and lift her legs up.
I run my mouth over her inner thigh, fingers squeezing her soft flesh as I let my breath wash over her, face tickling her as I rove over it.
“God, Bruno,” she whines, trying in vain, “God, I need you in me, don’t keep me waiting!”
I deliver a quick slap to her bare ass, feeling the taut skin quiver under my touch, and she gives a yelp of delight as I squeeze her. “I’m going to take my time devouring you,” I growl, “you’re too sweet not to savor.”
She opens her mouth to respond, but I silence her by lowering my head and dragging my tongue across her slit.
A long, hissing gasp escapes her, and I listen to it hang in the air like a musical note as I look at her lower lips. They’re swollen with need like my cock is, and the darker, endlessly sensitive skin folds in on itself, just begging for attention. Her whole body is crying out for me. Just the thought that I have the power to bother her figure so much makes me swell so hard I think my shaft is going to burst from my pants.