I felt like I would lose my mind. I wrapped my arms around his sweat slicked back when he moved and started sinking deeper into me. Deliberately, I clenched my convulsing sex even more tightly around him.
His breath hitched. “Jesus,” he muttered shakily, as his hands curved around my hips. Lifting my ass slightly off the counter and with a smooth, hard thrust, he slammed the rest of his length into me.
I swear my heart nearly failed from excitement.
“Fuckkkk,” he swore, as my walls sheathed him like a clenched fist.
I whimpered as he began to pull away, his cock running along the sensitive walls of my sex. The hot friction was maddening and unspeakably delicious. My hips arched to meet the brutal thrust I knew was coming, but I couldn’t have prepared for it. I cried out as he slammed back into me.
He had gone so deeply inside of me, it felt as if he had reached a depth that I didn’t even think was possible. Every nerve in my body was abuzz with pleasure. He pulled out of me once again, and when he rammed back in, he rolled his hips so his cock entered at an angle inside of me that made me completely lose it.
“Ange—oh God—aah.”
It was too much and … not enough. I puffed and panted and clung to him.
My cries settled on a rhythm to match his thrusts.
At first, he kept it leisurely, as he took his time, milking me of every bit of my sanity, then when he too began to lose it, his pace increased and with every second that passed, he grew almost frantic for his own release.
The tension rose and grew between us, working up momentum like a tornado, ready to destroy us both. My nails were clawing down his back, my hips bucking and gyrating violently to meet the force of his thrusts. His tempo was merciless as he drove us both towards the edge, his hands digging into my ass.
Our sounds filled the room ... the slap of our wet flesh, our grunts, our pants.
I had never understood the term he fucked me to within an inch of my life. Now, I did. The head of his cock rubbed at the secret spot inside of me that to my shock, suddenly shattered me into tiny fragments. I was gone, driven mad by a different type of orgasm.
Then his hand moved towards my clit. I grabbed his wrist to try to stop him because it had become too much. I felt like I would pass right out. I actually experienced panic at that point. But he was too powerful, he pushed my hand away, and took control of me.
I became a slave to his onslaught as he rubbed around my clit in hard, rapid circles, coaxing the center of my pleasure into total submission. I was completely and utterly possessed.
Another climax started and I came with what must have been a blood-curling scream. He followed right after. His roar rolled into my scream and we clung tightly to each other as our bodies convulsed and shuddered. The orgasm rocked through my body, soaking every cell and buzzing through my veins like a drug. I bit down on his shoulder to contain myself, while I listened to his heart thundering against my chest.
“Mmmm,” he groaned as he continued to pound his hips into mine.
I could feel my consciousness slipping away. He had tortured me in the most devastatingly sweetest way, and my body couldn’t take a second more. Angelo … I tried to call out his name but my mouth opened and closed as no sounds came out.
I don’t know if I passed out, or perhaps I didn’t, but a period of time passed by without my brain registering it. The next time I came to, I was in Angelo’s arms and he was moving me to the sofa. He cradled me to his chest. I felt disappointed he was no longer lodged inside me, but I couldn’t find the strength to complain.
I inhaled his scent as I clung to his neck, allowing his warmth to completely overwhelm me. I tried to remain awake, but couldn’t. I slipped away into a dreamless exhaustion.
Chapter 36
Angelo
The apartment was deadly quiet except for Sienna’s soft even breathing. I let myself drift off with her weight on my chest. It should have been strange, I never went to sleep with a sleeping woman in my arms, but it wasn’t. It felt right. I was a light sleeper and I planned to wake up in a couple of hours.
But less than an hour later, her soft mumblings roused me.
My eyes snapped open, and immediately registered and recognized the woman in my arms. Through the illumination of the streetlights filtering into the room from the windows I watched her. It was astounding, but in sleep, she was like an angel. Vulnerable, peaceful, ethereally beautiful, and with a gentle aura that was almost otherworldly. A far cry from the spitfire, bundle of trouble, total headache she was in real life.