He pushed forward, burying himself even more. She hadn’t known she could feel so full. So perfect. Eyes on his, she felt him withdraw. She didn’t want him to, but then he surged forward, driving through her tight muscles, the friction over the sensitive bundles of nerves sending fire streaking through her body. She cried out again, unable to stay silent. He smiled at her, looking more like temptation than ever before. She didn’t care, she wanted everything he could give her.
Vittorio began to move in Grace, one hard surge after another, watching her carefully, seeing the buildup, the tension winding through her as each hard stroke took her closer and closer to the edge. Deliberately, he didn’t tip her over. He kept moving in her. Letting himself go just a little, enough that his body felt the way she clamped down on him harder, like a vise, surrounding him with that hot silk, wrapping him up and squeezing until he thought his head might come off.
Little sounds escaped her throat, becoming louder and longer as he pumped into her, testing her a little more with each hard thrust. The sounds turned to aching sobs of need. Her nails bit into the comforter as she fisted it. He wished those nails were in his back. He loved the sight of her, breasts jolting with each surge. Her little body undulating as he drove deep into her. Her eyes shocked. Dazed. Dark with her own desire. Her mouth open, breath escaping in ragged pants. Just the sight of her nearly took him over the edge.
He stood above her, her hips in his hands, his legs adding to the strength of each surge into her. Streaks of fire danced up his back, roared in his belly and rushed down his legs. Her body gripped his cock like a fist. Squeezed. Milked. Scorching hot. His breath exploded out of him and he took her over the edge.
Her body paused for one moment in the brutal milking of his and then the fireball hit, a giant wave of pure flames roaring through him, through her, sweeping them both up into its path. His cock jerked hard, over and over, as her sheath constricted and strangled his shaft, the heat nearly too much, but only adding to the incredible fierce beauty of the moment.
“Fucking paradise,” he whispered and let himself go with her over the edge.
He was flung far out somewhere he’d never been before. There was only Grace and the passion washing through him. Every cell in his body was alive. Every single nerve ending was on fire. The sound of her cries was a kind of music playing in his head, reaching the crescendo as his seed rocketed deep into her.
The entire time, he kept his gaze on hers, forcing her to stay with him. To look at him. He wanted to see that beauty steal over her face. He wanted her to know he was the one giving her that feeling of utter euphoria. He needed her to know who he was—her man. Her lover. The man she trusted to always take care of her, have her back, give her everything.
Her eyes moved over his face. A little shocked. Very dazed. Incredibly sexy. She knew. He saw the knowledge there. He was her everything just as he needed to be. There was so much more, but theirs was the kind of relationship that had to build slowly and come from a place of trust. Little by little he’d introduce small things to her to see what she liked or didn’t like, what she could accept or not. He knew he was embarking on the adventure of a lifetime and happiness elevated the endorphins pumping through his body.
Vittorio felt his legs turning to rubber, and he slowly allowed his body to reluctantly begin to withdraw from hers. He was still semi-hard and the action triggered another huge quake in her, so that for a moment her body gripped his, refusing to give him up and squeezing down hard on his most sensitive part. It felt like paradise all over again.
Vittorio collapsed over her, reveling in the way his body shuddered and jerked, giving her every last drop of his seed. The hot splash triggered a multitude of aftershocks so that her body bit down hard time and time again, strangling him, prolonging that feeling of utter paradise. He’d been careful, gentle even, and he’d still come harder than he’d ever come in his life.
He pressed his body deeper into hers, giving her his full weight, basking in the feeling of her small body beneath his much larger one. The feelings of conquest and possession mixing with love were a heady combination. Those traits were deep in him and she accepted him without judgment. How could he not be in love with her?