“Antonio, please,” I gasp out. “I’m on the pill. It’s okay. I just need you inside of me, please–I know what I said. But just forget about that.” I spread my legs a little wider, giving him a clear view of my wet, swollen pussy, and he sucks in a breath between his teeth that sounds like a hiss.
“Fuck,” he grinds out, and suddenly he lets go of his cock, snatching my hand away from my pussy and grabbing the other as well, yanking both hands over my head as he angles between my legs. His hips jerk forward as if intent on thrusting inside me before he can change his mind, and I cry out as I feel his thick length filling me, sinking to the hilt in one hard, sharp thrust that makes my entire body shudder with the pleasure of it.
There’s nothing sweet or gentle about it. Antonio pounds into me, his cock thrusting into me again and again with the most exquisite sensations. His mouth devours mine as he grinds against me, my entire body throbbing with pleasure. I’ve never dated anyone daring enough to restrain me. The feeling of his hands pinning my wrists down only heightens the experience, making me hover on the edge of a third orgasm as he fucks me relentlessly, giving me everything I’d imagined, even better than I’d thought it would be.
“Fuck. You are so fucking tight.” He thrusts even deeper, tightly gripping my ass as he speeds up.
“Antonio.” I gasp, wanting to scream as he pounds into me like waves crashing against the rocks. My pleasure is building, climbing higher with every breath to the point of delirium. That’s why when he pulls out, I’m so perturbed. He grips my hips and turns me around.
“Your turn.” He whispers, and I tilt my head in confusion until he lays down next to me.
“Do what you want to me.” He grins, looking me up and down.
“Fuck. your body is incredible.” He pulls me to him before I can move, still dazed by his body, to be honest. I swing my leg over him, kiss down his neck as he reaches to the heat of me, slips his fingers across my wet throbbing pussy, and moves across my flesh so quickly I fall forward. I try to grab his erect cock, but he stops me, continuing to rub his fingers over me until I'm dripping on him and panting.
And then he angles his cock between my thighs, driving up into me in one hard thrust, and I crash over the edge into an orgasm so powerful, I see stars in the back of my eyelids. He keeps thrusting, his hands hard on my hips as he pounds into me, and I press my hands against his muscled chest as I stare down at him, dizzy with pleasure.So much for me being in control, I think wryly, but I can’t bring myself to care. Antonio fucks with the same wild abandon that he does everything else, and it’s fucking incredible.
He’s moaning, stretching his neck back, eyes closed, jaw tight. I need to remember this view. His perfect squared jaw, one dimple on his chin, the lines of his lips curled in euphoria, thick brows turned up at the inner corners while he thrusts with full force. It’s also the glances, his eyes finding mine to see we are in this together, swept up in the pleasure we are both providing one another. I shouldn't want him like this. Not when he wants every woman the way he wants me.
I can't think about this. The moment is too perfect to come down now, so I don't. All I need is to get lost. Completely and utterly lost in him, and I'll forget I'm not the only one he looks at this way. Forget that that's even something I want.
“Faster.” I arch my back, and he smiles down at me this time, giving me this chance to call the shots, and I like that. He picks up his pace and increases his force.
“Fanculo. ti senti così bene.” He groans, and I feel myself nearing the peak again. He presses his lips to mine once more, the heat of our naked bodies in the cool of the air making steam rise around us.
His thrusts feel so fucking good. I grind against him, riding him hard as I catch his rhythm, and I can tell he’s close. He drags my mouth back down to his, the two of us writhing together in mingled pleasure. I pant into his ear, moaning his name as another orgasm crashes over me, and I feel him thrust up once more, hard, as his entire body stiffens with his climax.
I hadn’t counted on how good it would feel to have him come in me like this. I can feel the heat of him flooding me, his thick, veined cock rubbing against my sensitive walls as he fills me, and it only intensifies my orgasm. We’re both moaning each other’s names, lost in sensation, and I'm bursting with pleasure so beyond this world that I might as well be the tail of a shooting star.
We burn like this till we’re both toppled over each other in a heap of sticky sweat that I'm surprised isn't frozen to our bodies considering the temperature. There’s a pause between us as we catch our breath. He pulls me on top of him, tucks my hair behind my ears, releasing butterflies into my stomach that won't shut up as he stares at me with such amazement it makes me nervous.
“What?”
He inhales deeply before sitting us both up, grabbing my clothes for me, and handing them over. He doesn't answer my question, and I don't think I want him to, so I stay silent. Change into my clothes and wait for him to do the same. He just lies there though. Staring at the sky.
“It’s getting chilly—“
“I’ll meet you in the car.” He nods his head, and I smile back, sliding off the roof and down to the rocky ground. I hope we didn’t just fuck this whole thing up.
I fall asleep on the drive home, and when I wake, I feel as though I’ve barely just closed my eyes. Somehow we are back at the house, and Antonio is helping me out of the car. His arm remains around my shoulder, hugging me close as we walk up the front porch steps. He lets go of me to unlock the door, and I watch him turn the last lock, and something makes him stop.
“I think losing my mom at such a young age was the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through.” He turns to me, eyes glossy with fervor. “But I never got angry.” His mouth twitches as his eyes go somewhere far away. “I got reckless. And sure, it’s fucking freeing, but at the end of it all, I still feel just as empty inside as the night before. But for a moment…” his eyes shift back to me, a tear willing itself over the brim. “For a moment, I’m completely unaware of pain. It’s my escape.” He catches the tear with the back of his and forces a smile.
“Didn’t want you to be the only one to open up.” He shrugs and reaches for the handle, but I take a step towards him, grab the collar of his coat, and pull his lips to mine.
This time feels different than all the others. Soft, sweet, filled with unspoken emotions swirling just below the surface. Our lips softly press and pull as we grab each other tightly. We aren’t kissing for show or to fulfill the burning intensity of a sexual connection. It’s something so tangible that it scares me. I think it scares Antonio at just about the same time because we pull away from each other so quickly that I almost fall over.
Touching, kissing, caressing— can’t happen again… Especially not this kind.
We could never work. Not in a million years, if we tried with every ounce of passion we have bottled up. This is bigger than fleeting flings of ardent emotions. Our future independence relies on this charade to play out the way we planned, and nothing can stop it… not even the lingering remnants of hastily pursued passions.