He thrusts into my mouth, rocking against my lips, pushing in as far as I can take him and then pulling out again. His eyes close, his face taut with pleasure, and then he looks down at me, his eyes glassy.
“God, you look so beautiful when you’re full of my cock,” he groans. “But I want to come somewhere other than your mouth.”
I gasp as he pulls free, reaching down into the drawer for the last sex toy. It’s a butterfly vibrator with a strap-on harness. The thought of it alone makes me wetter because I know how strong it is, and I’m already tremendously aroused. He knows how to use it before I have to explain, taking my feet and sliding it up my legs, positioning it perfectly, and tightening the straps. It presses firmly to my mound, leaving my wet opening exposed. He flicks it on, and I gasp at the strength of it. He strokes himself a bit as I curl my body in pleasure.
“I’m going to fuck you just like this,” he says, grinning down at me. “With you cuffed to the bed and that little vibrator humming over your clit, making you come over and over on my cock.”
I moan helplessly, my body already starting to twitch with the first tremors of another climax. This vibrator gets me there faster than any other, and I’ve fantasized about being tied up like this while using it, unable to do anything other than surrender over and over to the pleasure it brings me.
Now Antonio is making all my fantasies real.
He spreads my legs, making the vibrations more intense on my throbbing clit. I gasp as he arches his hips, thrusting into me in one long stroke that pushes him balls-deep into me, filling me completely–and pushing me over the edge into a second orgasm.
“Antoni!” I scream his name as he grinds into me, the vibrations sending me out of my mind with pleasure. He grins as he starts to fuck me through it, his thrusting cock making the orgasm feel as if it goes on endlessly.
He waits for me to come down, for the flutters to fade, and I stare up at him dazedly. “It’s too much,” I whisper as the vibrations continue to hum over my oversensitive clit, but Antonio just shakes his head.
“You’re going to wear that until I come in your tight pussy,” he murmurs. “In fact–”
He reaches for the slender vibrator that he’d fucked my ass with earlier, and my eyes go wide. “Oh no, Antoni–”
“Oh, yes,” he assures me, reaching to bring my legs over his shoulders, angling my ass up as he keeps rocking into me, his other hand bringing the vibrator against my ass again.
He hesitates just a moment as he pushes it against the tight muscle. “You can say no,” he tells me, giving me a chance, but I’m so out of my mind with pleasure that I’d agree to almost anything at this point.
“Just fuck me,” I beg, the vibrations pushing me impossibly close to another orgasm, and Antonio grins.
“Whatever the lady asks for, she gets.”
And then he thrusts the slender vibe into my ass, switching it on.
I’ve never experienced anything like it. The butterfly over my clit, humming against the hard, pulsing flesh relentlessly, Antonio’s cock filling me to capacity, sandwiched between the butterfly vibe and the vibrator in my ass, making my entire body tingle with sensations beyond anything I’ve ever imagined. He thrusts the vibrator in my ass in time with the thrusts of his cock, and when he slams into me again, I lose complete control.
The orgasm is endless. I scream his name, yanking at the cuffs as I writhe on his cock, on the vibrator, lost in the intense pleasure of being fucked so completely. I know in that instant, that as long as I live, no one will ever be able to fuck me the way Antonio San Giovanni can fuck me.
“Ah, fuck, Stella!” I hear him growl above me, and I’m dimly aware that he’s coming too, that I can feel the hot rush of his cum as he jerks against me. Still, it’s lost in the endless pleasure sweeping over me, taking me to unimagined heights.
It takes me a moment to realize that he’s switched the vibes off, pulled them off, and away from me, leaving me a liquid heap on the bed with his cock still impaled inside me. He stares down at me, panting, his muscular chest heaving.
“Shit,” he mumbles, and I nod, unable to find words.
After he pulls out, he lifts me up to my feet, takes my hand, and mouths, “one,” and his eyes dart to the stairs.
“Two,” I mouth back, and we both grin because we know this entire situation is out of control. . “Three,” we mouth in unison and speed up the steps, back down the hall, and straight for my room. I close and lock the door behind us, and he picks me up. I laugh and beat on his back for him to put me down, but he carries me all the way to the shower and gets in with me.
“Antonio!” I squeal as he sprays me with water, cold water. He laughs, and I tackle him, but fail to push him to the wall because he’s as solid as a rock.
“Stop, Stell!” He laughs and turns the water hot again, reattaching the spraying head to its place on the wall.
I stand up straight and reach for shampoo behind him. He watches as I pour it into my hand and pass it to him. I lather my hair as he proceeds to do the same.
“So. We just—” he begins.
“Let’s not.” I shake my head, and he nods.
“You’re fucking hot, Stella.” He looks me up and down as I push past him to get under the water.
“I said—” he wraps his arms around my waist as I face away from him, kissing my shoulder and causing my body to have a visceral reaction. This is feeling too real, too much like a couple. Why am I emotional? I don’t want this. I want my independence. He’s a stepping stone, that’s all.