“Shit, Mia,” Antonio says, surprised at my power play. Pleasantly surprised, though, especially when I start to kiss his body.
I rub my hands over his body, exploring him without interruption. Kissing his lips, then his chest, before sitting up and pulling his boxer briefs over his erect dick and down his legs. He lies exposed, calm and confident in his nakedness, licking his lips and watching me with hooded, hungry eyes. Next, I remove my own panties and stand on my knees over him. His eyes move down, giving me shivers as he takes in my fully naked body. The situation reminds me of the first time we met. Only, I might as well be the one with the gun now.
That thought sends sparks through my limbs. This was destined by the universe. Antonio was always supposed to be the one. I feel powerful. I feel that I am my own woman, making the decisions right here, right now. I drop down, flipping my hair to one side and kissing a trail over his chest, his abdomen, skipping over the bandage and kissing his lower belly.
“Mia,” Antonio says in a low voice, almost a warning. I stop and lift my eyes to him.
“I’ve never done this before, but I want to try.”
His breathing immediately picks up, and he drops his head back when I bend my head down, perched between his legs. I take his hard dick into my hand, feeling the skin as I did before. I slide my lips over the head, which already fills up most of my mouth. Antonio groans, his hips twitching. I slide my tongue, start circling it around the head. That must be good, right? His rise in volume tells me yes. Using my hand to massage the shaft of his dick, I keep sucking and twirling my tongue until he stops me.
“Mia! You should stop now…”
I can see all his muscles are tense. Clearly, he doesn’t want to come just yet. I kiss the tip and let go, then crawl back up over his body until my mouth reaches his.
“Mia,” he growls into my mouth, tugging at the restraints again.
I figure I’ve proven my point, to him and myself. So, I reach up and release him from the restraints. I screech when he suddenly moves fast and pins me down.
“Now, il mio agnellino, it’s my turn.”
His voice is dark and dangerous, it gives me chills. He kisses me once, hard, then stands up and flips me over on the bed so I’m lying on my stomach. “Oh!” I exclaim, confusion creasing my brow. But before I can ask what the fuck is going on, I feel him pull me to my hands and knees, positioning me like a puppet. He arches my back, making me lift my ass and expose myself to him. I almost cry out when he suddenly places his mouth onto my pussy, giving me a solid lick right up the slit of my folds. I pull away, shocked at the sensitivity of my vulva and the brazen way he’s taking such intimate liberties with my body. He pulls me back, his hands gripping my thighs. His tongue is warm and tender as it explores every inch of me, sliding in and out of me, making me want to move with him and beg for more.
“Oh, God, Antonio… Yes!”
The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever imagined. I feel so vulnerable but in the best possible way, almost as if I want him to expose that side of me, to open my soul up and experience with me the electricity that’s sparking from within, connecting us.
He stands back up and flips my body. I’m now laying on my back, naked, legs apart and feet on the bed. He smiles devilishly down at me, making me blush as he looks directly at my pink, swollen, soaking wet pussy.
He reaches down to his pants on the floor, pulling out a condom. I sit up and stop him, taking it from his hands. This time, it’s me who rolls the condom over him. It’s me who positions him at my center when he hovers over my body and finally pushes into me. I’m surprised to find it doesn’t hurt as much, so I smile and bite my lip in excitement. I think he realizes the same thing because he then moans and starts fucking me properly. Hard. Deep. Grinding against me sensually.
My legs are wrapped around his ass, holding him desperately. He drops his whole body down, lying on top of me, but I relish in the weight of his thick body on mine. Because that’s what it is—mine. We don’t even kiss at this point because we’re both panting, moaning, throwing our heads back, and giving each other everything we’ve got. It doesn’t take too long before I feel myself explode, clench around him, and dig my nails into his back. When the ecstasy dies down, it’s replaced by a warm, soothing feeling, making me groan again. My body has relaxed, no longer clenching anywhere. This obviously feels good to Antonio because his climax overtakes him. He leans his arms on either side of my head and I see the way his neck strains, his face turns red as he pounds into me, speeding up and finally freezing, staying right where he is.
I stroke his back, loving seeing him like this. He’s uncontrolled, with no filter and no facade. It’s the real him, and the real me, speaking no words but saying everything we need to, to prove that we love one another.