“Matteo, please!” I beg.
Vigorously, he slides a finger into me and, holy shit does that feel good. So, so, so fucking good, I’m damn near explosive. I can feel myself coating his finger as he slides a second one into me, I’m so wet it slides in easily, stretching me out and causing him to groan loudly. Pumping in and out of me, he curls his fingers and hits my g-spot just as he gently bites my clit. Oh. My…
“Yeessss!” I scream, as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of me relentlessly, bringing on the commanding force of a second orgasm before my body has even finished convulsing from the first. I need him to stop. I need him to come with me.
“C’mon love, give me all of you. Don’t make me wait anymore. I need you, ‘Teo please. I need you to fuck me.” I beg him.
I’ve missed him too much; I’ve been without him too long. I don’t want to wait anymore. I’d prefer all of the guys be here but I’m lost in a sex fog and I know they’ll take care of me when they get here.
“Fuck. But you taste too sweet. I could do this all day.” He groans, taking one last lick of my dripping pussy, circling my clit and causing me to shiver with pleasure, before he nips at it and moves back up the length of my body. There’s zero hesitation when his face meets mine and he moves in for a rough kiss that flips my world upside down. It’s so passionate, almost violent.
He’s missed me too. Allowing me to taste myself on his lips, he tangles his tongue with mine, showing me all of his dominance in that one kiss and then he pushes himself inside of me and I fall apart. I’m completely unable to stop myself from coming after already being on the brink of orgasm thanks to the way he worked me up so well with his magical tongue and fingers.
“Oh, fuck. Don’t move yet baby. Your cunt is gripping me so tight; I could come already. Don’t make me embarrass myself.” He huffs out a weird mix between a groan and a laugh in that sexy raspy growl of his.
And then, he moves.
He. Fucking. Moves.
Sliding in and out of my wet heat, building up a pressure deep inside me I didn’t know existed. It’s so deep and so powerful. It started out as a small tingle, but it’s quickly grown and became more and more extreme. It’s everything. Seriously, I hope he never stops doing exactly this. Each powerful thrust brings me back to the edge of sweet oblivion and I just want to stay there, suspended in an orgasmic daze.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore hanging on the precipice of my orgasm, he moves his hand down and pinches one of my nipples, sending a whole new ripple of pleasure through me, straight to my clit and I come all over him. The pleasure is so intense, it radiates throughout my entire body.
“Shit. Shit. Shit. ‘Teo. Oh, fuck!” I scream, past the point of giving a fuck over how loud I might be.
“Yes, baby. Come all over my cock. Fucking hell, keep that death grip on my dick.” He roars, coming deep inside me.
“Damn woman, you’re going to ruin me.” He teases but the look in his eye is deadly serious.
He looks at me like I’m everything right in his world. His love for me is pouring from every ounce of who he is.
“I love you Alessandra. You’ll always be with me, trust in that. Like you said, ‘There will never be a time when my heart can’t find yours.’” He whispers as he rolls me over and pulls me into him, my back to his front. Nuzzling my neck, he presses a long kiss just behind my ear.
“Go back to sleep beautiful girl.” He rumbles, just before my eyes close and sleep consumes me.
* * *
I wakeup wet and moaning, needy and desperate for the warmth of my boys’ love and affection. I’m turned on and I’m hot all over, wrapped up in a cocoon of soft blankets with a hard body pressed up against mine. My body is being held down by the weight of a strong arm and I feel an intimidatingly large, thick dick nestled into the crack of my ass. Still lost in the haze of my dream, my body involuntarily pushes back against it in small gyrating motions and the arm pulls me closer. A long muscular leg pushes in between my thighs, allowing their dick the space it needs to be pushed into me further.
Subtly, I continue to grind on his cock, making me vaguely aware of the fact that I’ve been stripped down to just a t-shirt. Not even a bra or panties are on me, so the only thing between me and the monster dick I’m riding is the thin layer of fabric from boxer briefs. A large hand lifts the hem of my shirt, trailing slowly up the course of my body to graze the underneath side of my breasts, before pinching my left nipple and following the trail it made back down my body, caressing my skin from hip bone to hip bone. I feel plump, full lips move sensually along my neck, and every sensation suddenly becomes heightened as I become desperate with desire, causing me to moan at the contact. It’s been too long since I’ve had an orgasm that wasn’t dream induced. I’m so lost in the dreamy haze of orgasmic wonder that I almost don’t register it when he moans.
My brain too slowly recognizes that it isn’t a moan of Cohen, Noah or Matteo and my body locks up just as his hand moves further down, finding my pussy wet and wanting. I’m stuck where I am and part of me is so desperate for the feel of his touch, wishing desperately that my dream wasn’t really a dream. But if it wasn’t then the arm holding me down and the moaning voice is that of the familiar stranger.Hisperfect look alike. The only differences being the disarming tattoos and piercings, that shouldn’t be as hot as they are.
That alone should have me pushing the guy away but something keeps me there, something other than his physical presence. The energy surrounding me is raw and heated, but somehow peaceful, calming even. Not the usual menacing vibes I get from the masked man, but also not the overly confident understanding of my body that my boys have, now that I’m alert enough to pay attention. He’s more tentative with his touches, perfectly content to take his time while learning the landscape of my body. He swirls his fingers around my clit, and my body relaxes some just before he plunges one, then two fingers inside of me. My pussy contracts without my permission, tightening around his fingers and I feel my breathing accelerate while my body succumbs to the much needed orgasm as it washes over my body. I’ve been so tightly wound that nothing could’ve prevented my body from that release even though I know how wrong it is.
I move to roll my body over to face whoever is in my bed but once again, I’m held in place, which causes me to start inwardly panicking. Things have already gone way too far!
“What the fuck?” I growl, allowing my annoyance to surface and be vocalized.
Bringing my hands up, I try to push his heavy arms off of me and wiggle my body to try and escape his firm hold on me.
“Don’t mi amore. I want to spend just another moment with you wrapped up in my arms before you freak out on me for touching you.” He rasps in a sleepy smokers voice that sends tingles all throughout my body. Once again convincing me that I may have developed some form of Stockholm syndrome, because it brings me so much peace.
I stop wiggling all over and listen to the oddly calming sound of his voice. I’m really going to need my body to catch up to my brain here, I don’t need to be attracted to this guy, but I feel connected to him in a way that I can’t even begin to explain. I’m angry, true. I’m also becoming invested in figuring out why his presence affects me so deeply.
Again, I move to roll over and this time he allows it. I don’t freak out like I know I should - like he assumes I will. In fact, typically I’d be fighting, scratching and clawing my way out of a situation like this, but I’ll admit that I’m fascinated.
Reaching my hand up to touch him, I move some of his longer hair off of his forehead and trace my fingernail gently down his face, touching every feature he has. My wide eyed gaze takes in the same full, pout and strong jaw, although with a lot more stubble than I’m used to. The same straight nose and alluring eyes. I allow myself to really look at this unknown man and get the overwhelming sense that I know him. And not just in the sense that he’s a carbon copy ofhim. It feels like he’s been mine my whole life and somehow I missed it or ignored it maybe. All of the sickness and fear brought on by his weird love notes disappear.