I suck lightly on her nipple, and she groans again. It’s too late for her now. She’s come here, and now the result is going to be a mutual pleasure. There’s no way around it. No way out. I won’t let her.
“Vincenzo!” She moans, tangling her fingers in my wet hair. I kiss down her torso, pulling her closer to me as I get on my knees. Her palms press against the wall behind me, and I trail my tongue over her clit, inserting a finger inside her as I lick faster. Her legs quiver as she lets out another gasp. She grabs my wrist and removes me from her, pulling me to my feet. I like her taking control. She gets down on her knees, takes the tip of my erect cock into her mouth and lets it go, feeding me in and out of the tightly forced O of her plump lips.
I moan, grabbing the back of her head and making her move faster. She continues to suck, sending chills up my spine and immense pleasure to radiate throughout my body to the point of almost cumming.
She pulls away before I can, and my eyes widen in disbelief.
“Don’t stop.” I shake my head, and she shakes hers back.
“We shouldn’t, Vince.”
“Easy for you to say, you already came.” I furrow my brows at her. She looks right at my dick like she’s really considering continuing (which is honestly fucking insulting) before she stands to her feet and shakes her head again. I’m not gonna beg her to fuck me, but god damn, she’s setting herself up for war if she doesn’t make me cum.
I look between her eyes and take a step towards her. A small breath escapes from her mouth as I cup her breast with my hand and insert four fingers into her, shove them as deep as I can, and press into her quivering walls. She gasps, taking my throbbing length in her hands again and rapidly stroking along with my movements. I grasp her hand for her to stop, and she tips her head back, looking into my eyes with confusion as I pull my fingers out of her.
“Get down on your knees again,” I whisper, shoving my fingers back inside her opening until a whimper escapes her mouth. She lets out a short breath as I continue to move my fingers in and out of her tight wet pussy until she moans again. I can tell she’s about to orgasm, so I stop again, pressing my forehead to hers.
“Down,” I whisper again, and she nods, dropping to her knees and shoving my hard cock into her mouth. I grab the back of her head and thrust into her mouth, and she moves quicker and quicker over my throbbing flesh. I move her head faster when I get impatient, and the tension builds too much for me to bear.
I figure she can take it, considering she stopped mid-way moments ago. It’s only fair. I feel the waves of pleasure overtake me till I'm gasping for air.
“Fanculo! Santa merda.” I moan, releasing a rush of cum into her mouth. She continues to suck, satisfaction flickering in her eyes as she looks up at me. I pull her head back as she swallows– and I fucking love that she swallowed. It’s a good recovery for her after stopping too soon. I’ll remember that for what I'm about to do next.
I push her back onto the tiles, water from the showerheads swirling around her as I pull her hips to me and bury my face between her thighs. She begins to shake, longing in her eyes for the reward of her submission. I stroke my tongue over her swollen clit until she’s screaming my name.
“Vincenzo!” I slip a couple fingers inside of her, continuing to flick her clit with the tip of my tongue. I fucking hate that I’m starting to get hard again because all I want to do is shove myself inside of her perfection. No exaggeration, it’s probably the best I’ve been inside. Even though I was properly drunk when we fucked last, I can’t forget how good she felt.
It’s seared into my brain, the way she looks. The sweet taste of her body. Her tight sheath, burning with desire. I try to push the thoughts away because I can’t fuck her. I just came, which means a bit of my sanity has come back, and I know I shouldn't. She yelps in pleasure, about to climax.
“Fuck, Vincenzo.” She breathes out, and I feel her pulse quicken on my fingers, tightening even more around me. She’s about to orgasm and pull them out because my bulging erection is pulsing too much for me to fight the urge.
“Wait,” she whispers, but I don't. I shove my tip into the opening of her. I don’t know why but I hold back, partly because I feel loyal to my promise to her all of a sudden. Fuck me. No, actually, please. Why the fuck do I have to choose now to have some semblance of emotion?
I pull myself out of her and take her hand up from the wet tile, placing it around my swollen member. She tightens around it, and I moan as I reach my fingers inside of her again. She strokes quicker, and I follow with the rhythm cupping a hand over one of her breasts and squeezing.
“Fuck.” she whispers, and we continue quicker and quicker till we’re both gasping and on the cusp of climax. I drop over her, inches above her, water from my hair dripping onto her face. Seeing her with such pleasure in her eyes makes me even harder, and in the next breath, we’re breathing even louder.
“Fanculo. Voglio essere dentro di te. Fanculo!” I grit through my teeth, shoving my hand even deeper into her as I release hot cum onto her stomach.
“Fuck.” She breathes as I roll next to her, our shoulders touching as our chests rise and fall with satisfaction. I turn my head to her around the time she does the same, and for a moment, we look into each other's eyes. Something about the way it makes me feel scares me, so I let out a laugh for no reason.
“You should shower.” I look down at my cum on her torso. She breathes out a quiet laugh, eyes slightly drowsy in the sexiest way.
“Okay,” she says just above a whisper, and we both make our way to our own showerheads. I watch as she washes me off of her and somehow acquires the courage to divulge my embarrassing woes.
“Seeing you talk to the farm guy was nauseating,” I scoff, scrubbing shampoo through my hair as she squirts some into her hand.
“Oh?” She’s amused now, her brows tall with intrigue.
“Yeah. It’s fucking embarrassing, but yeah. I was annoyed with his face.” She nods with a grin, and I want to know what she’s thinking.
“He was nice to me.” She begins to wash the soap from her hair, eyes closed, as the water and suds run down her shoulders, to her perky breasts, then the curvature of her perfectly sculpted waist.
Fuck, why do I want there to be a round three?
I let out a breath to calm myself and continue,
“Am I not nice to you?” I run a hand through my hair as she opens her eyes, tilting her head, considering my question.