JESSICA
It wasn’t unexpected seeing Vince in my doorway. After he apologized, all I wanted was to make up with him in the only way we hadn’t been with each other in a while. Every day I wanted him like this, this has boiled up to this moment, and it’s like we’re exploding into one another, practically bursting with lust and passion.
Should I tell him to stop? Put the brakes on everything I want right now to spare us the complicated relationship we’ve already stuck ourselves in? It’s a conundrum, truly. But every beat of my heart is used to pumping blood to the parts of my body actively engaged with what I want. I want to be satisfied in the way only Vincenzo can satisfy me. I hate to admit it, but I can't lie to myself. Vincenzo is the best I’ve ever had.
I’m on my stomach because that’s where he’s told me to be. His long hard cock is fully exposed, and it makes me even wetter to see him with my vibrator– something I’ll admit I’ve needed every night since he fucked me. I have no idea how he knew it was there, but I don't question anything at this point. I’m getting to fuck Vincenzo San Giovanni; I don’t really care how it all plays out. Every time he touches me, I long for more. He was teasing me, letting me watch him stroke himself. The burning sensation of arousal was too much to bear, so I reached down and played with my clit while watching him. He liked it; now he's behind me, his fingertips finding my opening.
The vibrator is buzzing in his free hand as he shoves a finger inside me, letting out a breath of shock. It’s enough to make me groan, the way he roughly fingers me. I let it happen and nearly beg him to keep going.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He whispers. I don't fucking care what he does to me right now; I just want to feel good, and he knows how to fuck me like no one else. It’s like he has a map of my body, and every time we connect, it's like a glorious symphony is coursing through our veins harmoniously.
“Please…” I quiver, and he places the tip of the vibrator at my opening, causing my clit to shake in waves of pleasure. It’s the kind of feeling that could drive someone insane, and I think it does because I'm willing to do anything to have him inside me. It’s not a fight anymore. I don't feel awful or conflicted when he touches me like this. All I want is him to make me cum over and over till I pass out.
“Get on your knees.” He gruffs, and I oblige, legs shaking a little as he continues to press the vibrator to my wet opening. I know exactly where this is going, and I fucking want it more than I ever have. The thought of him in my ass is enough to make me orgasm, so when he pushes the tip in, I moan.
“Shh.” He cups my mouth as he feeds the vibrator and his hard length inside of me simultaneously. The immense pleasure is like an out of body experience. The traces of pain I experience are barely detectible over the overwhelming bliss of his body and hands, knowing just what to do to make me feel fucking incredible. He inches in, more gentle than I want him to, but I know both the vibrator and him are competing for space, so I let him take his time, sinking my nails into his muscular thigh as he pushes forward.
I feel both him and the vibrator fully inside now, and I bite down on my lips as his breath grows sharper. I know he’s trying not to moan or shout in Italian as he thrusts deeply, nearly causing me to fall over. It’s impossible not to fucking orgasm right now, but I hold off as long as I can, for fear he’ll pull out if he knows he’s accomplished his task.
I can feel us both building, reaching a climax together in deep sharp breaths. I let out a yelp when the pleasure is too immense, and my entire body feels the pulling of the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced. Nothing else exists but reality-shattering satisfaction. He covers my mouth again, and I bite down on the inside of his finger. It’s pure instinct, nothing I can do to fight these waves continuing to crash into me. He lets me do as I please, not putting up a fight, probably in a euphoric state himself, continuing to ride me, thrusting into me about to orgasm.
He pulls the vibrator out just as I climax again, and I gasp, beginning to come down from my rapturous experience. I can’t fully process what’s happening as he tosses the vibrator aside. I feel it before I realize his still-hard cock pulls out of me; then, he quickly plunges it back into my wet sheath with immense force. It’s exactly what I want, everything I need, and a loud moan escapes my mouth as he pounds into me.
I don’t care who hears us. I don’t care if Jack has to leave the house because he gets uncomfortable. If the neighbors hear, they should be jealous. I am not in any state to exist apart from this feeling anytime soon, so the moans escape, and I let them willingly. Vince joins me and I know it’s okay now, so I continue to release whatever wants to escape from my lungs as he grunts into me with every thrust.
The friction between us grows as he thrusts faster, speeding up more than I believe to be humanly possible. It’s insane. He grabs hold of my left hip while another hand presses firmly into my back. Just as we are gasping, he stops again, and I practically beg him as he pulls out.
“Vince.” I plead, feeling emotional for no coherent reason besides wanting to continue being fucked out of my mind.
“Come,” he whispers in my ear and pulls us back to the headboard as he reinserts his hard mass inside of me. I immediately need the feeling of him moving in and out of me, so I begin to bounce up and down, quicker and quicker, till we’re both panting. He clutches my bare breasts and squeezes, moving down the length of my body till he’s rubbing his finger over my clit.
“Sei fottutamente fantastica, bellezza mia.” He whispers in my ear, and I lose it again, my spirit colliding into his, until I don't know what’s up or down. The heat of his cum flooding into me as I call his name in my climax feels disconnected from the feeling of indescribable release. He breathes into my ear as we slow, and I flop over onto the bed beside him.
“Well, shit.”He whispers, and I turn on my side to look at his face as he stares at the ceiling, sweat glistening off his body, dampening the roots of his hair.
“Is that a good shit?” I whisper back, and he nods with a grin before meeting my eyes.
“Yes. Superb.” He breathes a laugh, and I bite my lower lip to keep from smiling too deeply.
“Will you stay the night?” I whisper excitedly, and he lets out a chuckle when he looks into my eyes.
“Yeah, okay.” He pulls me to his chest, and after a moment, his breathing is wavy and constant. I know he’s left me alone with my thoughts when the small snores begin.
His breathing is comforting, and it should make me fall asleep, but I feel my thoughts beginning to race, and I brace myself for a long night. I let out a long breath and stare at the ceiling fan, going around super slow. I never understood why that speed was even an option. It’s pretty ineffective to have such a slow-spinning setting on something meant to quickly move air.
Maybe that’s what Vince and I are to each other. Stuck in an endless cycle, never moving forward, set in a useless merry-go-round. I don’t like that thought, but I fear it might be true. Something will inevitably stop us or speed us up until we become useful to each other and the world around us. There are few options in this tango we’ve trapped ourselves in.
I don’t know how we’ll turn out or if we even will. Either we never figure it out, or we do. I want to figure it out, but I’m scared to know why. It can’t be because I care about my boss’s well-being. My brother was right. I do care for him, maybe more than even he knew or was willing to admit he knew, for fear of how I might react. But I think I really like him, and I don’t think it’s the after-sex-idealism talking…
“Well, shit” is right, Vincenzo San Giovanni.