It must be exactly what he wants to her, pulling out with equal slowness and then filling me again. A wave of sensation shudders through me as his cock presses against my inner walls, my back arching. Raoul’s smile is triumphant.
He fucks me with paced, even thrusts, never hurrying. Any uncomfortableness from earlier eases up, and before long, it’s all pleasure. Once I start meeting him thrust for thrust, he picks up the pace, and fucks me in earnest.
Andit’s everything.Stroke by stroke he builds my orgasm, winding that cord in my belly tighter and tighter each time he hits that secret spot inside of me. The climax is going to be so intense that I fear it almost as much as I crave it. Now I have the time to touch him like I’ve wanted to, stroking his hard chest as he fills me over and over, fingers sliding down his flexed arms and then back again.
He nearly sings my praises, telling me over and over again how beautiful I am, how I’m such a good girl for taking all of his cock, but after some time he grows quiet. At the same time, he starts to tense under my fingers. He’s close to coming, and that thought alone nearly sends me over the edge.
Hiking my other leg over his other shoulder, Raoul is now fucking me with a single minded intensity. At this angle, the head of his cock is hitting my g-spot with perfect precision each time, and I’m hurling towards my own orgasm.
Oh my God, he’s going to come inside of me.
The wire inside me snaps like it’s a barely controlled earthquake the way it tears through me, pleasure filling me from the tips of my fingers to my toes, all centering in on where Raoul’s cock is still moving in and out of me. Feeling me lose control has Raoul doing the same, and he pushes into me almost harshly three more times before he stills with a drawn out moan, and I’m feeling the warm rush of his cum filling me deep, deep inside. The mental image has the aftershocks of my orgasm hitting me hard, and I’m almost sobbing with how good it feels. I’m flying.
Once we both have our feet back on the ground, Raoul pulls out of me gently, hissing as he does so, before collapsing beside me and pulling me to him, my back to his front and my ass perfectly fitted against him.
“How do you feel,Tesorina?” he asks, grazing his lips over the shell of my ear.
“A little sore,” I admit. “Really tired. Satisfied.”
He chuckles, “I’m sorry you are sore. That’s to be expected. Would you like me to run you a hot bath?”
I almost groan, it sounds so exquisite, even though we have just showered. Combined with the ocean and all my swimming, I might turn into a mermaid soon. “That sounds incredible.”
He kisses the back of my neck, going to rise, but a question that has been bouncing around in my mind comes to the forefront of my mind without warning. I grab his hand and pull him close to me again, body to body.
“Raoul, what doesTesorinamean? I keep forgetting to ask.”
Raoul’s voice is tender and full of affection. “It means ‘little treasure’ in Italian. Which you are to me.”
I feel like I’m glowing from the inside out with happiness. “Oh. I like that.”
Chapter 7
Skye
It all happened so fast, that I’m still not sure how to explain what happened.
Yesterday, I had asked to go to the store to pick up some new clothing. Some of my things were getting tight, probably from all the delicious Italian food, and I was hoping Raoul would let Trevor drive me to buy a few new things while he took care of some family matters over the phone. He had agreed, distractedly, and I had gathered my things to go.
Our lives had been quiet, no hide or hair seen from Paul in over a month now, which may be why what happened was so shocking. I’m still reeling, standing here in the dark of my old apartment, with Raoul glowering at me from the doorway.
On the way to the boutique, it all occurred in a flash. One second, we’re driving, and the next, something slams into the back of the car and spins us, hard.
All of Raoul’s cars are heavy with extra security measures, so the wheels never left the ground, but even the huge sedan we were in was battered by the other car clipping us in the side. We skidded across the pavement, and I was thrown against the window, my hands instinctively going to cover my belly as if I was…
Oh my God,I had thought in that brief chaotic spin,Could I be pregnant?
Still crushed against the side of the car by gravity alone, my brain offered up such a bizarre thought for such a moment. My period was two weeks late.
We were crashing, and I could possibly be pregnant. I had gripped my stomach even harder, full of fear.
When the sedan finally came to a stop, we were still in one piece, only shaken from the force of it all. It was just Trevor and I, and he immediately whipped around to me.
“SKYE! Are you alright!? I don’t—”
Then, there was a pounding on my window. Shaking like a leaf, I turned, the tint so dark it was hard to make out the figure on the other side, but the voice was unmistakable. Paul.
“I know you’re in there, Skye!” he yelled. “I followed you from that motherfucker’s house! You owe me a face to face conversation you little–”