A guttural moan escapes her mouth the moment I circle her clit, and she bows off the floor as much as she can with my weight half on top of her.
“Do you want me to eat that pretty little cunt, passerotta?”
She lifts her head and bites her lip. “God, yes. Please.”
I chuckle at her enthusiasm then climb off to reverse our positions.
After lying down, I help her onto me with her still-bound hands behind my neck and grab her ass to drag her close enough for me to reach her pussy.
She shudders at the first swipe of my tongue to her clit. I draw back and do it again, and again, switching between sucking on it and applying pressure to it with my flat tongue.
“Matteo, please.”
She barely moves, and I hate that she still doesn’t seem comfortable enough to do whatever she wants, but she’ll get there. I’ll help her get there.
“Be a good girl and ride my face. I want your cum everywhere.”
Her breath hitches, her chest rising a little faster than before.
For a split-second, I’m not sure she’ll do anything, but then she comes closer, shifting her weight onto all fours. The new angle gives me a different kind of access, and I take full advantage of it, not wanting to waste any time. I leap up just as she lowers herself onto me.
I hug her to me, wanting to take from her as much as she gives, and after I suck at her pussy lips and show her with my tongue exactly how I want to fuck her with my cock, her weight increases on my face, her movements getting more demanding by the second.
Letting her take the lead, I follow her movements until her legs quiver around me and her whole body shakes above me. She cries out, riding me harder than before. Then she slows down and abruptly sits up, probably too sensitive for any more stimulation.
I close the gap she created and lap at her once more. Gemma gasps, and I can’t keep the satisfied smirk off my face.
Clasping on to her waist, I steady her and let her take her hands from behind my head. With my hands securely on her, I roll us around and hover above her. My cock nudges against her pelvis, and she opens her legs. They fall to the side as if that’s all she has the energy for, and it might as well be. Not only did she just work out like a machine, but she also rode my face as if she was a professional bull rider.
A few strands of hair stick to her face, and I brush them back, repeating the motion when Gemma closes her eyes and hums.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I could spend all day, every day, worshiping you and your body the way you deserve.”
Her eyes fly open, and she gazes at me, her eyes shiny. “I want to stay with you.”
Her words are barely audible, but I hear every single one of them as they slice my chest wide open.
Leaning down, I capture her lips and kiss her slowly, thoroughly. There’s no rush, nothing that could tear me away from this woman who has, somehow, crawled her way under my skin without me even realizing it.
I lean my forehead against hers and fill my lungs with our mixed scent. “I’ll kill whoever tries to take you from me.” Then I sink into her wet heat. “You’re mine, passerotta.”
She arches her back and gasps. I’m not sure if it’s from my words or my cock sliding in and out of her pussy, but I pretend it’s both while I fuck her with slow strokes that drive me to the edge of insanity.
After devouring her mouth once more, I get on my knees and drag her pelvis against mine, my movements becoming more desperate while I continue to slam into her. Gemma’s whimpers fill my ears, and while I rub her clit with my thumb, she moans long and loud, pulsing tightly around my cock.
“Fuuuuuuck.” Two, three more pumps, and I still, coming so hard my legs shake and my vision turns blurry at the edges.
My breathing comes out in loud, harsh breaths, and I catch myself with my hands on the mat. My whole body is buzzing like there’s static under my skin.
“I can’t move. I think you broke me.” Gemma’s eyes are closed, her words mumbled.
I huff and slowly slide out of her, watching the cum drip to the mat in odd fascination.
“Water.”
Gemma’s croaked plea snaps me out of it, and I scramble up to get a bottle from the fridge and some towels. Back by her side, I help her sit up and open the bottle to place it against her lips. I tip it back, and she gulps down almost all of it. Some of the water doesn’t make it into her mouth, and the drops slide down her cheek and throat.
She signals that she’s done, so I remove the bottle and drink the rest in one gulp. Then I unbind the wrap from her hands, taking each one in mine and massaging it gently once they’re free.