the head of his cock, loving the way it made him groan.
“Cazzo,” he whispered, never once taking his eyes off me. “You don’t have to do that. You shouldn’t—”
“I want to. Don’t you like my touch?”
“Dio. I do, but—”
“Then let me touch you.” He was getting harder with every passing second. I closed my fingers around his shaft, ran my hand down to the thick base, then back up again to squeeze the swollen head. “Let me pleasure you. Because that’s all I want. I want to love you with my mouth until you’re so hard, you can’t see straight. And then I want to suck you so deep you explode down my throat, and I’m forced to swallow every single delectable drop.”
“Ah, cazzo. Don’t say things like that. I won’t be able to hold back.”
I grinned and leaned forward. “I don’t want you to hold back. I want you to feel every lick and suck and swallow as I love you with my mouth. Because I do love you. I love every part of you. And I’m going to start right here with your gorgeous cock.”
I closed my lips around the head and ran my tongue along the underside as I sucked him deep, loving how massive he felt in my mouth. He groaned as I toyed with his cock, then gasped in a surprised breath when I drew him all the way to the back of my throat. Eyes locked on his, I let his thickness slide almost all the way out of my mouth before doing it again, this time relaxing my gag reflex so he could press even deeper.
“Ah sì,” he whispered, staring down at me with riveted eyes, unable to look away as I did it again, this time flexing his hips involuntarily as I drew him in.
My eyes watered as he breached my throat. I groaned around his wide length, relaxing my jaw while I flicked my tongue against the head. Lifting my hand, I scraped my nails along the underside of his balls.
He grunted and pushed into my mouth again, slowly giving in to the sensations I was building in him, finally fucking me the way I wanted... With long deep strokes, breaching my throat each time, forcing me to swallow around the swollen head of his beautiful cock.
I spread my knees on the tile shower floor, swiped the wet hair out of my eyes, and relaxed, letting him use me for his pleasure. His hand drifted to my hair. He flexed his hips harder, pressed deeper into my mouth, and stared down at me as if he couldn’t look away. As if I was the only thing he could see. As if I was everything.
I felt powerful. Adored. Worshiped. And when his length swelled, I knew it wasn’t my mouth or my tongue or even what I was doing that was driving him to the edge. It was my love for him, the connection we shared, that unbreakable bond neither of us could ever deny.
“Cazzo, Natalie,” he said in a raspy voice. “You have to stop. Sto per venire.”
His hand fell to my shoulder, but he didn’t push me away or pull free of my mouth, so I lifted my hands to his very fine ass, relaxed my throat even more, and pulled him in tighter. And then I swallowed around his length and watched with rapt attention as the orgasm overtook him and he exploded in my mouth, filling me with the sweet and salty remnants of his pleasure.
His body shook. He sagged back against the shower wall and closed his eyes. Letting go of his ass, I slid my hand around to his front, wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft as I released him from my mouth, and used my tongue to lick and swirl the head as the last of the aftershocks rocked him, savoring every last drop as I’d told him I would.
He blinked several times, wiped the wet hair back from his face, and looked down at me in the steamy shower.
His eyes were glazed when they met mine. Glazed and filled with lingering pleasure. But there was something else there too. Something I wasn’t sure how to define. Something... that made my heart break open wide.
Before I could figure out what it was, his legs buckled, and he slid to the floor of the shower in front of me. Then he reached for me and pulled me onto his lap. And all I could do