and I yank it up, feeling her spandex shorts underneath. I let out a grunt of frustration; this is the equivalent of a chastity belt.
I take hold of her shorts and underwear, roughly tugging them down until she kicks them off her ankles.
Then I slip my arm under her ass and hoist her up until she’s against the rough stone wall.
“Claudio—” she says, breathless, but I cut her off with my mouth, my lips devouring her, the wolf to the lamb. She’s kissing me back, just as ravenous, and I can feel the push and pull inside her, the war to either continue arguing over something stupid, or to succumb to me, to let me fuck her senseless, and turn her world inside out.
I quickly reach down and fumble with my zipper, taking my cock out of my pants, positioning it against her cunt as her legs wrap around my waist. I suck in a deep breath — she’s already so wet, and then I thrust up into her.
She gasps into my mouth, her head rolling back against the wall, and I pull down her neckline, sucking a perfect pink nipple into my mouth. Flicking, sucking, tasting her perfect skin. It makes her cry out again, hoarse and breathy and god, those sweet little sounds she makes will be the end of me.
I keep pumping into her, my cock lengthening with each thrust, until I’m sure I can’t go on like this. Her nails are digging into my head, into my shoulder as she holds on, more of those hungry cries falling from her open mouth.
I lick up her collarbones, sliding my tongue across her neck, and reach down to tease her clit, knowing the best way to set her off. I want to make her come around me so hard she sees stars and we break right through this wall.
Of course, the fact that I’m fucking her in public, for all the world to see, hasn’t escaped me. It just makes me harder. At any moment someone could come stumbling from behind the wall and see me screwing her, her legs wrapped around me, her breast bare.
I can see it now. I’m a lucky bastard.
And this woman is heaven. This woman will make me fall so damn hard I won’t be able to get to my feet again. With each and every jab of my hips, each slick velvet pass of skin as I move inside her, it brings me to the edge, the place you don’t return from. I’m not sure if I’ve ever been this close before, to that big unknown.
But I will gladly take the leap.
For her.
“Oh, fuck, Grace,” I cry out hoarsely into her neck, biting and sucking and leaving marks and bruises, but she just grips my cock even tighter, grows even wetter. She likes this bit of pain, and from what I can tell, doesn’t mind that I’m fucking her out in the open.
She tugs at my hair, harder and quicker now, and I feel her urgency. She’s breathing heavier. I pull back to watch her face, her eyes half-closed, jaw slack. Her eyes open enough to hold mine, fear and lust and vulnerability washing over them.
I rub my thumb over her clit in a few hard, rough strokes.
Her eyes go wide, her hips trying to meet mine, and then she’s coming.
I take it all in.
The sight of my muse in freefall.
Something in my chest drops, like I’m freefalling with her, like this is a journey only the two of us can go on, a journey that could take us anywhere.
Her mouth opens, her brows snapping together, and she’s crying out my name, over and over, not caring that people passing on the other side of the wall can hear her.
Then she’s shuddering around my cock, squeezing me into my own orgasm. It snakes through me as I’m fucking her hard, and then I’m shooting inside her, my pumps slowing, and every inch of my body is warm, so warm. Like slipping into a bath.
Mio Dio.
La mia musa.
My eyes flutter closed, sweat rolling off my forehead and dripping onto her chest. I kiss her again, dazed, the taste of wine still on her tongue.
“You…” I whisper, catching my breath. “You are full of surprises.”
She swallows hard, breathless. “So are you.”
I grin at her and quickly pull out, then I lower her to the grass. She moans a little, hand at her spine.
I grab her shoulder and turn her around, taking a look at