push her up against the wall.
“Tell me you don’t want this and I will stop,” I growl into her mouth. “But tell me now, goddammit, because I’m about to rip your clothes off and fuck you so damn hard you won’t be able to walk out of here when I’m done.”
20
Alessandro
I mean it.
I’m done playing games.
I pin her to the wall and kiss her wildly.
Every cell in my body is begging for it.
I take her face in my hands.
Her eyes burn with lust.
I look into them, searching for a yes, and when I find it, I kiss her again, hard and deep, and she moans, twisting her hands into the collar of my shirt.
Pulling back, I reach between us, my fingers slipping between her silk panties and the smooth velvet skin of her body.
I haven’t touched her like this in so long, and it’s almost too much. My brain is dizzy with sensory overload.
There is so much I want to do.
I want to go fast.
I want to go slow.
I want to savor every sweet moment with her.
I want to race to the end just so I can hear her cries as she comes.
Unable to keep my lips from hers, I kiss her deeply, and it’s hot and desperate.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” I groan hoarsely.
I want her ready for me. For my size. For the thick girth of my cock. But she is already lush and drenched, and the way her soaked pussy suckles at my fingers makes me fucking weak behind my knees.
Her head lolls against the wall, and she looks at me through heavy lids as I find the little nub of nerves among the moist softness. She shivers and bites down on her lip, moaning as I torture her with my fingers.
She reaches between us, her hands searching for my cock which is a hard ridge straining against the confines of my boxers.
“I want your cock,” she breathes.
But I turn away just enough that she can’t reach it.
“Not until you come.”
Her brows drop. “But I want to come on your cock.”
After torturing her clit with just the right amount of friction, I slide two fingers inside her again. “Oh, you’ll be doing that too.”
I’m merciless with my touch, and her body can’t help but respond. She doesn’t have time to argue.
“Alessand—” Her voice falls away and is quickly replaced with a moan. Her eyes lose focus and close as ecstasy takes up in her expression and she starts to come.
It’s the most amazing fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and it’s almost enough to drive me over the edge.
She trembles against me, her fingers pressing deep into my shoulders as she lets her orgasm consume her.
I can’t take anymore. I hoist her up in my arms and hold her against the wall. Releasing my cock from my boxers, I grasp it firmly in my hand and slide it between the soft folds of her pussy.
“Look at me,” I rasp.
When her eyes open, I thrust into her, and a strangled grasp leaves her parted lips.
My mind splinters into a thousand tiny fragments.
It’s been more than a decade since I’ve been inside her. Since I took her virginity in that shady olive grove back home in Italy. And no memory could ever be as magical as the real thing.
“Goddamnit, you’re tight,” I breathe out. My cock feels so fucking good, I’m not sure I’m going to last. I cup her juicy ass, and she tightens her legs around me as I thrust up into her, my hips driving the hard length of me deep inside her until we’re both breathless.
“Sandro…” The nickname falls from her lips as she comes again, and I feel an overwhelming emotion hit me from out of nowhere. Sandro. It’s been twelve years since I’ve heard her say it, and the intimacy of it does something to me. The emotion flies through my veins like a drug, and I almost can’t take it.
Sandro.
I thrust harder and deeper.
Sandro.
I can’t get deep enough.
Can’t get close enough.
I want to be so deep that we lose where I start and she ends.
I want her to feel what I feel.
I want her to love me again.
I just want… her.
Forever.
I feel her muscles spasm. Feel them tighten around my cock, and it’s all I can take.
Sandro.
A growl rips from my throat and vibrates between us as a mind-blowing ecstasy falls over me like sunshine. I kiss her hard, wanting the feel of her lips as I fall into the heavenly nirvana.
“Fuck, Bella,” I gasp