me before. I whimper against his lips as desire pools in my belly. My God, Santino is the only man who has ever known exactly how to make me come alive like this.
I ditch my flannel as he pulls down the straps of my dress so I can slip my arms out. My cream lace bra is now on full display for him and the animalistic noise he makes when he lowers the fabric to expose my hardened nipples nearly has me orgasming on the spot.
He cups my breasts firmly, massaging them in his large hands before dipping his head to suck one nipple into his mouth. I cry out when his teeth grip onto the tightened nub, and he growls his appreciation and moves over to the other. He sucks and laves so greedily that I feel myself shamelessly grinding against his lap. His erection is stone-hard through his denim, and the friction against the thin fabric of my knickers has me panting for more.
So much more.
To think I went without sex for five years seems inconceivable now. The past few weeks, I haven’t gone a day without the touch of this man. The intimacy we’ve shared together has been something I didn’t even know existed between two people. He’s mine and I am his.
He slips his fingers through the side of my knickers and hums a deep noise. “Always so fucking wet for me, aren’t you, Trouble?”
“Yes,” I moan, riding his fingers without any shame. “Always for you.”
“Let’s get these off.” Santino’s voice is gruff against my neck as he tugs impatiently at my knickers. “I need to be inside you right fucking now.”
I rise on wobbly legs, and he helps me slide them off over my boots and toss them to the side. I sit back down on his legs as we both frantically undo the buttons on his shirt. I need to feel his body against mine. Flesh against flesh.
Next are his jeans. I get them undone and reach inside his boxers to grab his hot, thick erection. I pump it and watch in fascination as his head falls back against the tree, his abs contracted, his large pecs rising and falling as the veins in his neck throb with need like the cock between my fingers. I rub my thumb over the dab of pre-come pooling at his tip, and he gasps a noise of undulating need.
Suddenly, his eyes snap to mine, and he grabs my arms and yanks me against his hard body. His lips cover mine as he positions his tip. In one quick motion, he pulls me down on top of him, pushing his cock up into my body.
Deep…so deep.
“Fuck,” he groans, breaking our kiss to press his forehead against my bare chest. “I forgot a condom.”
“It’s fine,” I gasp, my breath hot as I swivel over him, relishing the feel of his bare shaft inside me. I grab his face and force him to look at me. “I’m on the pill.”
“Fuck, Tilly.” His voice is husky as his hands grab my hips, rocking me slowly over top of him. His eyes are dark and tormented. “We should wait.”
“Why?” I pant, pushing myself up to slide back down over him. “I love you like this.”
“Fuck, you feel so good.” His head falls back on the tree as he watches me ride him, his face full of desire and longing and even a bit awestruck. He drags his fingers from my cheek to my breast and says, “Sei il mio tutto amore mio.” You are my everything, my love.
“I love you, too,” I reply, only catching the last bit of what he said.
Suddenly, he grips my hips and thrusts upward, meeting my motions with more force than I could muster on my own. The effect is instant as he strokes my channel in that perfect spot that sends me into a surging frenzy of desire.
Within moments, my thighs begin to quiver as my release builds. I grab onto his shoulders and hold tight as he continues driving into me, kissing my neck hungrily as our breaths grow louder and louder, our noises now more animal than human. A pulsing sensation sweeps through my body as bolts of light explode behind my eyelids.
A hoarse cry rips from my throat as my climax takes over, and seconds later, Santino goes still, his grip punishing on my hips as he releases into me, his body convulsing as my sex milks his release drop by drop.
My head