Thirty-one

Luca

She stripped off her clothes layer by layer, first her top, then the blue skirt. She wore a matching set of red lace pants and a bra underneath.

She stopped and froze.

    “Continue Elena,”

She unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor, and she took her pants off too, her hand positioned to cover herself up.

    “Come here,”

She came to me slowly, her nipples hardening from the cold or from arousal. I was confused at first.

I swallowed and rose to my feet, my hands moving up to her waist. I led her to the chair. She sat down, and I spread her legs wide open.

Her pussy was beautiful, pink, and wet for me, and her clitoral area was swollen. She wanted this as much as I did.

I inhaled deeply; my cock was ready to break free from my pants. I was going to fuck her brains out, but I wanted to slow down.

I pressed one hand against her chest, covering a breast with my palm, so I could hold her down as well as play with the nipple. I brought my mouth to her, felt her gaze on the top of my head as I dragged my tongue along her pussycat, and heard the sound of her sucking in breath music in my ears. Her hands came to my head, and she pushed, then pulled.

I dipped my head back down to her pussycat. She tasted as good as I imagined. Better. Fuck. She thrust herself against me, her cunt dripping as I sucked her clitoral area, then licked her length, dipping my tongue inside her.

She moaned, twisting her body. I looked at her face while I worked the tight little nub. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip. I circled my tongue around the clitoral area, and she opened her eyes, her face flushing pink when our gazes locked. I took her clitter in my mouth, watching her, making her watch me until I brought her to orgasm, holding her thighs wide as she whimpered beneath me, her hands on the back of my head now, pulling me tight to her until she was spent and begging me to stop.

I pushed my pants down and off and began to rub the length of my cock. She stilled, swallowing, her gaze darting from my cock, away, then back.

I kept using my fist, and she looked at me helping myself out.

I leaned into her, rubbing the length of my cock on her wet folds. I could see her facial reaction; she liked it.

I put her legs tight together without entering her, trying to cum; I did not care about her own pleasure. I moved back and forth, using her juice to move smoothly.

     I pumped harder.

"I am going to cum all over you,” I told her.

I removed my cock from her folds and positioned it, then emptied it on her face and her breast, and I rubbed some of her belly.

She looked at me, very aroused. I went down and touched my clitoral area again, rubbing harder and faster.

Using one of my hands, I stretched out and kneaded her breast, then pulled her nipples.

I saw her face look at me; my cock had hardened and even gotten bigger.

     “What do you want?” I asked her, rubbing my cock on her pussy.

“Will there be any difference if I talk?" I ask him.

"No, but what do you want?” I asked again.

She was almost out of breath; she kept moving her legs to match up with the rhythm I was going into.

He started on my clitoral area again, rubbing harder and faster.

“I like looking at you like this, Elena, on your knees, your mouth stuffed full of my cock. You don’t know how badly I want to fuck your face; come down your throat,” I said out loud.

I guided my cock into my mouth all the while our gazes remained locked on each other.

I thrust deep inside her mouth, even reaching her throat, and she was having difficulties. Her mouth was full. I held her head for support and pushed it all into her. She started gagging on my cock.

   I turned her around and took her ass, using my thumb to push through it.

Elena.

I gasped as I felt Luca enter me slowly; his cock was so big—bigger than last time. He pushed to the brim and was still trying to put in his entire length.

    “Luca…” I gasped and took all of him; he used his other hand to press my stomach down. The pleasure was too much.

I fisted my hands, trying to pull my arms into myself. Luca leaned over my back, stretching his arms over mine, his cock lodged inside me.

"I want to feel all of you,” he whispered, moving slowly. “I want to feel your tight cunt squeeze my cock.” He pulled out, then rolled his hips, going deeper. “I want to feel the warmth of your virgin blood.”

He thrust then, making me cry out.

      “I want to hear you cry out. I like it.”

“Hard and soft. I want to fuck you raw.”

He withdrew entirely, then pounded into me, kissing my shoulder, then biting it, his breath ragged.

"I'm going to come,” I managed, his cock inside me hitting just the right spot and his fingers rubbing my clitoral area hard. It was all too much: too much feeling, too much sensation, too much him. hearing his laboured breathing, feeling him.

I lowered my face to kiss him, but he turned his face away from me.

Luca’s thrusts are harder and faster. I felt raw, like he said, but all I wanted was him inside me, on top of me, having me, his fingers working, making me come.

      “Fuck.”

It was more of a grunt, and then he stilled, his cock twitching, releasing, and filling me. I watched his face from the corner of my eye; his eyes were so dark, they were black, and when he stilled, he collapsed on top of me, flattening me to the bed. His cock softened and slowly slid out. A rush of cum spilled over my thighs as he held me there, his face on my back.