Blissful

Blissful
Tatiana

Angelo turns us and presses my back against the cold brick wall of the living room. His kisses slide down my neck to my collarbone, and I tilt my head backward, the delightful feeling of his lips on my skin threatening to burst me into flames.

A soft moan escapes me as his fingers dig deeper into my ass. Heat pools at my core, and my fingers curl into his shirt as I hold onto him with all my might, anchoring myself to him. He presses his hips against mine, and I grind against him, wanting more, needing more.

A groan comes from deep in his throat as his grip on me tightens, and he holds me against the wall with the weight of his body as his hands start roaming up my shirt and reaching my breasts.

My back arches instantly as his fingers graze my nipples from under my bra. 

I suddenly feel overdressed.

“Wait, I need to get rid of this blazer,” I murmur breathlessly.

Struggling with myself, I try to focus on removing the blazer while Angelo’s hands explore my body. Needless to say, this is a fucking hard task.

The blazer falls somewhere near his feet, but I don’t bother to look. There are still too many layers between us and it’s annoying.

With precise skill, Angelo unbuttons my blouse in the blink of an eye, leaving me in my bra, tailored pants, and the pumps I decided to wear this morning to look presentable.

“I need to say this is a very sexy bra, but I will have to get rid of that too,” he tells me at the same time he unclasps it. I help him slide it down my arms, but before I have the chance to do anything else, his mouth closes over my aroused nipple, nibbling and sucking at it as if he’s starving and I have just offered him a full meal.

His hand grabs the other breast, his thumb flicking at it, making me delirious with need.

I can feel my soaked panties, and I need some friction to get rid of this pent-up energy threatening to explode inside me.

His member is hard against my core, and I rub myself on it, even through the fabric of our clothes.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” he murmurs against my breast, his hot breath fanning against my skin and giving me chills. My fingers thread through his hair as I keep his head in my chest, my ankles locking behind him so he doesn’t get away from me.

I’m on the edge of losing my mind. I can’t stand the idea of him getting away from me now, not even by an inch.

“I also have to say, you’re sexy as hell as a boss, you know that?” he continues, his voice raspy as he massages my breast, rolling his hips forward against mine.

“Is that so?” I murmur, my breathing sharp and erratic. I slide a hand between us, down his abs, and grab his cock from over his pants, squeezing it lightly. “What if I start giving you orders then? Will you find it sexy too?”

“Hell yeah,” he replies under his breath, staring up at me with his dark eyes.

“Good, because I need you to solve a little problem for me. Down here.” I press his dick against my core. “But we’re still overdressed.”

“I’ll fix that for you…Boss.” He smirks, setting me down on the floor and quickly unbuttoning my pants. It drops to my ankles and I step out of it, kicking it away. His eyes scan me from head to toe, watching me only in my panties and heels. “Fuck…now that’s a view.”

I raise my brows at him, gesturing with my head to his clothes. He pulls up his shirt and shoves it over his shoulder, and I help him remove his pants and boxers. 

“Up or down?” he asks me with that sexy grin.

I don’t bother answering him, pushing him backward until he falls on the couch. I pull my panties down my legs before straddling his lap. His hands instantly grab my ass and pull me forward against him. 

“Shit…” he murmurs, his eyes fluttering shut and his head falling back as I buckle my hips against him, my slickness sliding against his hard shaft.

His grip on me tightens, but I can’t keep teasing him like this. The aching in my core is getting unbearable. If I keep this going much longer, I risk finishing before he enters me.

“What do you want me to do, baby?” I ask in a low voice, teasing him with my slow and deliberate moves against his tip.

His eyes find mine, wild and hungry, his control hanging by a thread.

“I want you to ride me until you can’t feel your legs anymore. I want you to come undone around me, I want to hear you moan my name.” His fingers find my folds and slide up and down, massaging me exactly where I’m aching the most for him.

His thumb circles over my clit and I squirm under his touch, grinding against his hand.

“You like that?” he whispers, adding more pressure to his maddening movements.

“Fuck yeah, I do,” I reply. Heat consumes me and I’m on the verge of getting out of control. Every fiber of my being is sensitive to his touch. I bite my lip, preventing a moan from escaping. 

“Don’t hold it in. Just moan for me, baby,” he orders, speeding up. My vision starts to blur as I finally let out a groan.

“Shit, this is so good.”

He inserts two fingers inside me and all of my self-control goes to hell. I roll my hips, needing some release. When he pulls his fingers out of me, I don’t give him time to think of his next move.

Placing my hands on his sculpted chest, I rise from his lap, only to sink down on him, taking him inch by inch. My walls stretch to accommodate him as he fills me up completely. I allow myself a second to adjust to his length and start moving, setting the rhythm I need to catch on fire.

A cry escapes me as I feel that strong energy coursing through my veins, every cell alight. He grips my thighs, watching me ride him as if my life depends on it.

“That’s right, baby,” he grunts, his voice rough, his self-control slipping him too as he shudders beneath me.

Pure pleasure rips through me as he bucks his hips up into me, harder, his thrust growing clumsier and out of pace. His lips crash into mine once more, desperate, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth.

His hands are everywhere—gripping my waist, my ass, my breasts—touching me as if he needs to feel me completely to keep himself from falling apart. 

The coil inside my belly tightens, but I don’t want this to end yet.

Breaking the kiss, I rise from his lap just enough to leave just the tip of him inside me, then I slide back down with a swift movement. 

“Fuck, Tatiana. Don’t do that or I’ll…” he trails off, his words strangled in his throat as I repeat the movement a couple more times.

“Just fuck me, baby, and let’s finish this together,” I suggest, letting go of the last thread of control I was holding onto. 

Angelo smirks at me, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and I allow him to finally take charge. He slides one arm behind my back and pulls me down against him, sinking deeper into me and hitting the most sensitive spot so far.

I gasp and sink my nails into his shoulders as his name blurts out of my mouth in a loud moan.

“Like that?” he taunts proudly against my ear. 

I can’t find the words to reply to him, finally taking that step into the abyss. 

Angelo twitches inside me, and I close my eyes, just letting joy consume me entirely.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers as we both try to steady our breathing, then he places a soft, quick kiss on my nose. 

I lean my forehead against his, feeling like the happiest woman on Earth.

“I love you,” I say in response, unable to keep all the emotion flowing through my body to myself.

“I love you too, baby.”