Mobster

Suddenly, he pulls his mouth away from mine. “Let me give it to you,” he says, but I pull him back toward me to kiss me again. I don’t want to lose his mouth, not even for a second. This is all feeling too good and something big is building between my legs as he rocks his steely erection against me.

It’s then I realize what’s happening. I was so lost in his kiss I didn’t even feel his hand snaking up my dress. I can’t stop kissing him to tell him to keep going because the feeling of his lips on mine is too good. I pray he understands my Morse code moans and keeps going.

He’s moving my panties to the side. I should tell him to stop, but I push that thought right out the window and shamelessly lift my hips in invitation. Just as cool air hits my pussy, fingers brush my clit and I moan into his mouth. He growls back, the sound sending a delicious shiver through my whole body. My god, is this real? I feel like I’ve landed in a romance novel with the man of my dreams.

He pulls his mouth from mine and moves it to my neck. He’s sucking and kissing me there as he strokes me back and forth. His fingers slide down, pushing inside and making me gasp. There are so many sensations at once, and the sudden invasion quickly turns into pleasure as he moves in and out of me slowly. His rubs my clit again, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I can’t stop myself from rocking my hips to his rhythm. He starts moving faster and I move with him, the two of us getting me off together.

“That’s it, Emma. Look how greedy you are for it. I bet you wish this was my cock, don’t you?” he says in my ear. “If it was, when that sweet orgasm hits, I know it would send me over the edge. With this tight little pussy clamped around my dick and sucking me off, there’s no way I could hold back. You’d make me do it, because you’d be trying to get one more stroke on it and I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

“Gio!” I scream his name as his words send me over the edge. I could picture it all, him inside me as I rode his cock, and the fantasy was too much. I cum, and my entire body jerks. My legs shake and my breath catches. It’s pleasure-filled lava rolling through my veins and just as fast as every atom in my body tensed with pleasure, everything goes lax.

My body melts into the softness of the bed as I enjoy the tingling all over. It takes me a moment to finally open my eyes, but when I do I see Gio licking his fingers. I bite my lip. I like that he wants to taste me.

He sits up, and I try to reach for him to pull him back down on top of me. His eyes are trained between my legs, and I notice my skirt has risen all the way up. He leans down, fixing my panties before placing a soft kiss on my now-covered mound.

“Mine,” he growls against it, and I feel the vibration on my clit. I gasp, and I swear a mini orgasm shoots through me.

Then he’s pulling me from the bed and I wonder what’s happening now. I’m too weak to move.

He unbuttons his shirt, and I watch as his tanned, muscled skin comes into view. I want to reach out and touch it. I want to run my fingers though the hair he has there, but my shyness gets the best of me.

He reaches for me, grabbing my dress and lifting it over my head, leaving me in only a bra and panties. I suddenly feel very self-conscious. I’m not skinny by any means, and I blush as I move to cover myself. But before I can, he reaches out and stops me.

“Fuck, I didn’t think you could be more beautiful,” he says, halting my movement.

He reaches around and unsnaps my bra, my full breasts spilling free. A rumble leaves his chest, and I smile a little. He seems to like what he sees. Then he reaches down and wiggles my panties off my hips and puts them on the bedside table.

“Put this on or you’re going to be flat on your back with me inside you.” He hands me his shirt. I slide it on and he buttons it up for me. “Back on the bed. You need some rest.”

I do as he says, but I don’t want him to leave. He leans down, picking something off the floor, and I see it’s my glasses. They must have fallen off when we were going at it. He carefully places them on the night stand, and the gesture strikes me as loving and tentative.