We don’t make it to the bedroom. Breaking the kiss, he drops to his knees and places a leg over his shoulder.
I almost cry at the first swipe of his tongue. The sexual pressure building up since this explosive encounter is finally finding its release. My hands grip his head tightly as I struggle to hold on.
Every thought about my mission is forced from my mind with every stroke and sweep of his tongue. With every nip of his teeth and kiss of his lips against my button, I’m forced to remember my name.
The new and the old.
My body buckles as he unlocks the depraved hussy within me. Alessandro holds me up, but he’s determined not to let me go.
No amount of pulling away, arching my back, or pushing him will convince him to release me. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
Long past the point of the most intense orgasm I’ve experienced to date, he’s still ravishing me. Damn, the man must have been starving.
For me, this is a mission, but it seems to be the same for him. I’m just not sure what his mission is. If it’s to claim me as his, as he once said, he’s giving a convincing performance.
He rocks back on his heels and pushes himself to stand when he's done. With a swipe of that beautiful tongue across those sexy, pouty lips, he gives me a heated but satiated grin and winks at me.
Not willing to be outdone, I drop to my knees and grab his bulbous head in my hands.
I’m a woman out for revenge and will pay the cost no matter how high. Licking around the tip, I waste no time pulling him into the depths of my jaws. Looking up at him, I fight back a smirk when his mouth hangs open, and his eyes widen.
Deep suctioning motions slide him back towards my throat, and I slowly release him.
“Goddamn, girl!” Alessandro groans, placing a hand on my head to hold me in place as he throbs inside my mouth.
I pull back and then slide him in again. He’s hot and so big that I gag each time I pull him to the depths of my mouth.
Releasing him to catch my breath, I dip my head and lick all around his balls before sucking them gently in my mouth. Alternating between sucking and caressing, I get lost in his guttural moans.
Alessandro grabs his cock and beats the side of my face with it, letting me know he wants more. Once again, I take his dick into my mouth, sliding up and down as he slowly pumps. My movements are slow and even for a while before I apply pressure and increase my speed.
“Slow up, girl. You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he grunts.
I don’t listen, and it’s not until he pulls out of me and grabs my hand that I stop.
“Bring my pants,” he demands, pointing.
There’s no arrogance in his command, but what I realize is that he’s a man that’s used to getting his way. If I want anything from him, I will have to make him feel in control. Prancing to his pants, I grab them and return them to him, waiting for him to cover himself with a condom.
“Get on!” he demands after sitting on the couch as he fists his shaft, pumping it up and down.
Licking my lips, I waste no time complying with his order. Spreading my legs around him, I shift to settle comfortably onto him. He fills me up and spreads inside of me like the wings of a butterfly.
He’s comfortable and at ease, folding his arms behind his head as he settles in to watch me.
In this space and time, I remember what it feels like to be connected with another human being in such a simple yet, complicated, intimate act. This moment created out of something so cruel and life-changing is anything but.
The heat of his thighs presses against mine as the soft, silky hairs of his pubic area rubs against me. His chest slowly rises and falls with contentment. Full lips slightly parted with soft sighs emanating from between them. All these things work together to lure me deeper into the moment.
Shifting in his lap, I lift up and slowly fall. His shaft throbs inside me, sending a tumult of trembles in my belly.
It occurs to me that it’s strange how two people who know each other but not at all can share such an intimate moment. Creating such powerful chemistry that is undeniable pushes all prior experiences out of your mind, no matter how intricate those previous experiences were.
That’s the way that it is with Alessandro and me right now. This sex, this weaving of our bodies and lives together in an inextricable way, plants a seed deep inside me.
I may have started this journey with one thing in mind, but I know I won’t be the same after tonight. Nothing that’s happened before or that will happen again matters. Only this moment, with this man deep inside me, watching me from hooded lids, matters.
And as if he, too, knows it, Alessandro removes his arms from behind his head and sits up. Gripping my hips tightly, he crushes his lips to mine.