“You didn’t know anything. You guessed.”
“I knew,” he insisted and swirled his tongue around my clit one final time, a move that made my hips buck again. He smiled and sat back with a smug look on his face before he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. “You were so slick, and your clit so swollen, I knew you were close.”
“It usually takes me longer.”
“That’s because I’m not usually here.”
“Arrogant.”
“Confident.”
“Right.” I rolled my eyes and sat up, or tried to, but Antonio put a hand to my chest and pushed me back down. “What are you doing?”
He flashed another of those animalistic smiles and took of my t-shirt and bra before he stood. “I’m about to give you what we both want, Augusta.”
I swallowed at the sight of Antonio, undressing in my living room. He was built as hell, long lean muscles and colorful tattoos everywhere. “You’re beautiful.” The words slipped out before I could stop them.
“Right back atcha, babe.” He winked before he covered my body with his. “I’ll go slow just in case you can’t handle it.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh!” But dammit, he was right. Antonio was big. And thick. And I really liked it. A lot. “I can handle it if you can.”
“You’re…tight,” he grunted as his cock sank deeper to the point of discomfort. “All right?”
“More than,” I assured him and tightened my thighs around his waist, digging my heels into his tight ass. “Yeah, I’m all right.”
“Excellent.” He grunted again when I tightened and pulsed around him to assure him I could handle what he wanted to give me. Pleasure, and his big fat cock.
Watching Antonio was even more erotic than watching him cook. His brows were bunched in focus, jaws clenched with restraint even as he stroked slow and deep into me. He filled me up deliciously, so thick I could hardly breathe, and I wanted it. All of it. “More, Antonio. Give me more.” His strokes were still slow and deep, so I did what any woman would. “Please.” I begged.
“Augusta,” he growled in my ear. “You know what that does to me.”
“I do.”
He smiled and pushed at the back of my thighs, pumping harder and deeper from this new angle and I thought I might die from the sensations ricocheting around my body. He was a work of art, bunching and flexing as he pounded into me.
“Yes!” I reached out and gripped his thigh as I fought to keep my eyes open because I didn’t want to miss one moment of this .
He smiled and let my legs fall so he could lean over, lick my breasts as he thrust into me over and over. Fast and hard and deep, exactly what I needed. “Fuck. Augusta.”
Unbelievably, another orgasm approached, fast and intense. My fingertips dug deep into him and I arched into him, tightened my legs around him. “Antonio!” Pleasure crashed over me like a wave, weighing me down while each wave came one right after the other.
All the while, Antonio’s hips never stopped. He thrusted and pounded, harder, until a telltale growl erupted from deep within him. “Augusta.” He collapsed on top of me, his hips still moved in slow shallow strokes.
“Wow. Just…wow.”
He laughed against me, the sound bouncing from his chest to mine and back again until my nipples hardened and I convulsed around him. “I’ll take wow and give one right back to you. That was better than my dreams. Almost.”
“Almost?”
He nodded. “In my dreams I watched while you sucked me off.”
I sucked in a breath at his words, the image immediately at the forefront of my mind. Me down on my knees while he sat here on the sofa, dark eyes flaring with heat and desire. Dark and hungry. Pleasure for pleasure’s sake, I reminded myself and smiled.
“Maybe after pizza, you’ll get your wish.”
“Is that the oven I hear?”
Totally naked with him still buried in me, I laughed.
Antonio groaned as I squeezed around him involuntarily. “Augusta.”
“I was promised pizza. Get to work, chef.” I gave his ass a smack and Antonio laughed.
“Now you want me to screw up your pizza?”
I nodded. “You managed to get this part right, I’m sure you can trust you with a bit of dough.”
He smiled at the challenge and leaned forward to lick a trail of heat across my jaw. “I can handle more than the pizza,” he growled and I felt him harden inside of me.
Thirty, maybe forty minutes later, we got around to the pizza.
And later, we got around to fulfilling another fantasy for us both.
Antonio
“Antonio! You’re looking as hot as ever, and this look is even turning me on.” Magda fanned her face with her hand and rolled her eyes. “You sure you don’t want to stay a few days? I could get you some high paid photo work. With those cheekbones and tattoos, I could probably even get you on somebody’s runway.”