Twisted Fate (Dark Heart 2)

My dick throbs as I realize she’s trying to tell me she isn’t fucking anybody.

“Fuck, rosa.”

“That’s the suggestion.” She giggles, pushing up on her elbows, and I lick her just to buy some time to think.

“If you’re not…in favor of it, it’s okay.” I glance up, finding her arm over her face. “I won’t be upset if you can’t.”

I take a few big, deep, panted breaths, fighting a war inside my head. I guess she can tell. She rubs her hand behind my head and gives my arm a tug, urging me to come and lie beside her. Then she wraps me close, kissing along my jaw and up behind my ear, until chills spread all over my skin.

“I don’t want to make this weird. I’m okay with anything we do. But I would…like to feel you again.” It’s the barest whisper.

I frame her face with my hands, dotting kisses on her lips and nose and cheeks. “How are you so brave?” I whisper.

She laughs. “I’m not brave.”

I kiss her deeply, till we’re panting again. “Yes you are. Unless it’s only physical.”

“How could it be?” Her whisper is warm on my jaw.

Her hands stroke my hair, cupping the back of my head. “You are beautiful.” She kisses my cheek. “I just want to feel you one more time.”

I can’t help a groan as her hands move down the front of me, lingering at my lower abs, where she traces the ridges. “You have done a nice job here,” she murmurs…and her hands move down. Her hands are wrapped around my dick and stroking as her face comes closer to mine. “My Luca is a full-grown man.” Her fingers stroke the tip of me, teasing around the rim. “I hate to see him hot and bothered…like there’s something else he needs.”

She leans down, reaching between my legs till her hand cups my balls.

I moan. “That feels so good, doesn’t it?” She rolls them and then traces the taut skin with gentle fingertips. “When we were younger and I did this, and they got harder, that meant you were going to come.”

I groan. I’m about to come right now. I think of pushing inside her heat, and my body trembles.

Her fingers move up my thick shaft. “I never understood people who say this isn’t pretty. Penises are beautiful.” She kisses my chest. “Especially yours.”

I try to think of something I don’t like—try to hold off—and then she’s drawing away from me. I open my eyes, feeling a shot of worry, but she’s moving like she’s going to straddle me, and then she’s doing just that. Her hands stroke my quads, and then she’s tracing my abs again.

She surrounds my tip with a squeezing fist.

“Elise…”

She strokes me, slow and firm. “You’re about to come, I can tell. You’re shaking and there’s goosebumps everywhere. And this—” She traces my nipple, and I groan.

“You know what I want,” she whispers.

Something in me snaps, and I push her into the mattress, shifting so now I’m the one on top. “What do you want, la mia rosa?” I nip at her jawline. “How sure are you?” I mean to use a harder tone, but the words come out groans.

“I want you inside. Just this one time.” She grabs my shoulders, urges me onto my back, and climbs atop me, flipping us again. “Tell me you don’t want to feel me again.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I rasp.

“We’re not children.” I can feel her straddling my hips, but I’m so fucked up, I can’t get my eyes to open. “That’s right,” she whispers, her hand stroking from my balls to my tip, where she grips underneath my head and guides me to her slick heat. Then she’s rubbing me around, and I can’t help a low moan and a shudder.

“Feels good?” No words can describe the bliss of her soft, swollen lips, and then I feel her inhale, steady my shaft with a shaking hand. My eyes flip open and lock with hers as she rises on trembling legs and groans, taking the tip of me inside her.

“Ahhh…” Her face is rapt, her breasts heaving. She shuts her eyes, I wrap my hands around her thighs, and Elise sinks down on me slowly.

I make a guttural noise as she sinks further down, encasing me in her heat. Her soft body trembles atop me. Her cunt is tight. Her hands are everywhere. I feel my balls draw up and run my hand up her leg, to her hip; I’m feeling for her…then I’ve got her. I stroke her slick clit, drunk on lust as she bucks and moans. My body’s shaking, but I lift her up a little bit and sink her back down on me.

Elise cries out.

I’m moaning.

Again…again…again. She gasps and groans. Then she’s finding her own rhythm. I crack my eyes open, watching as her tits bounce and her mouth makes a small circle.