Her eyes never leave my cock. One of her hands goes between us as she slides her fingers around my cock, her touch shooting through me. I take my cock out of her, pushing her leg back, and my mouth lands on her wet pussy. I kiss her pussy like it’s the last thing I’m going to do on this earth. My tongue slides into her as I move my face side to side before licking her slit to her clit and biting down on it.
She lifts her hips for a second and calls my name over and over again, “Stefano.” I move back, sliding my cock into her. “Yes,” she hisses with one leg over my shoulder again, the other one stretched out.
She’s so fucking open to me, I slide into her slowly, but my hand comes up, and I rub her clit with two fingers, faster and faster. Her moans get louder and louder every single time I bury myself balls deep in her. In and out slowly, but my hand moves vigorously from side to side. “Oh my God,” she says, her eyes closed as she takes in the feeling. I know she’s close. I can feel it. I also know she hasn’t given me a big one yet. I know I want it. I want her to cry out for me. I slip my cock out of her and slide two fingers into her, harder and harder. “Yes,” she moans, and I know she’s right here; she’s on the edge. Right when she’s finally going to come, I slam into her. She screams my name as the both of us come, and her juices soak my cock as I empty myself into her over and over again. I don’t think I’ve ever come this hard in my life. I roll to the side when both of us go limp. Wrapping my arms around her, I take her with me. My cock still buried in her. “That was—” she says, moving the hair away from her face. “That was—”
“Better than anything I’ve ever dreamed of,” I finish her thought as she buries her face into my neck.
“But can we do that again?” she asks, laughing.
I can’t help but laugh because I’ve never been this fucking happy in my life. “Oh, we are going to do that a couple more times before the night is over.”
She unburies herself from my neck. “Promise?”
I look down at her, kissing her lips. “I promise you everything.”
addison
. . .
“A re you sure you want to get dressed?” Stefano asks me as I step out of the shower, and he hands me a plush white towel. “I really like you naked.” He leans in and kisses my wet neck.
“I’m not going to the kitchen and eating naked,” I counter, wrapping the towel around myself.
“What if someone rings the doorbell?”
“We don’t answer.” He smirks and winks at me, and I just laugh as I watch him walk away from me, naked. His backside as good as his front side. I grab another towel before I flip my hair over and wrap it, twisting it up to soak up the water. He comes back a couple of seconds later dressed in boxers with a black shirt in his hand. “Here you go.” He hands me the shirt.
“Thank you,” I say nervously, which is the silliest thing since I just spent the last two hours, maybe even three, learning every single inch of his body. I know there isn’t one place on my body he hasn’t kissed, licked, bit, or sucked. I let the white towel fall from my body and put the black T-shirt on.
It’s huge on me and it’s in the middle of my thighs. “Fuck.” I look over at him and Stefano just comes to me. One of his hands holds my hip while the other comes up so his thumb can rub my cheek.
“You’re so fucking sexy in my clothes.” His voice is low. “Every single time you take my breath away, but in my clothes.” He leans in and softly kisses my lips. “It’s even hotter than you naked.”
I smile shyly. “Are you sure about that?” We both laugh together.
“Okay, let me get you downstairs so I can get you fed and then have my way with you on the counter while you wear my shirt.” He slips his hand in mine as he pulls me to the kitchen.
“I’m pretty sure we can make it back to the bedroom,” I joke and he stops mid step and turns to me.
“My cock is ready to go now.” He points down at said cock. “I’m meeting him halfway.”
“Fine,” I concede, like I’m not the one who is going to benefit from him taking me on the counter.
We walk down to the kitchen. “What do you want to eat?” He looks over at me as he lets go of my hand and pulls open the fridge. “I’ve got a lot of stuff for breakfast,” he mentions and I lean on the counter.
“Did you?” I fold my arms over my chest, trying not to laugh.