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My head falls back on a moan as I feel him spread my legs wider, feel his weight moving down the bed as he goes to lie down between my thighs. “Yes,” I gasp, my chest tight with anticipation. “Please.”
I moan as I feel his fingers slide up my folds, and I hear the low sound he makes in his throat before he’s even parted me.
“God, you’re so wet, tesoro,” Salvatore groans. “And all for me.”
I nod, unable to say anything, to make any other sound except a helpless whimper as I feel him spread me apart, his thumb sliding up through my wetness to rub against my clit.
It feels like electricity, jolting over my nerves. I cry out at his touch, gasping, my hips arching up desperately as he slides two fingers into me smoothly, rolling his thumb over my most sensitive spot until I feel like I’m going to come before he’s even barely begun. I can’t imagine anything feeling better, that there could be more than this.
And then he leans in, and his tongue replaces the pad of his thumb.
My vision narrows, the room swirling around me until I squeeze my eyes tight, my entire body shuddering with ripples of pleasure as he slides the firm, wet heat of his tongue over my clit. I hear myself crying out, my legs splaying open as I arch upwards again and again, grinding shamelessly on his mouth as I ride his tongue to a climax. I’m not even sure when the orgasm begins, if I’m actually coming, or if the pleasure is that intense, but it doesn’t seem to end. It rolls over me in ceaseless waves as his tongue laps at my clit, his fingers working inside of me, and my hands fist in the sheets as I cry out his name.
And then I feel his fingers curl inside of me as he adds a third, a sudden weight building deep in my abdomen and unfurling, and I scream as the orgasm hits me.
Everything blurs. I feel his hand on my hip and his tongue lashing at my sensitive flesh, fluttering, licking, the strokes of his fingers inside of me as he keeps going through my climax, the pleasure so intense that it’s almost unbearable. I want him to stop, because it’s too much, and I don’t want him to stop, because it could never be enough. I never want to leave this bed. I never knew it could be this good, and I want to do this forever. I’m writhing under him, riding his tongue as I buck against his face, and I’m still shuddering with pleasure when I hear him murmur my name.
“Gia.”
I open my eyes to see him leaning over me, one hand against the pillow next to my head now, the other on my hip. I feel his knee between my legs, his cock laying heavy and hot against my stomach as he waits for me to come to my senses, his face taut with need.
“Salvatore,” I whisper his name, and his expression contorts, his hand flexing on my hip. It shifts, moving between us, and I moan softly.
“I need to be inside you,” he whispers, his voice choked with desire. “Are you ready for that, tesoro? Do you want my cock in you?”
I nod breathlessly, hooking my ankles around him, winding myself around his body as I spread my legs for him. “Please,” I choke out, tipping my chin up to look at him, and Salvatore groans as he angles the thick head of his cock against my entrance.
I’m soaking wet, soft, and open from the orgasms, and he’s still an impossibly tight fit as he begins to push into me. He sucks in a sharp breath the moment his swollen tip slips inside, gritting his teeth, his eyes closing as his muscles tense and he shudders.
“Are you okay?” I whisper, his reaction bringing a sudden clarity through the fog of pleasure, and Salvatore nods.
“You feel so good, tesoro,” he breathes, his hand fisting in the pillow next to my head. “I could come right now, you feel so fucking good. So wet and tight, wrapped around me—” He groans, his hips twitching, pushing him deeper, and I moan in response at the feeling of him filling me up, arching upwards for more. “God, I need to come?—”
He leans forward, his mouth crushing against mine as he kisses me hard, and I taste myself on his lips as his hips snap forward. He sinks into me to the hilt, the taut flesh of his pelvis rubbing against my oversensitive clit, and I moan into the kiss as I writhe under him. He holds himself very still for a moment, his head turning to break the kiss and bury his face in the crook of my neck and shoulder as he breathes me in, his mouth moving over my skin.
“I need to fuck you,” he groans. “I can’t wait any longer?—”
I reach up, wrapping my arms around him, my fingers curling into the hard muscles of his shoulders. “Then don’t,” I whisper, and I feel him shudder against me.
He pulls back, looking down at me as he starts to slide back, every inch of his cock rubbing against my sensitive nerves. The look on his face is something close to awe as his gaze trails down the length of my body, all the way to where his cock is buried inside of me, and I see his eyes darken as he takes in the sight. His hands slide up my thighs, unwrapping my legs from his as he pushes them back, holding my knees nearly to my chest as he looks down at where we’re joined.
“You’re mine, tesoro,” he rasps, his hips beginning to move as he pushes into me again. “My wife. My treasure. Mine.”
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice breaking on another jolt of pleasure as he sinks into me, and starts to slide out again, all the way to the tip as he rubs himself inside of me, small strokes back and forth. “I’m yours, Salvatore. All yours.”
He groans, yanking my legs up over his shoulders before surging forward, his lips claiming mine again. All pretense of trying to go slow vanishes, his hips thrusting against me in a hard, ceaseless rhythm as his mouth claims mine, each jolt of his body against mine pushing me closer to another orgasm. “Come for me again,” he groans against my lips, rolling his hips against me so he rubs against my clit, his cock buried deeply inside of me. “Come one more time, tesoro, and I’ll give you what you want. I’ll fill you up with my cum, dolce.”
That alone tips me over the edge. He rocks against me once more, pushing himself deeper, his tongue tangling with mine as I feel him throbbing inside of me. I know he’s so close to the edge, and I moan into the kiss, my nails biting into his shoulders as I arch into him and let myself go flying over the precipice of pleasure once more.
I feel myself tighten around him, rippling down the length of his cock as I come, crying out his name against his mouth. My back arches, and I gasp, moaning with a sound that’s almost a sob as the pleasure tears through me, ripping me apart at the seams. It feels like nothing I ever imagined. I never thought anything could feel as good as this, as I come hard on Salvatore’s cock, his mouth against my ear, whispering soft words in Italian as I cling to him through my orgasm.
The moment the waves of pleasure start to ebb, he pulls back, his gaze fixed between us as he pulls out of me. I nearly protest, wanting him to come inside, but I watch as he grabs my ankles in one hand, pushing my legs back as he fists his cock in hard, urgent strokes with the tip pressed against my pulsing entrance.
“Oh god, Gia—” he moans my name, hips twitching, and then his jaw tightens, his hand flexing as his entire body goes taut. “Oh fuck?—”
I feel the first hot spurt of his cum against my swollen, sensitive pussy. I look down to see the second spurt splash hotly over my clit, and my body jerks at the sensation, another sharp wave of pleasure bursting over me as he pushes himself roughly inside of me. He pushes his cum into me along with his cock, his hips thrusting hard as he sinks into me all the way, the heat of his cum filling me as I feel his cock spasming. His head tips back as he thrusts, his hand hard around my ankles, his muscles flexing as he groans my name aloud.
It feels so fucking good. Salvatore shudders, moaning once more as he rocks against me, his eyes finally opening as he looks down at my trembling, flushed body underneath his.
