But I keep working her, alternating between slow, languid strokes on her clit and firm, relentless circles around her hole. I do this over and over until she’s thrashing mindlessly beneath me, her brain turned to mush as she whispers in a mixture of broken English and Italian, begging me to let her come in both languages.
My cock throbs in my pants, threatening to blow before I even get inside her. So I stop fucking around and drop one hand from her thigh to dip a finger inside her, then another. She’s scorching hot and silky soft, her walls clenching around my digits like she never wants to let me go.
Fuck. “You’re so hot and soft and snug and dripping.” My cock aches with jealousy, desperate to be where my fingers are. “I can’t wait to feel this tight little cunt strangling my dick.”
She gasps and arches up, encouraging me with wordless moans and the rock of her hips against my hand. I add my tongue to the mix, drawing her swollen clitoris into my mouth and lashing it with my stiffened tongue while I curl my fingers inside her just right.
Her entire body goes rigid for a heartbeat, then she moans my name like a whispered prayer, and I know I’ve got her. I suck harder on her clit and she fucking screams my name this time, bucking up so violently my fingers almost slip out of her.
I press my free hand to her shaking belly, holding her downas I work her through every last wave of her pleasure until she just lay there, utterly spent.Utterly mine.
Only then do I ease away, withdrawing my fingers and lifting my mouth from her sensitive flesh. I’m licking my fingers clean when she opens those sultry honey eyes, staring at me with the most beautifully dazed, blissed-out expression I’ve ever seen.
I smirk down at her. “I’m not done with you yet,amorina.”
Fingers clean, I wipe them on my pants as I strip naked in record time, then stretch out on top of her, settling between her thighs. “I need to fucking make up for every single day of the decade we lost. I need you to wrap those pretty legs around me as I sink into you. I need you to moan my name in that breathy way that drives me insane and fucking beg me to fuck you harder. I want your nails marking my back, your pussy strangling my cock when you come all over me. Can you do that for me,amorina?”
“Yes,” she moans breathily, and my cock jerks against her thigh, leaving a wet trail of precum on her skin that somehow makes me even harder.
“Good girl.” I grab my aching cock, aim the tip at her entrance, and slowly feed her wet, tight cunt inch by inch until I’m buried to the hilt. The feeling of being inside her again after all these years is almost overwhelming. She’s snug and hot and perfect.
I pull back and thrust in again, setting a slow, deep rhythm. “Oh God,” Emilia groans, wrapping her arms around my neck. “You feel so good. So good. So good.”
“Not God, baby. Rafael,” I correct, nibbling along her jaw. “And I am allyours.” She moans and lifts her legs, wrapping them around my waist exactly the way I asked, and the movement makes her cunt go impossibly tighter around me.
Fuck.
Blood circulation to my brain cuts off, my body becoming nothing but raw pleasure and need. It’s so fucking good my throat works but no words come out. Then some primitive instinct takes over, and my careful, controlled pace shatters.
I start thrusting faster, harder, until it’s like I’m in a fucking sprint towards oblivion. She moans beneath me, each sound like a whip urging me to go even faster, deeper, harder. I grab her ass tightly, my hips flexing in short, savage jabs as I fuck her with everything I have.
My thighs begin to tremble, my spine tingling with my approaching release. An even more punishing pace takes over, hips whipping until she’s yelling my name to the fucking ceiling. I follow her over the edge, coming faster than I’ve ever done in my life. I bury my cock as deep as it will go as my cum shoots out of me in violent pulses, desperate to plant it inside her as my vision blacks out.
Take it, take it, take it, take it…
When my senses return, I realize I've collapsed over her, pressing her body deep into the mattress, our bodies still intimately joined. “Jesus fucking Christ.” I rub a hand over my face as I lift my weight off her. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” Her voice is a little hoarse, but she doesn’t seem bothered. She stretches her arms over her head languidly, and my eyes immediately go to her bandaged forearm. My chest tightens with fierce possession. She’s fucking mine now, marked inside and out.
Reluctantly, I withdraw from her warmth, and she sighs softly at the loss. I watch for a moment, completely entranced, as my cum starts to slip out of her. “Are you on birth control?”
“Of course,” she answers softly. It’s not the answer I want to hear.
My shoulders tense with frustration as I get up and stalk to the bathroom. I grab a clean towel from the drawer and run itunder hot water, trying to get my emotions under control before I go back to her. When I return, I gently clean between her legs.
“You’re going to get off it,” I grumble.
“Que?” She chuckles, amused by her own Spanish slip. But her mirth fades when she sees I’m not joking. “Are you serious?”
I wordlessly get up from her side and walk back to the bathroom, every muscle in my body coiled with tension now as I toss the dirty towel into the laundry hamper. The casual way she laughed off my demand sets my teeth on edge.
This isn’t a fucking joke. I want children with her. I want everything with her.
“I fail to see what’s so funny about this,” I say as I return to the bedroom. “You’re thirty years old. Don’t you want kids?”
She sits up slowly, studying me like I’m a bomb about to explode. Which, honestly, isn’t far from the truth. The thought of tampering with her birth control crosses my mind—it worked for Michael with his wife, didn’t it? She got over her anger eventually.
But Emilia isn’t Michael’s wife. She’s stronger, smarter, more stubborn…
