“Gastone, oh god,” she moaned, her thighs trembling on either side of my head.
I worked her with my tongue and fingers, curling them to hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. Her hands fisted in my hair, holding me against her as she rode my face, chasing her pleasure.
I could feel she was close, her inner walls clenching around my fingers, her breathing growing ragged. But I didn't want her to come like this, not yet. I wanted to be inside her when she fell apart.
I pulled back, ignoring her whimper of protest, and quickly shed my pants and boxers. My cock sprang free, hardand aching, precum beading at the tip. Elena's eyes widened as she took in the size of me, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
I crawled back up her body, positioning myself between her spread thighs. The head of my cock nudged against her entrance, and we both groaned at that first contact.
“Elena,” I said, suddenly needing to be sure. “Tell me you want this.”
Her eyes met mine, clear and certain. “I want this. I want you, Gastone.”
That was all I needed to hear. I pushed forward, slowly sinking into her tight heat. She was impossibly wet, but still so tight, stretching around me as I filled her inch by inch. We both moaned when I was fully seated, her nails digging into my back, my forehead pressed against hers as we adjusted to the sensation.
“Move,” she urged after a moment, shifting her hips.
I pulled back and thrust forward, setting a steady rhythm that had her gasping beneath me. She wrapped her legs around my waist, taking me deeper with each thrust. The sight of her—flushed, panting, her breasts bouncing with each movement—was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen.
“Harder,” she demanded, and I complied, slamming into her with enough force to make the headboard hit the wall.
I shifted my angle, hitting a spot that made her cry out with each thrust. Her pussy clenched around me, drawing me deeper, pulling me toward the edge faster than I wanted. But I was determined to make her come first, to feel her shatter around me.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded, and she slid a hand between us, finding her clit.
The sight of her pleasuring herself while I fucked her was too much. I felt my control slipping, my thrusts becoming erratic as my orgasm built at the base of my spine.
“I'm close,” she gasped, her eyes locked on mine, her fingers working faster.
“Come for me,” I growled, driving into her harder, faster. “Come on, my cock, Elena.”
Her back arched off the bed, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she came, her pussy clamping down on me in rhythmic waves. The feeling of her coming around me, combined with the look of pure ecstasy on her face, pushed me over the edge. I thrust deep one last time and exploded, my orgasm tearing through me with an intensity that left me shaking.
For several long moments, we stayed like that, connected, panting, coming down from our shared high. My arms trembled from supporting my weight, and I slowly lowered myself beside her, pulling her close against my chest.
The reality of what we'd just done began to sink in as our breathing returned to normal. I'd just fucked Elena Lebedev.
And it had been the most mind-blowing sex of my life.
Chapter 15 - Elena
I still felt the delicious ache between my thighs, still smelled Gastone on my skin. I just lay there for one blissful moment, my body humming with memories.
I blinked at the ceiling, felt my cheeks hurt from how hard I was smiling. I walked through every memory. How furious he’d been when I was insulted, how precious he’d treated me when he saw I’d been shaken up. How he looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world, how fierce he kissed, how soft he touched, how hard he fucked.
Holy shit. I'd slept with Gastone Ajello. The man who kidnapped me. The man who could also make me come harder than anyone ever had.
Well, wasn't that just the cherry on top of this fucked-up sundae?
I pressed my face into his pillow and inhaled his scent, feeling like a complete idiot for doing so. What was wrong with me? I was supposed to be spying on him, in hopes of finding leverage for my family. But here I was, sniffing his pillow like a lovesick teenager.
Last night... God, last night.
I realized I wouldn’t mind if he wanted to rip my dress off again. No matter how expensive. The tearing of my dress, his mouth everywhere, the way he'd filled me so completely I thought I might break apart. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling myself getting wet again just thinking about it.
He'd been gentle and rough in all the right places. He worshipped my curves. He made me feel like I never wanted last night to end.
But end it did, and now I was still lying in his bed. I sat up and stretched, wincing slightly at the pleasant soreness, before looking around the room.
