Page 120 of Dominance

“You can have all of it. Forever.” Her lips curl in a sultry smile. But it’s her eyes, those bottomless pools of honey, that speak to her words. To the risk she’s taking.

“Let’s start with tonight.” I hum, flipping my bottom lip up along her chin.

“Like nothing else matters out there.”

Without another word, I drag my fingertips down her face, closing her eyes, closing mine and kissing her with all my focus.

Savoring every touch of our lips, of her skin.

The flat of her stomach is satin, sliding lower, to slick, soaked velvet.

“Adriano,” she whispers again, her insistence growing.

Turning in my arms, she arches back against me, the curve of her ass cradling me as my arms wrap around her, the twist of her torso letting me taste her lips while she grinds against me. All it takes is a tilt of my hips to find myself nestled between her thighs, her desire enveloping me.

A gentle thrust back and forth and I’m right there, poised at her entrance.

That tiny, open-mouthed gasp that slips between our kiss is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

And then I’m gliding into her, easing her apart, luxuriating in the sensation of her closing in all around me.

“Adriano…” her hands reach back, gripping my hips hard, desperately.

And I thrust deep, the two of us moaning softly with the effort, the first sampling of our deeper joining. Gloria’s eyes roll back and I lose all sense of time.

Our rhythm increases, powerful, deep strokes.

All the while, my hands find their way from her milky thighs to her taut belly, her firm breasts, her entire body flushed with the warmth of the Italian dusk just outside the open veranda doors. Before long, Gloria’s writhing against me, taking me to the hilt and staying close, rolling her hips.

This is the most singular ecstasy.

But it’s only the beginning.

We roll, Gloria flipping on top, riding me until we’re both moaning, gripping each other, holding on for dear life. The strain and ache of our muscles only makes the pleasure build higher.

Her body above me is utterly devastating, the sole focal point of my entire existence. Every touch from her is fire, raw desire.

I buck my hips and she replies with one of her own, roiling in a tantalizing gyration above me. The motion escalates into harder, faster rocking, her body sawing across me, rising then falling in a rapid beat of her thighs on my hips. Another moment and she’s up on her toes, crouched above me, bouncing like her life depends on it.

“Oh my God, Adri, I’m gonna?—”

I brace against the onslaught of her first climax, her inner walls around me clutching me so tight. Reaching up I plant my hand on her chest, my fingers splaying around the base of her throat.

“Harder…” she moans and I flex my fingers, just slightly. At the same time, she drops down, rolling her entire figure in a spiral, driving me as deep as I can possibly go. A wordless scream is torn from her mouth, her head falling back with the shuddering waves of her sensuous rush.

And all around me, seated within her, I feel the silken release.

She never stops riding me, even as her eyes drift back to mine, glazed with passion, her cheeks flushed with lust.

“I want more.”

“Your wish is my command…”

“Adri,” Gloria breathes, dropping to the sheets beside me, reaching over to clasp the girth of my slick, rigid column. “Will you do something for me?”

“Anything,” I groan, her fist pumping.

“Don’t hold back.” And she’s flipping over, stretching like a cat, pressing her breasts into the sheets, arching her back and thrusting her ass up into the air.

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