Page 108 of Deal with the Devil
He notices what I’m staring at, his dark eyes gleaming. “I’d do it again. No hesitation.”
“I know you would,” I murmur, inching closer. “But you were Il Diavolo.”
The corner of his mouth lifts as if he’s tempted to smirk. He doesn’t argue the point, instead scooping my hand up in his and pulling me the rest of the way into him.
His mouth finds mine in a sweet kiss of affection. It’s become a staple of our mornings in recent weeks, as we’ve stayed in this small coastal village and waited out the next move we’ll make.
The kiss deepens. His tongue slips into my mouth and I eagerly meet him with a playful flick. His hand slides up my spine as my fingers tangle in his hair, only a matter of seconds before we get carried away.
Rafael guides me backward from the balcony back into our villa bedroom. Once we hit the bed, we fall together, landing with our arms and legs entwined and our mouths seeking each other out.
It doesn’t take long before we’re pulling and tugging at what little clothes we’re wearing, and each article winds up tossed to the floor.
I slip out from under Rafael and climb on top of him. His dark eyes gleam as I push him back against the pillows and straddle him.
“Let me,” I whisper, wrapping my fingers around his dick. “Let me love you.”
“You’ve loved me even when you shouldn’t have, dolcezza,” he answers. His hands cup my breasts.
I lean forward for a kiss, moaning into his mouth.
When I pull back, I reposition myself over his hard, throbbing cock, sliding him inside me.
Both of us groan as we come together, electric sparks running through us. It’s so instantaneous and intense that it’s almost magical.
Almost too unreal.
“Christ,” Rafael breathes. “You feel incredible, dolcezza. And you’re all mine.”
“We’re each other’s.”
I start with slow rolls of my hips, rising up until just his tip remains inside me before sliding back down his full length. Therhythm is languid and teasing, designed to drive us both wild with need.
He stretches me like always, my pussy walls fluttering around him.
I move up and down, guided by his strong hands. He grips me by the hips and thighs and ass, always unapologetically greedy when it comes to feeling my curves.
We hold each other’s gaze, watching the pleasure flicker across our faces. My mouth has dropped open and his jaw is set tight, his breathing labored. But it’s these small details that dials up our pleasure.
That makes it that much more intense as I slide up and down Rafael’s cock and look him in the eye.
“You’re so fucking deep like this," I moan, bracing my hands on his chest as I pick up the pace. I grind down against him in faster circles. His dick hits different spots inside me, forcing shivers of pleasure.
“Take what you need, dolcezza. Ride me and fuck yourself. Squeeze that sweet little pussy on my cock.”
His hands roam over my body as he talks dirty, sliding up to grope my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they peak and ache. Then his hands travel back down to grip my hips and help guide my gyrations.
I sit back, placing my hands on his thighs for leverage as we go faster. I bounce up and down on his cock with increasing intensity, my breasts swaying with each movement. The new angle lets him penetrate even deeper, so damn deep I’m almost unbearably full.
My pussy tingles in warning, my orgasm rising up inside me.
I throw my head back with a cry of pleasure as Rafael’s dick stimulates my G-spot and then I’m coming undone.
“Oh god… Rafael! I’m coming,” I gasp, my hips undulating in desperate motions.
Rafael pulls me forward and smashes a kiss to my lips. His tongue pushes inside my mouth and he holds me in place as thew new angle causes even more friction.
He knows exactly what he’s doing—as we kiss deeply, my clit mashes up against the base of his shaft with every downward stroke.
