Page 42 of Rome for the Holidays
She reached out, running her fingers over the tip, making his cock jerk in her hand.
She used her thumb to brush over the tip, smearing the pre-cum over the head of his cock.
“Don’t boys get hard with the wind?”
He grabbed her hand, “Boys, yes. Men? No. I am all mancara.”
She swallowed, “Yes you are.”
“Get on the bedcara mia. I need to taste you.”
She sat back down on the bed, and he pushed her chest, “Lie back. Let me taste what is mine.”
She nodded, and he dropped to his knees again, holding hers open as he leaned in, licking up her folds.
She let out a guttural moan and he looked up in time to see her eyes shut.
“That is itcara. Enjoy your man tasting you.”
She thrashed under him, and he kept her hips pinned and her legs opened.
He shoved his tongue deep into her core, wiggling it around, loving the cream that spilled from her.
It seemed to be constant, and she tasted like salt, musk, and woman. The only woman he would ever taste.
She let out a gasp when he licked up to her clit, flicking it with his tongue, then sucking it in his mouth, circling it over and over until she was arching, and he stuck his tongue back in her core, not wanting her to come that quickly.
She was crying out his name, and reached down, grabbing his head, and trying to direct him back to her clit.
He took the hint and sucked on her clit, flicking it with his tongue until she sucked in a breath, arched, and called out his name into his room.
She came, shuddering, and pushing his head away, “Too sensitive,” she gasped, and he licked her core one last time, seeing it pulse and grabbed his cock, putting the tip at her core.
“Are you readycara mia?”
She nodded, and he pushed the head in, cursing as her core strangled the head of his cock.
It felt so good, and he wanted more, so with a quick apology, he shoved himself deep.
She let out a tiny squeak, and went still in his arms, “More. Give me more.”
He did as she asked, pulling out and pushing back in her and she lifted up off the bed, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him down for a kiss, and he knew she could taste herself on his lips, but he didn’t care.
He started to plunge in and out of her body faster, harder.
His thrusts deep and taking what he wanted.
She was writhing under him, pulling her mouth from his, and arching again, “Oh there. Right fucking there.”
He knew he hit the right spot inside her and kept his cock there, wanting her to come again and come on his cock.
She writhed and he licked at her nipple, biting one and hearing her gasp of pleasure and he did it to the other breast, and she thrust her breasts at him, so he kept licking and sucking at them as he pounded into her.
He knew he needed to be gentle, but he couldn’t stop.
He had to feel her come all over him.
She did moments later, her scream choked as she cried out his name and her core pulsed on him so hard, he felt it.
