Page 117 of Finally Mine
“No,” she squeaked at the gentle pressure. But for Aldo she would. She wanted itall.
“Do you want to?” His voice was barely a rasp now.
“Yes.”
He stroked both hands down her sides, over her hips, gripping her there. She could feel him deciding.
“Everywhere that you touch me, you erase something dark,” Gloria whispered.
His lips brushed the curve of her hip. Then his teeth grazed her flesh. The sensation was so new and carnal that Gloria’s skin pebbled.
“You like that.” A statement, not a question. For the first time, Gloria felt like Aldo was a willing participant in this exploration.
“Yes.” She peeked down between her legs to where his erection hung heavily, brushing the inside of her thighs. A drop of precum appeared and dripped down to the floor. She shuddered with the thrill of it. “Let me be your fantasy, Aldo,” she pleaded. “Like you’re mine.”
“Fuck, sweetheart. When you say things like that, how can I deny you anything?”
“Why would you want to?” she whispered, submitting to the slow, steady stroke of his hands down her body and back up. Over and over again until her skin was aflame.
“I want to be careful with you.”
“I won’t break,” she argued.
“God.” On that mournful word, Aldo slammed home into her wet, begging channel.
It stole the breath from her lungs, and Gloria gasped for air. With one hand, he reached under her to grip her breast, kneading it as he pulled out and sank back into her. He tugged at her nipple over and over again while he jerked her hips back into him. She could hear the steady slap of his balls against her and felt dizzy with desire.
It had never been like this. And she didn’t want to miss a second of it for the rest of her life.
He gave a guttural grunt as she flexed around him. “Already, baby?”
Still gripping her breast, Aldo used his other hand to find that needy bundle of nerves between her legs.
“OhmygodAldo!” She was incoherent as he fucked into her tight body with the power she knew his body possessed.
He was using her for his own pleasure, and that dark thought that had once might have disgusted her now liberated her.
She felt the shiver start at the bud beneath his talented fingers, felt it spread like a halo encompassing her entire body. She came, exploding around him, clamping down on that thick cock that he buried inside her.
He rode out her orgasm, swearing and sweating and bucking into her as her hungry little muscles clutched him. When she was done and trembling, he stopped, fully sheathed in her. His hands slipped over her slick skin to stroke.
“Why are you stopping?” she breathed.
“Need a minute or else this is going to be over too fast.”
As if echoing Aldo’s point, his cock jerked inside her once. Reflexively, Gloria closed around it.
Aldo growled. “Behave yourself, sweetheart.”
“What if I don’t feel like behaving?” She did it again, and he surprised them both by swatting her ass. The connection of his palm on her flesh did weird and wonderful things to Gloria.
Then he was moving again, slowly, methodically pulling all the way out and pushing in to the hilt. Lazily fucking her as if they had forever.
She could feel the fabric of his compression sleeve against her, wondered how they looked naked on the living room floor. Then she felt his fingers, damp and searching, slide up the cleft of her ass until they found what they were looking for. Back and forth, dragging the wet with them.
“Yes?” he asked, his thrusts coming stronger, a little faster. Just the way she liked them.
Gloria nodded.
