I position myself at the entrance to that mouth-watering pussy, my hands gripping her hips, and then I'm pushing into her, one slow, steady thrust that buries me to the hilt.
She's so wet, it's nearly frictionless. I groan,deep in my chest.
I look down at where we're joined, at my cock disappearing into her, and the sight is so fucking hot, so goddamn perfect, that I almost come right then and there.
I still for a second. Elsa looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide and dark, and she gives me a slow, wicked smile.
"Fuck me, Antonio," she purrs, her voice a husky, sexy rasp. "Use my pussy until it's dripping with you."
I grip her hair and pull her head back, attacking her mouth in a savage kiss. I'm so close to snapping. And it's her fault.
She is a drug, and I am already hopelessly addicted.
She breaks the kiss, gasping for air, and I take the opportunity to start moving, my hips rocking against her, my strokes long and deep.
The room is filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, the wet, squelching sounds of our fucking, our ragged breaths and desperate moans. It's a raw, primal soundtrack, and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard.
I lean over her back. "When I saw you walk into the room tonight"—I change angles and slide deeper—"I just knew it. I knew you were going to be a problem."
She rocks back to meet me. "Problem?" she says, her voice strained. "I'm the solution."
I groan at her response, then shove her down onto the bed. I'm not gentle. I'm not sweet. I take her with a ferocity that surprises even me, a possessive urge to fill her, to take her, claim her, to make her mine in every way possible.
My hips piston into her, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room, a raw, primal rhythm that speaks of a need so deep, so fundamental, it borders on desperation.
Her hands are fisted in the sheets, her knuckles white, her body arching back to meet mine. She's with me every step of the way, matching my intensity, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
I want to hear her scream. I want to hear her beg. I want to hear her lose all control, to shatter in my arms, to be completely and utterly mine.
I slide my hand around her hip, finding her clit.
She tenses and screws her eyes shut. "Antonio," she screams.
"I'm going to make sure you can't walk in the morning,dolcezza," I growl against her ear, nipping her earlobe.
"Good," she gasps.
I bite her earlobe again, and she whimpers, her body trembling. I feel her start to tighten around me, her inner walls fluttering, a tell-tale sign that she's close. I rub her clit faster, harder, pushing her toward the edge.
"Come for me, Elsa," I command, my voice a low, guttural growl. "I want to feel you come all over my cock, like you did on my face, in my mouth."
That's all it takes. She shatters, a long, drawn-out scream tearing from her throat as her body convulses, her pussy clamping down on me so tight it almosthurts. I don't stop, my hips still pistoning into her, my fingers still working her clit, drawing out her orgasm, pushing her to heights she's probably never known.
I feel my own release building, a hot, tingling sensation at the base of my spine. I try to hold it back, to make this last, but the feel of her coming around me is too much.
"Elsa," I groan, my hips thrusting one last, deep, powerful thrust.
Then I'm coming, my body shuddering as I pour myself into her, a hot, sticky flood that fills her, marks her, claims her.
I collapse on top of her, my body limp, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her back. I'm panting, my breath hot against her neck, and I can feel her trembling beneath me, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
We lie there for a long time, a tangled, sweaty mess of limbs, our bodies still joined, our ragged breaths the only sound in the room.
I've never felt anything like it. This connection, this intensity. It's more than just sex. It's more than just pleasure. It's… everything.
It's a while before I can manage to shift my weight and not crush her. I pull out of her slowly and roll off her, pulling her with me, so we're lying on our sides, facing each other.
Her hair is a mess, her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes, those brilliant blue eyes, are glazed over with satisfaction.