Another tear sneaks into my hair as I stare into his dark gaze. Even that, keeping eye contact while having sex, is something I haven’t done before, and it makes such a huge difference.
“Adriano,” I whisper, my tone filled with such awe you’d swear I’m in the presence of God.
His jaw clenches, then it’s like a switch flips in him, and as a savage expression tightens his features into brutal lines, he pushes away from me. Kneeling between my legs, he hauls my ass up his muscled thighs, before slamming so hard into me, the air is forced from me in a woosh.
“Lock your legs around me,” he orders, his voice gruff.
I barely have time to do as I’m told.
Adriano grips the sides of my ribcage and begins to hammer into me.
My ankles hook tighter and my back arches as I grab the covers, desperate for something to hold onto while he fucks me so hard, I forget my own name.
Even breathing becomes a problem because all the friction makes intense tingles gather in my abdomen, and I cry out from how delirious it makes me feel.
“Don’t fight it,” he growls.
“Too intense,” I gasp, every muscle in my body wound tight and quivering.
Adriano grips hold of my jaw and forces me to look at him. “Come!”
It’s instant on his command, and I swear I leave my body as the orgasm tears through me. I hear myself cry and sob. I see Adriano’s body crashing into mine, over and over, his hold on me rough and his cock pulverizing my inner walls.
It’s out of this world.
My sobs turn to whimpers as ecstasy continuously hits me with every thrust.
Adriano hooks an arm under my back and yanks me up, my breasts slamming into his chest, then his mouth devours mine, the kiss downright filthy while he looks me right in the eye.
Mother of God.
I get a braingasm right then and there, and as I begin to come all over again, his breaths shudder into me and his face transforms into the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Adriano buries himself deep inside me, and I feel how his cock swells before he grips me so tight to him, it hurts.
As my husband spills his release in me, I cling to him for dear life while my own pleasure still ebbs through me.
I have no idea how much time passes before I become aware of our surroundings again.
Adriano’s breaths are harsh as he presses his forehead to mine, his hand gripping a fistful of my hair.
“Jesus,” I whisper while desperately gasping for air. “That was mind-blowing.” I inhale again. “Like.. Shit, you made me have a braingasm.”
He grins as he lets go of my hair and circles my throat with his hand, then he slowly begins to plunge into me, and we both groan.
I melt against him, the pleasure I’m feeling a lot like a damn good massage.
“Rest for a few minutes,” he says as he tucks my face into the crook of his neck.
“Why only a few minutes?”
“I plan on fucking you all night,mia piccola farfalla.” He presses a kiss to the side of my head. “Until my cum fills you and runs down between your legs. By the time I’m done, you will feel me inside you for the next week.” His arm tightens around me as his thrusts grow more intense. “And when you stop feeling me, you’ll tell me so I can remind your body who it belongs to.”
Adriano’s words are such a turn-on, I grab his jaw and crush my mouth to his, kissing the hell out of him as we begin to move in perfect sync.
Adriano
After spending days worshiping my wife, I have to return to work. There’s a lot of important shit that needs my attention.