Chapter 48

• She nodded her ascent stiffly. At that point, she would agree to anything if it meant sating her ache. He quickly did away with her panties then lay flat on his back, his fingers slowly stroking her thighs as she knelt over him, his engorged weepy dick poised to make an entry. She stared at it, red and angry, and she wondered what the hell she was about to do. It looked like it would rip her in half if she let it. How had she taken him that first time? As if sensing her hesitation, he sat up and with one hand at the back of her neck, pulled her towards him and claimed her mouth. The instant their lips touched, all worries flew away and she returned the kiss with wild abandon, throwing her arms around his neck and lowering until she sat on him, plastering her body against his. He hissed against her lips, broke the hold she had around his neck and held her still as he lap back down, his hungry eyes staring up at her. His hands dropped to her waist and he pulled her forward, then pushed her back making her body jerk twice, her toes curling up with the unexpected pleasure from the friction of her core against his rod. She looked down as he moved her, lips strained and a tick working in his firmly clenched jaw. He wasn’t inside her but he was definitely under her.
• She shifted her pelvis, pushing her ass up and out. She whined at the increasing pleasure the new position gave her. With each pass her clit made over his penis, her body twitched and her breath grew more labored. She needed more. She leaned down, hands on his hard chest for leverage, and rotated her hips and ground down on him. He hissed, his chin tilting up as the back of his head burrowed into the pillow, the muscles in his neck pushing out as they tightened. A deep animalistic guttural sound pushed through clenched teeth, and he cursed in Italian, his hands leaping from her waist to her thighs. His fingers dug into the flesh as if beckoning her to move faster. Want, lust, and a strong sense of power swelled within her, pulling her into their undertow, switching their roles and making her the dominant. She lowered her hands behind her, clasping his strained muscled thighs for leverage and more control over the speed and depth of pressure. She was the one in control of their pleasure now.
• Talia closed her eyes as she chased, sucking her lower lip into her mouth and biting down hard as she increased her tempo. The chase grew even more desperate, one hand shifting forward to his chest, her fingers digging into the flesh as she ground down harder on him, she needed more. She sat up, balancing on her knees as she danced on him, her hips moving back and forth then side to side, whimpering at the sharp pleasure that intensified with each gyrating pass of her swollen flesh over his throbbing erection. Her hands unconsciously moved to her breasts and she pinched the tight pebbles, as she squeezed the heavy flesh. As she drew nearer and nearer to her release, her movements grew erratic. She felt his fingers dig into her thighs as he forcefully pulled her forward, breaking her rhythm. On the trip back, she felt him at her entrance, stretching her to accept him. She stilled, feeling too full. She drew in a sudden shocked breath when he shifted under her and pushed in with one hard stroke. Choking sounds came from her constricted throat as she bent over from the intrusion, her eyes tightly squeezing shut. Her trembling knees came off the bed as her body shook, lifting up to her chest to press together. Her spasming hands shifted from his chest to his thighs as they searched for a place to hold onto as her body began a shaking rumble of a rocket ready to launch. Then the string tying her to sanity snapped, and ecstasy flooded her body and she convulsed on top of him, her core squeezing the thick member inside her as her mind disappeared in a fog of pleasure. He hooked his fingers behind her knees and forced them apart and down onto the bed. Her body jerked as another bolt of pleasure shot through her, air suddenly short in her lungs.