Page 21 of Serendipity
I pushed myself up, and before he could protest, I hooked my fingers into his belt loops, pulling him closer to me. I leaned down and kissed the spot between his hip and his inner thigh, earning a loud gasp from him.
“Tesoro—”
“Shhh.” I then pressed a gentle kiss on his dick over the fabric of his pants, and he rewarded me with a string of curses in Italian I would yet have to learn.
Unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down his legs, I started salivating when his dick popped out, the purple vein on the underside clearly visible as he bobbed up almost all the way to his stomach.
I didn’t waste a second, urgency coursing through my bloodstream. I wrapped my hand around the base, slowly pumping up and down, licking my lips as I looked up at him.
He was long and hard, with a pink head begging to be kissed, to be sucked and worshipped. My mouth watered at the mere thought of everything I could do.
Nico removed his shirt, tossing it to the floor, his abs contracting with each stroke I made. With each passing second, and the fire in his eyes, the need and desire pulled at my heartstrings. I lowered my head and closed my lips over his head, my tongue latching onto the vein I saw earlier.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed, wrapping his hands in my hair. “Harder,Tesoro. Squeeze me harder.”
I obeyed.
I tried wrapping my hand around him, but his size made it impossible. With my other hand, I caressed his balls, massaging them, loving the noises escaping from him.
My head bobbed up and down in the rhythm of my hand, while I squeezed my thighs, yearning for the friction, for the release.
“Yes, that’s it,” he praised, cursed, and moaned. He pulled my hair, pushing my head further down. I couldn’t think about anything else but him and his pleasure. I didn’t want to think about anything else. “God… That’s enough,Tesoro.” But I wasn’t done. I sneaked my hand behind his balls, pressing on the spot in between, as the shot of precum slid down my throat.
“Motherfucking—”
I moaned around him, my taste buds exploding from the flavor of him. His hands tightened in my hair, and he pushed me back, my mouth dropping away from his dick.
“It’s my turn now,” he growled as he pushed me down on the bed, going straight for my pussy.
I didn’t have time to react or to adjust before he lapped at me like a man starved, his tongue swirling around my clit, evoking all my nerve endings. I writhed and grabbed the sheets beneath us as he dipped one of his fingers inside of me, pressing against the walls of my pussy. Then the second finger joined and the third. Before I knew it, an avalanche erupted from my belly, pulling energy from every nerve in my body, and erupted around his fingers with the scream leaving my lips.
My vision darkened for a second, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as my body involuntarily lifted from the bed, the sensations too strong to be contained within one body. My chest rose and fell. My ears started ringing, and I could feel him climbing higher and higher and higher, until his face came into focus, right in front of me.
I could feel his dick nestled between my legs, pressing on the sensitive bud of nerves there, and I wasn’t sure if I could take another round of this.
Nico’s face glistened from my juices, his tongue licking his lower lip, and I blushed all over again.
“Hi,” I murmured, lifting my hand, and caressing his cheek. He nuzzled against my palm, closing his eyes, and slowly pulled back and then pushed inside of me in one swift stroke.
I gasped from the intrusion, my body adjusting to his length. The burn was instant, but the pleasure as he slowly pushed in and out, never leaving my body completely, was more than I could take.
“Nico,” I cried out as he hit the sweet spot inside of me. “Please.”
“You’re tight baby,” he groaned. “Too fucking tight. God, I won’t last long.”
His face screwed up as if he was in pain, my walls clenching around him, while he rubbed over my clit.
“Fuck, fuck—”
“Please,” I begged, and I didn’t even know for what. I just knew that the pressure started building higher and higher at the pit of my stomach. My legs wrapped around his waist as he lifted me, his hands on my shoulder blades, his face nestled in my neck.
“Faster,” I urged, clawing at his back. “Just go faster.”
“Cazzo.”
His hips pistoned, bruising, punishing, hard and fast, and we both climbed up and up and up, until the dam inside of me broke. My mouth opened but nothing came out. I was speechless, unable to do anything but hold on to him as the sensations washed over me.
He gripped the back of my neck, groaning as he spilled inside of me, coating my insides. His hips kept moving even after we both finished, eliciting small shocks of pleasure, and prolonging my orgasm.
