Page 108 of Mario
His crude words make my inner walls clench around him.
He groans, a low, guttural sound, and I can feel the vibration of it deep inside me.
“Don't do that,” he warns, his voice a strained whisper. “Or this will be over before it begins.”
I can't help the smug smile that tugs at my lips.
A man who has absolute control in every other aspect of his life is feeling almost as desperate as I am right now.
It is intoxicating to know.
I clench around him again, deliberately this time.
He curses under his breath, a string of Italian words I do not understand.
His hands slide down to my hips, his grip tightening, an unspoken command.
I know what he wants.
He starts to move, slow and deep, each stroke a dragging friction that lights up every nerve ending in my body. Slowly at first, a shallow rocking motion that sends ripples of pleasure through my entire body.
My head falls back, my eyes closing as I focus on the sensation.
I have never felt so alive.
So... seen.
So... possessed.
I am no longer in control.
I am not in charge.
He is.
And it is the most liberating feeling in the world.
I give myself over to it completely. To him completely.
My hips lift to meet his, matching his rhythm, my body taking over where my mind has left off.
The pace is maddening.
It’s not enough.
I need more.
I need him to lose control.
I need him to take me with the same wild desperation that I am feeling.
"Please," I gasp. "More."
He doesn't answer.
He just starts to move faster.
His hips snap forward, burying himself deep inside me with a force that steals my breath.
