Page 25 of Paolo DeLuca
Paolo lifted under her ass, and Lyric wrapped her legs around his waist.
“That’s it, il mio cuore batte.”
Once they entered her apartment, it was a flurry of lips and teeth, accompanied by moans and groans.
“What are…?” Lyric moaned. “What are we doing?”
“What we’ve both wanted since day one.”
Paolo carried her to the bed and gently placed her in the center, staring down at her. He couldn’t get enough of her. Her hair was wild, desire in her eyes, body primed and ready for him. It made him feel powerful to be wanted by her.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “I wanted you the moment I saw you.”
He leaned down and kissed her again, hoping she’d feel everything he couldn’t put into words in the kiss, breaking momentarily to catch his breath.
“So, what are you waiting for then?” She pulled him down into a hard kiss.
Paolo pulled away from her and yanked down her shorts as she made short work of her tank. “You have too many clothes on, Lyric.”
“So do you,” she claimed, reaching for his tie as he got rid of his jacket. He still had on his tux. Within minutes, they were both naked, skin-to-skin.
Her body felt so good against his as he touched and rubbed her everywhere he could. Lyric’s skin was so soft and enticing. “I want you so bad. I can’t wait.”
“Then don’t.” Lyric grabbed his member, guiding him into her.
“I won’t be gentle, Lyric.” His voice was strained at the exertion of trying to hold off. He needed her permission to take her hard and fast. “I’ve wanted you for too long.”
She gave a mischievous smirk and then thrust her hips up to meet his. “Who said anything about being gentle?”
Paolo groaned. How the fuck did he get so lucky? He plowed into her, setting a furious pace which Lyric met thrust for thrust. “Shit, you feel so good.”
He stifled Lyric’s mewls with a passionate kiss, his tongue coaxing her mouth open. He dipped inside. Their tongues did an intimate dance before he broke it to ravish her nipples. Lyric was so receptive. She arched her back, giving him better access to her nipples while he plowed into her repeatedly, driving them closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned.
The sounds she made drew him closer. Her pussy fluttered, signaling she was about to go over the edge. Paolo reached between them, her clit swollen and ripe. He ran the pad of his thumb across her nub, causing Lyric’s pussy to clench his dick, almost making him come.
“Shit,” he groaned, diving in for a kiss.
He was so close.
Paolo continued his ministrations, pinching her clit just enough to apply the pressure she needed. Lyric gave way with a deep groan Paolo felt in the depths of his groin, then he fell with her. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d come so hard.
Paolo rested his weight on his elbow. The awe and satisfaction swept over him as he gazed down at Lyric. Never had a woman made him weak like she did. She smiled at him as she came out of her lust haze.
“I see you, Paolo DeLuca.”
He realized his rules didn’t apply to her. They would never apply to her.
