I could feel his cock pressing between my legs, our pants maddeningly in the way. Reaching down, I cupped him, feeling the heavy weight, and both of us moaned in anticipation. I undid Tomasso's belt and reached inside, shivering at the thickness of what I found inside. "Mmm . . .”
He rolled us over again, his face filled with lust and desire and a bit of anger. He wanted to be the one in charge, and I'd been taunting him and frustrating him for so long—he was at the limits of his control.
I was glad that my pants actually had some flex to them and that I'd already undone the waistband, because Tomasso yanked them so hard off my hips that I felt the heat of the fabric over my skin, and I knew that if I hadn't, he'd have literally torn the pants off my body. Lifting my legs, he pinned my feet next to my head, my legs only able to spread as far as my pants around my ankles would let me. His chest rumbled deep with his desire, and I couldn't see as he adjusted himself, but I could feel the head of his cock pressing against me, and I growled back at him, “You’d better wrap that thing."
He didn’t say a word, and he kept my legs pinned against me as he reached for his pants and fiddled around. I heard a package rip open, and I was glad that he was prepared.
After a moment, he pulled back, then drove his hips forward, his cock spearing me open and driving all words from my mind. Instead, hot streams of pleasure tore through my body as I was stretched and filled again after knowing nothing but my own hands for too long. Without pausing, he pulled back and drove himself in again, pounding me.
I'd never felt something so feral, so passionate, and so amazing as Tomasso relentlessly fucked me. His hips smacked into me over and over, my body giving in to him as he drove his cock deep inside me. My pussy clenched and tightened around him, wanting more and not wanting him to pull out, but he was relentless.
Reaching up with my hands, I pulled him down into a searing kiss, my fingers tight on his neck and my tongue searching not for combat, but for union . I hadn’t surrendered to a man in the past three years, not since college, but he was a man worth giving in to. Tomasso stiffened at first, suspicious even as his cock continued to hammer inside me before his lips softened and his hands became tender on my skin, the fire in his eyes changing from angry passion to just passion. I met his thrusts as best I could, but with my boots next to my ears, there was little I could do. "Let me turn over . . . please. I promise I'll be good."
He nodded, pulling out long enough for me to get off the floor and bend over the sofa, my knees resting on the edge while my forearms rested on the back of the sofa. I looked over my shoulder at him, smiling. "I like it like this."
Tomasso got up and grinned, his cock finally in my view. He was perfect, just the right size and thickness, and I knew it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. He finished taking off his shirt, and I was impressed even more. He was ripped, with thick, rolling slabs of muscle on his body. He paused to slide my pants down further, only to be stopped by my boots. "We should take these off."
"Another time," I whispered, smiling. Would there be another time? I couldn’t believe I was thinking it, but I hoped so.
He took my waist in his hands, sliding into me in one long, deep thrust that had us both sighing in pleasure as he let go. Pushing back, I thrust myself back and forth on his cock while he kept himself perfectly still, letting the waves of pleasure wash over me. "Oh, Tomasso . . .”
He started to thrust slowly, in time with my hips so that we built together, in time to the music that was just coming back into my notice. We sped up, faster and faster, when Tomasso suddenly spanked my ass, right then left, adding electricity to the fire building inside us. It drove me wild, and I let myself totally go, the orgasm building inside me. Reaching down, I stroked my clit while he thrilled me, my body assaulted with sensation. "I'm going to come—don't stop!”
Instead of stopping, he sped up even more, his hips slapping against mine in time to the now frantically fast Brazilian music, and suddenly, I was there. I peaked, my pussy clenching as my body lost all control. I stiffened, unable to do anything but feel the amazing wave and Tomasso's cock pounding into me at blinding speed. He stiffened, and in a long moan, I felt his cock start to explode as his own orgasm washed over him and his fingers tightened nearly painfully on my hips. I felt another little thrill and smiled, letting my head sag into the cushion, blissful exhaustion washing over me. I was sobbing, both in happiness and release, and I’d never felt better in my life.
He slipped out, and I got off the sofa, realizing the music had stopped. I looked at him and wiped at my eyes, wondering if I'd been missing out by being so bitchy to him at times, but then I wondered if it could have happened any other way. I watched as he fixed his clothes, slipping the condom off and tossing it into a wastebasket in the corner before tucking himself away and fixing his shirt and tie. "Come on," he said, with none of the tenderness or affection I'd felt while he was inside me. "We still have another stop to make tonight."