I bucked, thrusting backwards. I did it over and over, again and again, and every time I did, Ettore’s tongue licked down low, glancing my clit. I fought for it. Oh God, I warred for a piece of heaven. And then, I was making restless sounds as I threw myself back into him, fucking his face. Wet, squelching sounds bounced off the walls. My clit began to swell, my hot pussy clenched and my stomach tensed as I felt it approach. He sucked at my puffy lips, groaning in pleasure. My entire body tightened and a low whine escaped me. Ettore slurped at my wet hole like I was a rare delicacy and, right then, I believed him.

More.

A little more.

Please.

My head flung back, my eyes fluttered and I panted without shame.

Right there.

That pant turned into short high-pitched cries of pure bliss. Ettore gripped my ass so hard I knew it would leave marks. Then, suddenly, it hit me like a fucking freight train. The abrupt scream that left me turned my throat raw on the inside. My body strained as I shook through my orgasm. And Ettore drank it up with a low groan of fulfilment.

My husband let me fall forward onto the bed. I gasped through the lingering pleasure. Somewhere behind me, I heard clothing rustle and before I had even come down from my high, Ettore flipped me over, yanked me forward, lifted my legs, lined himself up and plunged forward. My face turned pained. A weak cry left me as his thick cock stretched my raw, tender pussy but when I looked up at him, I seemed to forget all about the discomfort because Ettore was naked.

Gloriously naked.

His body was something out of a fine art exhibition. Muscled and strong, he was a living sculpture and mine to revere. Expression fierce, he bit his bottom lip as he plunged in and out, fucking me mercilessly. My entire body shook with every thrust.

He liked that.

He liked it even more when he gripped my bra and yanked harshly, exposing my modest breasts. And then he thrust with even more vigor just to watch them bounce. He cupped one soft tit, pinching my nipple hard. My tight body clenched around him and Ettore hissed out, “Look at how quickly she submits. She’s so good, responding to my touch.” He gripped my thigh, digging his nails into the tender flesh, staring unflinchingly down at where our bodied met. “Every time I pull out, she tries to suck me back in. Do you see that? Do you feel it?” He looked at me then, “Do you know what that means?” I shook my head and Ettore stilled inside of me balls deep, letting go of my leg to grasp my cheeks with rough hands, pulling out faces close where he proceeded to make my heart stutter. “She’s in love.”