“I’d do anything for you, Gloria. Anything.” And with that vow, Aldo drove himself into her.

61

Gloria wasn’t clear on the physics of it all. However, she had been operating on the assumption that there was no way that Aldo Moretta’s magnificent cock should have fit inside her. But fit it did. And even stretched right up to and maybe just a bit beyond her limits, she was hurtling toward the second orgasm of her life, and he hadn’t even moved a damn muscle yet.

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Aldo gasped into her neck and shoulder.

He was sheathed in her. Bound to her. Just that joining, that scrape of his chest hair over her sensitive nipples, his expletive-laden gasp of joy, made her come.

She felt it rise up in her like a prayer lifting to the heavens and then break around them in a dazzling array of fireworks. She felt it in her fingertips, her toes, the roots of her hair. She was coming so hard Gloria couldn’t tell if her eyes were open or closed because there was nothing but fireworks.

Aldo grunted dark, dirty words of praise as she clamped around his cock like a vice. Then he moved. She didn’t know enough about orgasms to know if this was the same one or Round Two. But either way, if she could have told Aldo “I told you so,” she would have.

As it was, she’d lost the power of speech.

His breath was hot on her cheek, his soft grunts as he withdrew only to sink back into her welcoming flesh were sinfully erotic. For a woman who had only experienced mediocre sex with a lousy lover, Aldo Moretta was a Sex God. He used those long, slow thrusts to drive her insane. Gloria writhed beneath him, joyfully accepting his weight on her. She hitched her hips up higher, begging for more speed.

He was making love to her. Honoring her with his body.

“There’s so much I want to show you, give you,” he said, pressing kisses to her neck, her jaw, as he moved inside her. “This isn’t enough.”

Her eyes fluttered open. “We have all night.”

“Still not enough.” He caught her lower lip between his teeth. “I want to show you all the ways you can come. I want to taste you, every single inch of you. I want to belong to you.”

“Oh, God, Aldo.” Her teeth chattered. Those delicate inner walls were already tremoring again at his words. “Don’t stop!” she hissed.

Oh, God. She was yelling orders at her lover while he was inside her. Two orgasms, and she’d turned into some needy dominatrix.

He cracked a half grin. “Say it again, and I’ll move,” he promised.

Aldo gave her a teasing half-thrust. And it worked. “Gah! Aldo!”