Kapitel 3: A Night in Rome (3)(final)

A shiver went down my back as she spread her fingers over the hard plane of my stomach, caressing my skin. It felt amazing all those years ago, and it still felt amazing today.

I slipped a finger over the top of her panties, sliding them down her thighs and leaving her naked in front of me. Then, I dropped on one knee, bringing my face to her core, and she whimpered.

One of her hands gripped my shoulder, the other one running through my hair as our eyes locked. She watched me as I closed my lips over her, flickering my tongue over her clit.

After a few moments, her eyes closed, back arching as she gasped with pleasure, and I licked her and sucked her, my cock getting harder just from seeing her wither from pleasure.

The pleasure I was giving her.

When her hips started thrusting towards me, the grip in my hair tightening, I knew she was getting closer, desperately chasing her orgasm. I slipped a finger inside her, massaging her from the inside, and then I slipped another.

"Oh, yes," she gasped, rolling her hips. "Oh, please."

I smiled to myself, watching her body arch and move and beg for a release. I could do this to her all night and never get tired of it.

She cried out one last time, her muscles tensing, and I felt her squeezing around my fingers inside as her orgasm washed over her body. I planted a soft kiss over her clit and rose to my feet.

Panting heavily, she opened her eyes, sweat already gathering on her skin. I unbuckled my belt, letting my hard cock out, and she licked her lips as she looked down between us.

"God, I've forgotten how big you are," she whispered, bringing her hips to the edge of the sink, her thighs pressing around me.

I brought my cock to her entrance, barely able to hold myself in check at how bad I wanted her. Our lips met, and I gently grazed my teeth over her lips and then thrust inside her, filling her all.

She cried out, breathing hard as her nails dug into my back. My insides were burning. My skin was burning. I slid out all the way before thrusting in again, and with each movement, her breasts swayed, back arching as she tried to pull me closer to her.

Soon, I couldn't control the hunger inside me, and slow teasing thrusts turned into faster, more demanding ones as our bodies collided, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the bathroom.

Someone might hear us from behind the door. I didn't care about that, though, buried deep inside her, feeling the warmth around my cock and her breath over my lips.

"Harder," she demanded, breathless.

I gripped her hips tighter, keeping her in place as I dove harder inside her, feeling the fire pool to my stomach and my balls. I wasn't going to last much longer.

Reaching between us with one hand, I let my thumb slide over her wet clit, taunting it in circles as I continued pounding inside her, and soon, her body tensed, her legs wrapping tighter around me as she came once more.

Her warm pussy squeezed me, and I groaned, thrusting faster, chasing my own orgasm. Three more thrusts, and I was trembling as I spilled inside her.

God, this felt good. Better than good.

We lingered there for a few more moments, breathing together, letting our bodies come down from the high. Then, I buckled my pants up and helped her clean up.

As I finished buttoning my shirt up, ready to go back, I pulled her to my chest and said, "Lose the guy. You're having dinner with the family."

I made the mistake of letting her go ten years ago. I wasn't about to repeat the same mistake again.