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I gave an experimental roll of my hips. He moaned, which I took as a good sign. “More?”
Giulio’s fingers clutched the sheets. “Madre di dio, will you fuck me already?”
Grabbing the plastic bottle, I drizzled some extra lube where we were connected as a precaution. His hole was stretched around me, and I knew I’d never forget this moment, when this brave and beautiful man let me have all of him.
I braced my knees on the mattress and gave a few rough thrusts. His chest heaved as moans fell from his lips. “Yes, Alessio. Let me have it.”
“Get up on your knees,” I ordered.
He moved to his knees and positioned his ass in the air, but kept his upper half on the mattress. The new angle pulled me deeper, and we both groaned. Then I began really fucking him. My hips slammed against his ass, my balls swinging with each thrust. Every drag of my cock hit his prostate, and I could see goosebumps break out across his skin.
“Cazzo madre di dio!” He threw his head back. “It feels incredible.”
I kept pounding, grinding. Sweat coated my body and my heart thumped wildly in my chest, the urge to come rising in my groin. I ignored it. I needed Giulio to enjoy this. Getting him off was all that mattered.
“You are so fucking hot,” I said. “Bent over and letting me take your ass. You like it, no? You like being fucked by me.”
“Sì, sì. Mi piace così tanto.”
I was glad he liked it, but I needed him to finish. I was so close.
Putting a hand on his shoulder, I lifted him upright. I kissed the nape of his neck. “I can’t get enough of you. I want you all the fucking time.”
His mouth hung open, his skin flushed. I loved seeing him like this, mindless with lust and impaled on my cock. I grabbed his dick and jerked him hard and fast. “I need you to come, principe. Come, so I can shoot inside you. You can feel what it’s like to have me dripping out of your hole this time.”
“Oh, shit!” He clenched around me as his dick swelled and began pulsing. Thick ropes of come shot out of him, coating the bedsheets, and his fingers dug into the backs of my thighs.
The pressure around my cock was too much. There was no stopping the orgasm that rushed over me. I gave a few pumps and then I was shouting, trembling, hot jets erupting and filling him. The high was unlike any other orgasm in my life, never-ending and soul deep. I wasn’t sure I’d ever recover.
Finally, we both collapsed. Lightheaded, I rested on his back and floated. Breath sawed out of my lungs. Madonna, this had wrecked me. Giulio wrecked me. Never before had I experienced this desperation, this all-consuming need for another person.
This thing between us wasn’t only physical. I felt deeply for him. I wanted his smiles, his laughter. To be close to him at all times. I ached when we weren’t in the same room.
“Amore mio,” I whispered, shifting to press my lips to his shoulder.
He moaned deep in his throat. “I like that.”
“The fucking? Or the endearment?”
“Both.” His hand wrapped around to clutch my thigh again, like he needed to touch me in some way.
Eventually my dick was soft enough to slip out of his hole. He winced as I pulled away. “Okay?” I asked.
He nodded. “You were right. It was different.”
“Better, I hope?”
The edge of his mouth curled. “Yes, better. I don’t know if I’d want to do it often, but occasionally it would be nice.” He stretched his arms and legs. “I feel sore, but relaxed. It’s strange.”
“Good. Stay here.”
Pushing up, I went to the washroom. I wet a cloth with warm water and brought it out. Giulio reached for it , but I batted his hand away. “Let me do it. I want to take care of you.” I kissed the inside of his thigh.
“You don’t need to.”
“Yes, I do.”
I needed an excuse to keep touching him. I wanted to store up the feel of his skin, the warmth of his smile. The way he looked in bed, with the afternoon sunlight streaming across his chiseled features.
