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Romola
Fiero's strong arms knock all the breath out of me as he picks me up without notice, effortlessly carrying me through the dimly lit hallway. The bare skin where his hands touch me tingles gently, spreading through my erogenous regions. I clench my legs tight, already high, with thoughts of what this is going to lead to.
Less than a minute later, we’re in his room. He shuts the door behind us and carries me to the bed, where he lays me down gently, yet I’m not fooled by the leisurely motions. I can see the hunger in his eyes from the way they sweep over my face, trail down my breasts, rest on my belly, and thirst at the clenching of my thighs.
He focuses back on my eyes and licks his lips reverently. Time stops, and I slowly bite my lower lip, arching my back in the air as I glide my fingers down my bra, circle my belly button, and rest them on my clit. His breath hitches as I begin to move my fingers in circular motions, hinting at what I want.
The air around us simmers so hot from the waves of passion radiating from Fiero.
"Romola..." Fiero groans, jumping into bed with me. His eyes never leave mine as he rips my bra off in one swift motion, his teeth cutting through the clasps. I feel the cool breeze of the room on my exposed chest as he continues to stare at me, his gaze traveling down, taking in all of me.
My heart races as I reach to the seams of my panties and slide them down my hips. I wriggle out of them, lifting my legs up to help him slide them off.
He then returns and lies next to me, head propped up on one arm, tracing my every curve, starting at my neck, down to my collarbone, grazing my breasts with feather-light touches. His fingers brush the insides of my wrists, then he moves to my waist and finally to the curve of my hips.
Each contact sends shockwaves through me, igniting a fire that dances between my legs. Suddenly, I urgently need him.
"Fiero," I moan, my voice shaky.
His fingers reach my thighs, and I can no longer contain myself. My hands reach up, grasping his boxers, pulling him closer. “Take them off,” I demand.
Fiero obliges, pulling them down, his erection springing free. It's hard and heavy, throbbing between us. He positions himself above me, our eyes locked, the tension rising. I can see the rapid pulse in the strong muscles of his neck, matching the rapid pace of my breaths.
He slowly enters me, driving deep inside me, his eyes never leaving mine. I cry out, arching my back, the pleasure coursing through me like a raging river. He begins to move within me, his cock hitting every angle, making me aware of just how right he fits.
Each thrust makes me want more, and I roll my hips in tune with his moves. Our skin meets, sweat mingling, our bodies becoming one.
His hands find their way into the thick tresses of my hair. I can feel the strength of his fingers as they weave through my waves, pulling me up until our lips finally meet. It’s a fervent kiss, and he takes this moment to drive himself deeper into me until I’m trembling from that sweet sensation where pleasure meets pain.
"Sei bellissima," Fiero murmurs, releasing my lips and pulling my arms up above my head as he continues to fuck me, his green eyes drinking in the sight of me with undisguised appreciation. "I never imagined anyone could be so beautiful."
I blush at his words and tilt my head to the side. He groans and nibs my ear. We move faster.
Fiero continues his sweet assault, driving me ever closer to the edge of ecstasy. “Oh Fiero,” I moan. “Oh baby. I think I’ll cum.”
I can feel his cock all swollen inside me, my pussy stretched tight. The warmth begins to spread, the pleasure pounding within my clit, ready to explode.
Fiero releases my wrists and grabs my breasts in pleasure, using them for support, and begins to pound me hard. Skin slaps against skin as my back arches with painful pleasure.
My voice rises in a primal scream, my eyes wide and wild as Fiero holds steadfast, his hips pounding furiously into me. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my body writhing beneath his. My nails sink into his back, harder and harder with each thrust.
Then, as if the heavens themselves open, my body convulses. My orgasm seeps through me, and I scream, losing all control as I begin to shake from the explosion of pleasure.
I’m breathless and tired, yet he tells me, “We’re not done yet, baby. I haven’t even shown you half the man I am.”
His words reach into me, and I feel like succumbing to him. To please him, I surrender. “What do you want, baby?” I ask.
“You. You. You.”
Without even giving me a moment’s respite, he flips me over on my knees. I gasp, falling to my chest, my ass up. He lifts me up by my shoulders and places a cushion under my stomach. Then, he grabs my arms and places them on the headrest. “Hold tight,” he says and slams into me from behind.
“Oh Fiero,” I cry out loud, my breasts reaching for the sky, my back arching, wanting him to go deeper.
As he thrusts into me from behind, the slap of our bodies echoes in the room, filling it with primal, animalistic energy.
My breath catches in my throat with every deep thrust, creating a rhythmic, throaty sound. Each movement drives me higher and higher towards the peak. My nails dig into the headrest, gripping it tightly as my hips throwback to meet him, matching his rhythm as we lose control and surrender to our need for each other.
Our skin is slick with sweat.
