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Our hands roam each other's bodies feverishly, hungry for more contact. With a swift movement, I clear the dining table. The sound of shattering glass barely registers in my mind as I lift Romola onto the table, her legs wrapping around me instinctively.
I eagerly hike up her dress, revealing her full, naked thighs. “Fuck,” I say, as I hook my fingers into the sides of her black lacy panties and tug them up so they wedge into her pussy.
She moans with desire as I hold her thighs, feet still crossed behind my back and spread her knees apart for me. I look down to where her pussy lips are swelling on either side of the black lace, right where my cock will be in a minute.
Romola pushes herself up on her arms, looking where I’m looking. “This is so hot’” she manages to groan.
I take the front of her dress and give it a violent tug, ripping it open all down the front and revealing the sexy matching lace bra. “You’re a brute,” she sighs, her eyes now fully dilated.
“I’ll buy you a new dress,” I grin at her before I duck down between her legs.
She tasted sweet and salty, and her flavor was mixed with the wine we sipped. I lick the skin around her panty, her heat enveloping me as her legs tremble under my touch. With one hand, I hold her hips steady, lifting her closer to my mouth, while the other hand massages her clit, causing her to moan and arch her back, wanting.
“Get that thing off me. I need to feel more of your tongue on me.” She sounds nearly desperate. I oblige and tear the center of the flimsy lace garment.
“Now that the decorations are out of the way let’s get to the dessert.” With my tongue, I trace the outline of her pussy, sliding over each crevice until I reach her center. I lick her from top to bottom, her juices dripping down my mouth.
“Oh Fiero,” she moans, her voice like gravel. Her fingers reach my hair, and she pulls at it, bringing me deeper into her. With a grin, I slide one finger in and begin to tap against her clit.
Her entire body shakes like an earthquake. Her voice goes an octave higher. “Oh Fiero,” she cries out again. “Oh, fuuuuck,” she says just as I insert another finger.
I dab at her clit with my tongue, my fingers fucking her hard. Her entire body moves. I roll my eyes up to see her breasts jiggle from the force of my assault. Feeling satisfied, I make my fingers slower but harder, tapping at just that one sweet spot…
Within a few seconds, she’s moaning, her breathing grows erratic, and her muscles tighten. She arches her back, her breaths growing more ragged, her body trembling harder. She releases a scream that echoes through the kitchen as she reaches her climax. Her juices gush, telling me she’s open for more.
Without waiting to catch my breath, I stand. Even before the waves of her first orgasm pass, I slide my big, hard cock into her with a jamming force.
“Oh Fiero!” she screams with sheer joy, her one hand now on her forehead. Her eyes are closed, her back is arched, her tits reach for the sky, and she’s a divine vision I know I’ll never get out of my head.
I pound her hard and fast. Her warm, tight pussy envelops me, and her soft moans fill the kitchen. Her body responds to my every touch, her hips meeting my thrusts. She's mine, and I'm hers.
I grip her hips. My sweat mingles with hers as we move together, each stroke deeper and more passionate than the last. I can feel her wetness on my cock as I slide in and out, her gasps and moans filling the kitchen.
Above the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, I hear her tell me to take her. “Fuck me, Fiero. I’m yours. Fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I grab both her legs and scissor them over my shoulder, so my cock goes in against her walls as deep as it can. She sucks in a breath, almost losing consciousness from the pleasure. And I? I feel like a mad man, caught in a high I never want to come down from.
My animalistic thrusts grow harder and faster, our bodies slamming into each other with a force that could shatter the walls around us. I feel my cock throb, ready for release.
“Romola,” I say, still clutching her legs. I close my eyes, and it takes everything in me not to pour into her. I can feel every vein in my cock and every crevice in her pussy.
Without warning, Romola's orgasm hits her, her body writhing and tensing under my touch. I feel her juices flood my cock, the sensation sending me into my own release. After one final, powerful thrust, I pull out and explode on her thighs, my cum dripping down her creamy skin.
She lays there, panting and gasping for air. I stand holding the table, my head bent down, as I catch my breath. Once I know I won’t totally pass out from the pleasure, I help her clean up with a cloth serviette.
Then, I slowly wrap her torn dress around her and carry her to my bedroom, where she falls asleep in my arms. I do, too, eventually, but not before I bring her some fresh clothes I keep for last-minute guests and lay them beside her on a chair.
Chapter 38
Romola
I’m walking through a dark corridor filled with bats. Every direction I turn to is another locked door. Suddenly, in front of me, Rafaele appears, with blood dripping from his teeth.
I scream and try to run back, but there’s a wall there now. It’s only a dream, Romola. Wake up. Wake up! But I don’t wake up.
A body falls from the sky. Rafaele moves towards it, teeth exposed. He turns the body’s face, his teeth going for the neck… No. Fiero! In Fiero’s hand is a blue stone … larger than Rafaele’s, but the second half. I’m sure of it.
Just then, a figure appears—a man dressed in drapes, but it’s no ordinary man. He’s got this shine to him, this ethereal glow. In a low voice, he tells me to wake up. “Get the diamond, Romola. It’s time.”
