Cesare moved his hand to the junction of her legs, pressing firmly on the center crease of her yoga pants, rewarded by a soft moan.
They fell into a rhythm, and he ground his thick cock into her center, muttering the filthiest praise that started to send her mind somewhere warm and floaty and soft spun.
“Want to see you.” Cesare’s voice was almost guttural. “Want to see your pretty tits, baby.”
Sabrina released her hold on his cock for a moment and lifted her arms as he pulled her shirt up and over her head. The discarded top fell to the floor as Cesare palmed one of her breasts. The move elicited a sensuous cry from Sabrina as Cesare leaned down to press a kiss against the exposed flesh, an almost reverent expression on his face.
Cesare switched breasts as he took his length in his own hands and stroked it once more.
“Touch your clit for me, baby. We’re going to come together. Just like that.”
Sabrina gratefully followed the instruction, slipping a hand down the front of her pants and rubbing on her clit. She gave a soft moan of relief and pressed a kiss against the curve of Cesare’s neck.
He gave a harsh pant that sounded almost pained at the feel of her mouth on his sensitive flesh. “I’m going to come on you.” He muttered. “I’m going to come on your beautiful tits, and you’re going to take it like a good girl, aren’t you?”
When Sabrina gave him a breathless nod, he rewarded her with a devouring kiss.
“I’m going to…” She broke off with a pleasurable whimper as Cesare slid his hand down the front of her pants.
With a roguish grin, he pressed his fingers over hers, mimicking the pattern she’d been massaging. His added touch sent a surge of pleasure through her. “So good, letting me touch you like this, baby.” He praised.
Sabrina nodded as she arched, her hips bucking against his hand. “Please!” She pleaded.
His sweet tesoro was so close, and she was about to come all over his fingers for the first time. He needed her pleasure like he needed his next breath. She just needed a little more encouragement.
“Have you been good, Sabrina?” Cesare asked, his voice deep and husky.
“Yes!” Sabrina cried out, her legs beginning to shake.
“Are you sure?” Cesare needled. “Only good girls get to come.”
Cesare increased the pressure and speed of his thumb against her clit, and Sabrina groaned audibly when she realized she was waiting for hispermission, hisapprovalto come. She needed it like she needed her next breath.
“Please! I've been good. I've been so good.” Sabrina whimpered in desperation. Her red copper curls moved with a life of their own as she threw her head back, arching against Cesare in pleasure.
“Come for me now, tesoro. So good for me, baby. So fucking beautiful.” Cesare rumbled.
Sabrina gave a sharp cry as her orgasm ripped through her. A moment later, Cesare pulled back with a groan, and shewatched as thick ropes of cum shot out of his cock, landing on the curve of her breasts and the softness of her stomach.
Cesare’s gaze remained glued to the sight of her, as he continued to come with a shudder, eventually resting his head on her shoulder with a groan as he watched his cum slowly drip down her breasts.
“This pussy is mine. I’m going to take all of your firsts, Sabrina.” He vowed. “But we’re going to take our time. You’re going to let me take care of you, baby. Can you do that?” He asked.
Sabrina nodded, feeling slightly out of her body. It was a paradoxical feeling, because she’d also never been more alive. A warm rag ran down her breasts and the pane of her stomach, and her muscles clenched and relaxed in response to the sensation.
“I’m taking you back to bed.” He soothed. “Where I’m going to feed you breakfast, and then you’re going to get more than two hours of sleep.”
Sabrina made a relieved sound. “Okay. I need to check on the animals, though.”
Cesare looked at her contemplatively before reluctantly nodding. He picked her up off the counter and put her back on her feet before him. “Five minutes, and then your ass is back in bed.” He said matter-of-factly.
Sabrina tilted her head, amused. “I’m not disagreeing, but curious. What happens if I’m not back in 5 minutes?” She asked.
“I pull you over my lap at a time of my choosing and spank you for every minute you’re late.” Cesare answered as calmly as if he’d been discussing the weather. He checked his watch as he gave the curve of said ass an affectionate pat. “It’s 9:27. I’ll seeyou in bed at 9:32.” He affirmed, kissing her on the forehead once more before turning towards the microwave.
Sabrina had a difficult time keeping her mouth from falling open. Spanking? She’d never been spanked in her life.
“What if I have to go to the bathroom?” She asked, feeling a myriad of conflicting feelings.
