“No, I…” Sabrina let out a gasp, curling into Cesare further with a shudder as he continued his assault on her senses. “Show me, please.” She whispered a plea, and dammit if Cesare didn’t feel like he would do absolutely anything to hear her beg again.
“Oh, tesoro.” He soothed, pulling her tighter against him, his thick cock now unmistakably hard and insistent against her body.
Sabrina let out another gasp, this time her eyes widening like a surprised schoolgirl.
“Do you need a little help, baby?” He asked, his voice was low and guttural.
“Yes.” She gasped as his hands went to grip her by the ass, kneading the flesh and intensifying the press of their bodies together.
“Slide your hands up under my shirt, like this.” He coached, running his fingers underneath the back of Sabrina’s shirt, caressing the skin of her back and delighting in her shivers. “When you scratch my back or my chest like this, it tells me you like this; to keep doing what I’m doing.”
Sabrina lightly drug her nails up his back, and Cesare nodded. “Just like that, a little harder.”
Sabrina followed the instruction and pressed deeper into his skin as she raked her nails down. Cesare released a guttural, almost animalistic groan.
“Like that?” Sabrina smiled, pride suffusing her voice at his response.
“Just like that.” He groaned. He pulled back a moment, intent on taking his shirt off, and then blinked. They were still out in the middle of the rescue’s main room.
Cesare whipped his shirt off in one smooth motion and then leaned back in. “Office.” He muttered as he pressed a kiss to her mouth. “Now.”
Cesare guided her back to the office, pausing a moment before entering the smaller room. His eyes met hers with an intensity that made everything else around them go hazy. He then gave her a slight smile and squeezed her hand as they crossed the last steps into the office.
“What are the rules?” He asked her gently, pulling her back into his arms in front of the bed.
Sabrina’s cheeks went a beguiling shade of pink. “Green means go, yellow means slow down and communicate, and red means stop?” She asked with a nervous smile.
“Good,” Cesare nodded. “And what else?”
“To enjoy myself and trust you to take care of me.” She answered quietly but firmly.
Cesare nodded. “Well answered, baby.”
He watched the sudden hitch in her breath and grinned. “Do you like that, Sabrina? Beingpraised?”
“You know I do.” She blushed, reaching out to trail a hand down his shirtless chest.
“Raise your hands up above your head.” He instructed.
Sabrina followed the command as he lifted her shirt up and over her shoulders. Something about the soft thud of her shirt hitting the carpet floor embedded itself in the back of Cesare’s mind.
“So beautiful, tesoro.” He praised, his eyes glued to her smooth breasts cradled by a soft white cotton bra.
Sabrina took a deep breath, the move lifting her breasts. Cesare closed the distance between them and gently palmed the one on the right, his thumb tracing an almost reverent circle around the hardened nipple.
Cesare took her lips in his as he pressed his thick, insistent cock against her body once more, grinding against Sabrina’s soft stomach.
“Fuck.” He breathed, taking a step back.
Sabrina returned his gaze, looking doe eyed and so very fuckable, waiting for whatever was next. Cesare took another step back, taking pleasure in Sabrina’s expression as he made quick work of his pants; basking in the admiration and tentative excitement playing across her face.
Something like wonder flashed in her eyes for a moment, and it made him ache for her even more. After a few moments,he returned to her once again, standing tall and proud; bare for her to see.
Sabrina’s heart was pounding, and Cesare took particular delight in the blush that touched her cheeks and spread across her upper chest. He removed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around her waist once more, and pressed a kiss to her mouth.
“Going to unwrap you like a present.” He muttered, pressing a line of kisses down her throat as he undid her bra; feeling victorious when it too fell to the ground. Sabrina arched with a soft-spun, breathless moan when his lips closed around a nipple and then sucked.
“Color?” Cesare asked.
