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I felt the vibrations of his groan right before his finger took over, sliding into me on that perfect angle that hit my G-spot from the very first stroke. The man worked my body like a master, fingering me so that every stroke drove me higher, but so slowly, it kept me reaching for it, yearning for it, but I could quite touch the precipice. It was right there, right in front of me.
“Faster,” I pleaded.
But he withdrew instead, grazing his finger up to my anus and penetrating me there, slowly. It wasn’t the first time he’d touched me there, but this time felt different, particularly when he’d worked one finger in and started on another, scissoring his fingers and stretching me. Thrills and chills shot down my spine. I wanted what it seemed he was gearing up for, but this was also uncharted territory for me.
It surprised me, nonetheless, when his fingers disappeared after a moment. From my bent position, I looked over my shoulder to watch as he began to shed the rest of his clothes, yanking off his soaking wet trousers along wit his boxer briefs until finally, he was gloriously naked, the pierced head of his cock glinting at me, making my mouth water.
He moved behind me, and the plump, pierced tip of his cock pressed against my slit for the span of a heartbeat before he grabbed my hip and thrust in hard. Deep.
The stretch, the burn, the way his piercing grazed over my G-spot, all of it twisted inside me and shot me toward the precipice so fast, it made my head spin with the intensity of the sensations.
His free hand moved to my breast, squeezing and pinching my nipple. But even in this mad race to orgasm, his hand was more careful than usual, keeping far away from the wound down the center of my chest. And perhaps it was only the stimulation his fingers were providing, but I think it was more that reached into the core of me in that moment and drew an orgasm up from the depths that rocketed through my body with the force of hurricane that made me scream and left me gasping for breath.
He slowed his strokes as my inner walls spasmed around him, and then he withdrew entirely. A whimper rose up in my throat at the loss, but it got strangled there when the tip of his erection slid up and pressed against my anus.
He grabbed my wet hair with one hand and yanked my head back to look at him.
“Relax for me,perla.I want to be in every part of you.”
It was easier to nod than I’d expected. A part of me still feared that he wouldn’t fit, but there was no denying my heart was pounding, not in fear, but because I wanted this too.
“Do it,” I said, loud and clear.
He looked at me for a brief moment like he was surprised by my easy acquiescence, then turned his attention to his task, grabbing hold of my hip as he pressed forward, driving the head of his cock into my virgin ass, little by little.
The stretch, the burn; it hurt, but I dug my fingers into the shower wall and held on, knowing he’d make it good for me.
He stilled when he was all the way inside me, his hips against my backside.
“Christ, you feel incredible,” he said, loud enough I could hear his voice.
Rather than withdraw, he slipped a hand beneath me, and his fingers settled on my clit, rubbing, pinching.
By the time he withdrew and then thrust back in, I was climbing again, and the new sensations sent me higher. Faster. So fast, the pleasure receptors in my brain felt overloaded. And when he picked up his pace, fucking me faster and rubbing my clit harder, everything went haywire. It was too much and not enough and so much more than I could handle.
He still had his grip in my hair and he used it to turn my head back to him again.
“Come for me,perla,” he commanded, his jaw clenched tight.
He kept his grip on my hair, watching me as the first shockwave of my orgasm hit me, and then another and another.
He kept his fingers on my clit as he yanked his cock out of me, and I felt the hot spurts of his come across my back and down my backside.
I leaned hard against the wall, feeling spent, like every muscle in my body had been worked thoroughly, so I didn’t mind at all when he stood me up and turned me around, gathering me into his arms.
Instead of stepping out of the shower, though, he stood still, his eyes meeting mine. There had been a great many times in my life when I’d missed my hearing. This was not one of them. I could see everything he was feeling in his eyes. And knowing he could hide it so well when he chose to do so, there wasn’t a doubt that this was deliberate. It was his intention to let me in like this, just as much as I’d let him inside me.
“I love you, Amadeo,” I said, words I’d never thought I would say.
“Ti amo, perla,” he said. “Always.”
Epilogue
Heidi
The air in the room snapped with tension.
I could feel it coming from Vito and Bruno behind me and from the two bulky men in black suits who stood just inside the parlor doorway. And I could certainly feel it in the pit of my stomach, gnawing at me with each passing second.
