Yasmine POV
"Shh..." he whispers, ascending over me as he captures my mouth in another profound kiss, a kiss that seemed to draw the very breath from my lungs and send it swirling back, laced with an unspoken intensity. Releasing me momentarily from the intoxicating embrace, he begins to undress, a deliberate and sensual act as he removes his shirt, revealing the taut muscles beneath, and then his slacks, which fall silently to the floor. Following this unveiling, he takes my hand, his touch both gentle and commanding, and guides it to enclose his hardened length, encouraging me with a subtle pressure to stroke him, a silent invitation to explore the burgeoning desire that pulsed between us. He groans, a deep, guttural sound that vibrates through the air, a testament to the pleasure and anticipation building within him, and then, with a fluid motion, he slides between my legs, positioning himself with careful precision, guiding the head of his shaft to my opening, a moment of exquisite anticipation. I gasp audibly, a sharp intake of breath as he commences the act of pushing into my body, a sensation both foreign and achingly familiar. Obscured by the darkness, the shadows playing tricks on my perception, I cannot fully discern his size, yet he feels enormous, a potent force as the head of his cock slowly penetrates my body, stretching and filling me with a pleasure that borders on pain.
He groans harshly, the sound laced with a raw intensity, as if in pain, yet there's an undercurrent of pleasure that betrays his suffering, and starts to move, his body a symphony of controlled power. The head of his cock rubs against a sensitive spot inside, a hidden nexus of pleasure that ignites with a searing heat, and I gasp, my stomach clenching in response to that intense sensation, a wave of pure sensation washing over me.
He knew, instinctively understanding the map of my body, and starts grinding against that exact spot, prolonging the exquisite torment, making me sob in pleasure, tears escaping my eyes as the intensity builds to a fever pitch.
And I, no longer a passive recipient but an active participant in this dance of desire, start grinding on his cock, meeting his rhythm with my own, reveling in the friction and the shared pleasure.
He starts moving slow at first, teasing and tantalizing, drawing out the anticipation, then in a fast pace, a whirlwind of sensation that threatens to consume me, driving me mad with sensations, each thrust more intense than the last. His thrusts become harder, faster, and more punishing, driving me higher and higher, ascending towards a peak I can scarcely imagine, until I am screaming in pleasure, my body arching against his, every nerve ending firing in a glorious explosion of sensation.
He suddenly pulls out, repositioning us with me on top and him below, before pushing inside me again. Holding on to my waist, he fucks me onto his cock while thrusting up. In this position, he's even deeper, using me as his cock bumps against my cervix, forcing me down. I can't help but release painful gasps, but that doesn't stop me from coming again. I sob with my back against his chest, gasping as my muscles clench around his shaft.
He curses and yells his release while holding me tight against his body.
We were both drenched in sweat, and I wondered how we got here while he still remains buried in me.
Luca POV
Almost immediately, I can tell she regrets this, but I can't blame her. I pull out of her, and she climbs off, ready to bolt, but I grab her. I won't let her deny what's between us.
"Let's go," she snarls.
"No, let me take care of you."
I get off the bed and drag her with me to the bathroom.