He grabs my thighs and lifts me. Just picks me up like I weigh nothing and my legs wrap around his waist and the feeling of his bare chest against mine makes me moan against his neck ,he's carrying me through the apartment, one arm under my ass, the other hand gripping my hip, and his mouth is on my collarbone biting softly while he walks and I'm clinging to him with my face buried in his neck trying not to fall apart before we even reach wherever he's taking me.
He drops me on the bed. The mattress is wide and the sheets are dark and cool against my back. He stands at the edge looking down at me and I'm breathing hard and he's just standing there, belt still on, trousers still on, looking at me spread out on his bed like he's deciding where to start.
He kneels on the bed between my legs and leans down and kisses my stomach. Soft. Slow. His lips trailing down while his hands slide up my thighs spreading them wider. He hooks his fingers into my underwear and pulls them down my legs and drops them somewhere behind him and the air hits me and I'm completely bare in front of a man I met three hours ago and I should feel vulnerable but I don't because the way he's looking at me isn't making me feel exposed. It's making me feel wanted in a way I forgot existed.
He kisses the inside of my thigh. Then the other one. His mouth is warm and slow and he's taking his time and I want to scream at him to stop teasing but then his tongue presses flat against my clit and my back arches off the bed and every thought I've ever had leaves my skull.
He eats me Like this is for him as much as it is for me. His tongue moves in slow circles around my clit and then drags lower, dipping inside me, and his hands grip my thighs holding them apart because I keep trying to close them. Not because I want him to stop but because the pleasure is so intense my body doesn't know what to do with it.
My hand finds his hair. I grip hard and he groans against me and I feel the vibration of it against my pussy and my hips buck into his face and he lets me, lets me grind against his tongue while his hands keep my thighs pinned open. His lips close around my clit and he sucks gently and two of his fingers slide inside me at the same time and I make a sound I've never heard myself make before, high and desperate and broken.
"Oh my God—"
He curls his fingers and finds a spot inside me that makes my vision blur and he presses against it, over and over, his tongue still working my clit, and I'm climbing so fast I can't breathe. My thighs are shaking on either side of his head and my hand is gripping his hair so tight it has to hurt but he doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, just keeps going with the same steady rhythm until my entire body tenses and I come so hard I can feel it in my teeth.
He doesn't stop. I'm still pulsing around his fingers and his mouth is still on me and it's too much, it's way too much, and I try to push his head away but he grabs my wrist and pins it to my hip and keeps going ,I feel a second orgasm building on top of the first one before the first one is even finished.
"I can't— Leonardo, I can't—"
He pulls back just enough to look up at me from between my legs and his lips are wet and his eyes are dark and he holds eye contact while his fingers push deeper and curl again and I come a second time with his name caught somewhere between my teeth and my throat.
He kisses the inside of my thigh softly while I come down. Almost sweet. Like he didn't just destroy me. Then he stands up and unbuckles his belt and I watch him through half-closed eyes because my body feels boneless but I'm watching every movement — the way his hands work the leather through the buckle, the way his trousers drop, the way his boxers follow and he's—
He's big. Thick. And I feel my stomach clench just looking at him because I already know this is going to be a lot and I already know I want every inch of it.
He reaches for a condom from the nightstand, tears it with his teeth, rolls it on, and then he's over me, his forearms on either side of my head, his body covering mine, and the weight of him on top of me makes me feel something I wasn't expecting. Safe. Which is insane because nothing about this is safe.
He pushes inside me slowly and my mouth drops open but nothing comes out. He fills me inch by inch and my hands grip his back and my nails dig into his skin and he drops his forehead against mine and exhales through his nose, controlled, like he's holding himself together.
"Fuck," he breathes, and hearing him lose even that one word makes me clench around him and his hips jerk forward pushing the rest of the way in and I gasp and my legs wrap around his waist pulling him deeper.
He pulls out slow and pushes back in slow and it's devastating, the drag of him against every nerve inside me, and I can feel all of him and he's hitting something deep that makes my eyes sting. I was already crying from the pleasure.
His pace builds gradually. Long deep strokes that make the headboard creak and my breath catch every time he bottoms out. My nails drag down his back and he groans into my neck and bites down on my shoulder and thrusts harder and I cry out because the combination of his teeth and his cock hitting that spot is short-circuiting everything.
"Don't stop," I manage, and my voice sounds wrecked and far away. "Please don't stop."
He doesn't stop. He shifts his angle slightly, lifts one of my legs higher against his side, and the next thrust goes so deep I see white. His hand grabs the headboard above me and he uses it for leverage, driving into me harder, faster, and I'm moaning with every stroke and I can't control it anymore. I can't control anything.
I come again. The third time. It crashes through me without warning and I clench around him so tight that his rhythm breaks and he stutters inside me, his grip on the headboard turning his knuckles white, and he swears under his breath in Italian and the sound of it, the rawness of it, makes the orgasm pulse longer than it should.
He slows down but he doesn't pull out. He stays inside me, his forehead against my shoulder, both of us breathing hard, sweat between our chests. His hand strokes down my side gently, over my ribs, my waist, my hip. Soft. Like he's soothing me. Like he knows he just put my body through something and he's bringing me back down.
He pulls out and flips me over.
My face presses into the pillow and his hand slides up my spine and presses between my shoulder blades pushing me down gently but firmly and his other hand grips my hip pulling me up until I'm on my knees with my chest against the mattress and I can feel him behind me, the head of his cock pressing against me, and I'm so wet and swollen that when he pushes back in the sound that fills the room is obscene and neither of us cares.
This angle is deeper. I feel him everywhere. His hand fists my hair and pulls my head back gently and his hips snap against me and I moan into the dark room and grip the sheets because I need something to hold onto. His other hand reaches around and his fingers find my clit, swollen and sensitive, and he rubs in tight circles while he fucks me from behind and my arms give out and I collapse forward and he follows me down, his chest against my back, his mouth at my ear, and I can hear every breath, every groan, every low sound he makes, and it's the most intimate thing I've ever experienced with a stranger.
"You feel so good." His voice in my ear is rough and low "You have no idea how good you feel."
I push my hips back into him because I can't speak anymore. Words left me about two orgasms ago and all I have left is my body and the sounds I'm making into his pillow and the way my hand reaches back and grabs the back of his neck because I need him close, closer, as close as two people can physically get.
His pace gets rougher. his grip on my hip tightens hard enough to leave marks, the way his thrusts get shorter and deeper and harder. His fingers press harder against my clit and I shatter again, my whole body locking up, and I hear myself say his name but it doesn't sound like my voice, it sounds like someone drowning.
He comes right after me. I feel him tense behind me, his whole body going rigid, his hips pressing flush against me and staying there while he groans into my shoulder and his hand grips the sheet next to my head so hard it pulls off the corner of the mattress.
We stay like that. His chest against my back, his breathing rough against my shoulder, his heartbeat hammering through his ribs into mine. Neither of us moves. Neither of us speaks. The room smells like sex and sweat and his cologne and I'm breathing all of it in.
His lips press against my shoulder lazily .His arm slides around my waist and he pulls me into him and I let him because my body has no fight left in it. I'm hollowed out, every part of me that was wound tight for months just went slack under his hands and I couldn't move if I wanted to.
His thumb traces a slow line back and forth across my stomach. His nose presses into my hair. His breathing slows against the back of my neck, evening out.
I should leave. I should get dressed and call a cab and go home and be smart about this.
His arm tightens around me.
I close my eyes.
I'll be smart in the morning.