Authors: Mary Calmes

Acrobat (30 page)

“No more condoms,” he told me.

I nodded as he added a third finger, scissoring, stretching, and making me ready even though it was unnecessary. I groaned his name.

He hooked my legs up over his shoulders, lifting, shunting me to the edge of the couch as his hands gripped my ass tight and spread my cheeks.

I arched up toward him as he pressed his swollen head to my entrance.

“What do you want?”

The words were hard to form. Only babbling came out.

He pushed forward a fraction. “Nate?”

“You, Dreo! I want you!”

The plunge inside was hard and fast, and I yelled his name as the long, thick length of him dragged over my prostate. My hand went to my own cock as he thrust deeper with every stroke, his hands locked on my hips, adding to his domination of me.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, and I opened my eyes to see him watching as his cock filled my ass, pounding into me. He was lost now as his head fell back in submission to the sensations roaring through him. “I am so close, Nate, you—
ti amo
,
tu sei tutta la mia vita
!”

It sounded good, but I hardly cared.

“I love you, Nate. You’re my whole world.”

God.

His shaft, hammering into me, pounding me down into the couch, driving in and out, was all there was. The crest that was suddenly upon me, the orgasm torn from me, rushing through me, turned my vision white for long seconds.

My body clenched around Dreo’s cock, my muscles bearing down on him, rippling and spasming as he pumped cum deep inside my body. I felt the heat, the wet, coating me, running out of me, leaking down the inside of my thighs.

“
Sei così bello
….”

I shivered with my aftershocks, reaching up, pulling him close even though the front of his T-shirt was covered, splattered with my semen.

His mouth covered mine, and I opened for him, tasting and sucking on his tongue, the kiss hot and wet and claiming. Never had a lover made me so crazy, so needy, taken every artifice I had and stripped it away, leaving just me, vulnerable and wanting.

Pulling back, I saw the hooded and dark liquid eyes, clouded with passion, full of heat and seduction. “Jesus, Dreo, I’ll be dripping with you for hours.”

“Yes,” he almost snarled, mouth on my throat, licking, nibbling, sucking as he remained buried and pulsing inside of me. “You belong to me. So beautiful, and you’re mine.”

“Oh yes,” I agreed, loving every word of his promise, trembling with my body’s reaction to our lovemaking, the absolute joy of it.

“You know, I’m gonna have you so many times tonight: I want you on your knees, on the bed, in the shower…. I just fuckin’ want you.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you…
amore mio
… my love….”

“Me too.” I smiled up into those gorgeous eyes. “You’re my love.”

The grin I got was so full of complete and utter happiness that all I could do was kiss him and kiss him and kiss him.

There didn’t need to be any more words.

About the Author

M
ARY
C
ALMES
currently lives in Honolulu, Hawaii, with her husband and two children and hopes to eventually move off the rock to a place where her children can experience fall and even winter. She graduated from the University of the Pacific (ironic) in Stockton, California, with a bachelor’s degree in English literature. Due to the fact that it is English lit and not English grammar, do not ask her to point out a clause for you, as it will
so
not happen. She loves writing, becoming immersed in the process, and falling into the work. She can even tell you what her characters smell like. She also buys way too many books on Amazon.

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