Stephanie
He towers over me, moonlight glistening on his smile, black-ink shadows criss-crossing his muscular chest.
My body is humming. Every part of me is running a million miles a minute.
Somehow, I convince my thrumming body to sit up.
I look at him — that smile on his face is so sexy, so confident, like he knows he just gave me the best orgasm of my life — and I lick my lips.
“That's a good start, but we’re not done yet,” I say.
His smile gets wider.
“Whatever you say, boss.”
Those words send a frisson of excitement simmering up my spine and vibrations surging to my fingertips and toes. My body feels electric — every part of me attune to his touch.
Fingers working slowly, he unhooks his pants and I watch, rapt, as he removes them.
He’s mouth-wateringly hard and his boxers do nothing to hide just how big he is. His abs and pecs flex as he slides them off and all I can do is stare at just what a marvel of masculine hardness he is.
Every part of him looks like it’s been battered and shaped to be harder than steel. Slabs of muscle cover his perfect body. A powerful chest, built arms, and that ‘v’ just above his hips that points down to his big, throbbing cock.
Surprising myself, I impulsively move forward and, even though my hands are still tied, I try and take hold of him.
“I want you,” I say, over and over again.
I need to feel him inside me.
I want to experience every part of this man who makes me feel so brave, who takes my cares off my shoulders and makes my world so much better.
I’m not even halfway up before he takes my wrists.
“Nuh-uh,” he chides me. “That’s now how this negotiation works. In business, you don’t give up an advantage once you’ve got it.”
He pins me back down.
“Now be good.”
The world seems to go in slow motion. I lay there, body on fire, while he takes his time. Just the brush of his cock against my aching pussy is enough to make me jolt like I’ve been set on fire. I’m still so sensitive from earlier — almost painfully so — but I want this.
I feel alive again; I feel passion and heat and excitement — emotions that I’d all thought were dead.
When he finally takes me, my eyes shut, my lips part, and a low moan escapes.
I can’t help it. I say his name again and again, like a prayer.
“Luca.”
I wrap my legs around him. I don’t want this to end.
I can feel every part of him — the heat of his body against mine, the heat of his cock pulsing inside me, his muscles holding me exactly where he wants me — and I feel so alive.
Eyes open again, I look at him, watching his toned body move in rhythm, flexing and thrusting into me. The tattoos on his body just set off his muscles, highlighting how defined and powerful he is.
“You feel fucking incredible,” he says, looking down at me.
He comes in for a kiss.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined. Just thinking about you makes me hard… Fucking you is just out of this world.”
“So, how much ‘imagining’ about me did you do? Did you touch yourself thinking about me?”
I never talk dirty, but this man makes me want to. I want to talk dirty to him just to hear him reply, just to hear the way every filthy phrase rolls off his tongue.
“I couldn’t get to sleep at night without stroking my cock, thinking about how it would feel to thrust deep inside you. Thinking about your warm, tight little pussy wrapped around my cock.”
“Is it as good as you imagined?”
“Better.”
He thrusts deep, hard, and I shut my lips and gasp. “Holy shit.”
I’m coasting on this wave of pleasure and it is carrying me higher and higher, pushed on my Luca’s passion and intensity. Every push, every moan that escapes his lips as he fucks me deeper, every brush of his fingers on my body, it all lifts me up.
“I need you. I need you like I never thought possible.”
Tattoos shift, muscles upon muscles tense and release, and his hot breath brushes my cheek as he leans down to whisper in my ear. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
The tone of his voice, the fierceness in his eyes — He’s not lying.
I crest again, riding so blissfully high that my body breaks in ecstasy.
Shouting, thrashing, my sex clamping around his stiff cock, I come again.
I’m in heaven.
“I want you, I want to feel you cum,” I gasp as soon as my brain starts working again.
“Soon, bella,” he practically purrs into my ear.
He sits up and pulls out and I gasp at the sensation, like my body hates his absence.
“I want to fuck you from behind. I need to see that beautiful ass of yours,” he growls, grabbing my hips and flipping me over.
I don’t get a say in it.
He takes me and I love it.
Arching my back, rising to my knees and pressing my face flat against he bed, I give him what he wants and I grit my teeth as he takes it.
Hard, deep, I feel the full length of him.
Pain, pleasure, ride hand in hand.
My body shakes with each thrust, his powerful hips and thighs smacking me from behind as he fills me with every last inch of him.
“You are so beautiful, bella,” he mutters, and I feel myself blush, embarrassed almost, at how this handsome man seems so enthralled by me.
I don’t hear a hint of a lie in his voice.
He really thinks I’m that beautiful.
I’m smiling, and I manage to raise myself up a bit with my bound hands and I start pushing back against him, echoing his thrusts.
“Holy fucking shit, you’re good,” he moans.
He cracks me on the ass and I thrust back into him harder, faster. His cock tenses and his fingers grip my hips, hard.
I want him to feel good.
I want to feel him release.
“I want you to come,” I whisper at him. “I want it.”
I can see him out of the corner of my eye when I look over my shoulder. Eyes half open, jaw set, sweat and ink and scars, every bit of him is into this, every bit of him is focused on enjoying me, enjoying us.
“Give it to me.”
“I can’t hold — fuck, Stephanie, you’re beautiful —” his voice cuts short.
He loses himself, all of himself, inside me.
I feel it: every shake, every tremor, every bit of him letting go.
Luca is shaking, fingers digging in to my hips, holding me tight and still. I rock my hips a bit, moving them just so to coax out every last bit of him.
We stay like that while the tremors subside and I relish the moment, relish feeling him so close to me, relish feeling this connection between us.
Heaving a great sigh, he lays down beside me and suddenly I realize just how tired and spent I am.
I am exhausted.
Exhausted and happy and relaxed beyond words.
“So, bella, what about it? Did I earn my raise?” he says, his voice a deep chuckle.
I move to hold him and we wrap ourselves up in each other.
I look up at him, my head resting on his chest.
“It’s a start,” I say, but I can’t hold back the goofy smile on my face. “A good start. But I think there’s more negotiations in our future.”
I’ve finally found a man I can open up to, someone who makes me feel stronger just by being vulnerable and open to them about my doubts and fears. Someone who’s honest about who they are, someone who’s honest about their rough edges and their scars. Someone I can trust.
Life just might be getting better.
I shut my eyes and drift off. For the first time in ages, I’m not afraid of the dark.