Chapter 7: Possessive Thrusts
His cock slid from her lips with an obscene pop, a thick strand of saliva stretching between her swollen mouth and his glistening tip. Rina gasped for air, chest heaving, but that familiar, defiant smile curved her lips even as tears pricked the corners of her sapphire eyes. Pedro watched it, that flicker of challenge in the midst of surrender, and growled low in his chest.
"Like that, do you?" he rasped, his voice gravelly with exertion and desire. He didn’t wait for an answer. His calloused hand gripped her jaw hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath her ears, angling her face up. His mouth crashed down on hers, swallowing her ragged breaths, his tongue plunging deep, tasting himself mixed with the salt of her skin and her own unique sweetness. It was a claiming, rough and deep, stealing what little breath she’d just regained.
Saliva, a slick mixture from both their mouths, escaped the fierce seal of their kiss. It trailed down her chin, over the pulse hammering in her throat, leaving a cool, wet path across the swell of her breast. Another rivulet followed, tracing the curve of her nipple, already peaked and flushed. She was becoming a glorious, sticky mess beneath him, shimmering in the dim light filtering through the Roman dusk.
He broke the kiss as abruptly as he’d started it, pulling back just enough to see the wreckage. Her blonde hair was tangled, plastered to her temples and neck. Her lips were reddened, parted, glistening. Droplets marked a shimmering trail down her torso, catching the light. Pedro’s dark eyes, fierce and focused, tracked the path downwards, past her trembling belly, to the apex of her thighs, still glistening from his earlier attentions and her own arousal.
"Fucking beautiful," he murmured, the words a raw scrape against the charged air. Before she could react, he shoved her backwards onto the plush silk comforter. He didn’t hesitate, diving down between her splayed legs.
His mouth was hot, demanding, relentless. He didn't tease. He devoured. His tongue swept flat and broad over her slit, gathering the flood of her wetness, lapping at her swollen folds with greedy, open-mouthed strokes. He found her clit instantly, circling the tight bud with firm, rhythmic pressure, then sucking it hard into his mouth. Rina cried out, a sharp, high sound that dissolved into a guttural moan. Her hips bucked off the bed, seeking more, deeper.
"Holy fuck, Pedro!" Her hands fisted in his dark hair, not pulling him away, but holding him exactly where she needed him. "Right there! Oh god, right fucking there!"
He growled against her, the vibration sending shockwaves through her core. He fucked her with his tongue, plunging deep, then retreating to torment her clit. He licked, sucked, nipped lightly with his teeth, reading her body’s jerks and whimpers like a map. Her thighs shook uncontrollably around his head. The wet sounds were loud, primal, mingling with her gasps and his own rough breaths. He felt her body tightening, coiling like a spring, heard the pitch of her moans climbing higher.
Just as the tremors began to ripple through her belly, signaling the crest, he pulled back. His face glistened, wet with her. He looked up at her, his brown eyes molten.
"Not yet, princesa," he breathed, voice thick. "Not like this."
Before the disappointment could fully register, before her body could crash from the denied peak, he was moving. Strong hands gripped her waist, hauling her up onto her knees. He sat back against the ornate carved headboard, pulling her with him, maneuvering her damp, trembling body until she straddled his lap, facing him. His cock, thick and rigid, glistened, trapped hard against his stomach.
"Ride me," he commanded, his voice a low thrum that vibrated through her. "Show me how bad you want it. How deep you need me."
Her sapphire eyes locked onto his, burning with residual frustration and renewed, desperate need. She reached between them, her fingers wrapping around his shaft. It pulsed hot and heavy in her grip. Guiding him, she positioned his swollen head at her entrance, slick and swollen open. With a low groan that was part relief, part agony, she sank down.
Slowly. Deliberately. Taking him inch by thick inch until he was buried to the hilt inside her, stretching her impossibly full. Her head fell back, a choked gasp escaping her as she adjusted to the exquisite invasion.
"Fuck," Pedro hissed, his hands clamping onto her hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. "Christ, Rina. So fucking tight. So fucking wet."
She braced her hands on his broad shoulders, the muscles taut beneath her palms. Then she moved. Lifting herself almost all the way off him, the thick ridge of his cock dragging against her inner walls, before slamming back down, taking him deep with a wet, heavy slap of flesh.
"Fuck yes," Pedro groaned, his head thudding back against the wood.
She set the pace. Brutal. Demanding. Using his body for her own release. She rode him hard, rising and falling, driving him deep with every downward stroke. The muscles in her thighs and abdomen flexed. Sweat slicked their bodies, mingling with the trails of saliva drying on her chest. The sound of their joining was obscenely loud – flesh slapping, her gasps and groans, his deep, guttural curses.
"Harder," he rasped, thrusting up to meet her downward plunge, driving himself impossibly deeper. "Take it all, baby. Take every fucking inch."
"Pedro!" she cried out, the rhythm breaking for a second as the sheer intensity overwhelmed her. "Oh god... I can't... it's too... fuck!"
She clenched around him, inner muscles fluttering wildly. Her body bowed, seeking friction, release. She ground down against him, circling her hips, rubbing her clit hard against the base of his cock where it disappeared inside her.
"Come on, Rina," he urged, his own control fraying, sweat beading on his brow, veins standing out on his neck. His hands slid from her hips to her ass, kneading the flesh, spreading her slightly to take him even deeper. "Let me feel you. Come all over my cock. Do it. Now."
The command, the feel of his hands, the relentless pressure deep inside her shattered her. Her body went rigid, then convulsed. A raw, guttural sound tore from her throat, more animal than human. Wave after wave of intense, shattering pleasure crashed through her, her inner walls gripping and milking his cock with frantic, rhythmic pulses. She collapsed forward against his chest, her face buried in the crook of his neck, gasping, whimpering, her body still trembling violently with the aftershocks.
Pedro held her through it, his own breath ragged, his cock throbbing painfully deep inside her spasming heat. The relentless clenching of her inner walls around his cock was almost unbearable, a velvet vice grip pulling him deeper with each pulsing contraction. Pedro groaned, a raw, guttural sound ripped from his chest, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass as she shuddered against him. "Jesus, Rina," he gasped, feeling her aftershocks ripple through him, her wet heat still spasming wildly. "Fucking hell, you're milking me dry."
He held her trembling form tight against his sweat-slicked chest, her breath hot and ragged against his neck. Her whimpers were soft now, exhausted, the fierce energy of her climax ebbing into a profound, trembling sensitivity. Pedro stroked her back slowly, feeling the damp skin, the delicate ridges of her spine, the frantic flutter of her heartbeat against his own. His touch was deliberate, soothing the raw edges, yet stoking the embers still glowing deep within her spent body.
"Look at me, princesa," he murmured, his voice thick but softer now. She lifted her head slowly, sapphire eyes glazed, lips swollen and parted.
He kissed her then, not with the earlier punishing force, but deeply, possessively, his tongue sliding against hers, tasting salt and exhaustion and the lingering tang of her arousal. It was a claiming, a reassurance, sealing the intensity they’d just shared. His hands slid up her back, cradling her head, fingers tangling in her sweat-dampened blonde hair as he deepened the kiss, pouring everything into it – possession, reverence, the fierce, unbreakable bond forged over twelve years.
Breaking the kiss, he shifted, his cock still buried deep within her pulsing warmth. With surprising gentleness considering the ferocity moments before, he eased her off his lap, guiding her limp body down onto the silk sheets. She landed on her back with a soft sigh, her legs falling open bonelessly, utterly exposed and vulnerable. Pedro moved swiftly, kneeling between her thighs, his gaze locked on hers, dark eyes burning with renewed intent. He didn’t pull out. Instead, he leaned forward, bracing himself on his forearms beside her head, his body blanketing hers completely.
"Pedro..." Rina breathed, her voice a threadbare whisper, her eyes wide. She felt impossibly full, achingly sensitive, every nerve ending screaming. "I'm... fucked out..."
"I know, baby," he rasped, lowering his head to nip at her jawline. "But you're still so fucking tight."
He withdrew slowly, inch by excruciating inch, the drag against her oversensitive walls making her gasp sharply. Then, with a powerful thrust of his hips, he slammed back into her to the hilt.
"Christ!" she cried out, her back arching off the bed, her hands scrabbling weakly at his shoulders. "Oh god, oh fuck!"
He started fucking her again. Hard. Deep. Relentless. His pace wasn't the brutal pounding from before, but it was unyielding, each thrust driving deep into her core, stretching her already tender flesh. She was so wet, the obscene squelch accompanying every withdrawal and penetration loud in the quiet room. Her body responded instinctively, tightening around him despite her exhaustion, squeezing his cock with desperate, involuntary clenches.
"Fuck, Rina," he groaned, his rhythm faltering for a second as her inner muscles gripped him fiercely. "Squeezing me like a fucking fist. So goddamn good."
He pistoned into her, his muscular frame straining above her, sweat dripping from his temples onto her flushed chest. Her whimpers were constant now, a high-pitched counterpoint to his low grunts and the wet slap of their bodies meeting. She felt overwhelmed, teetering on the edge of another precipice she wasn't sure she could survive. He shifted slightly, angling his hips, and the head of his cock dragged perfectly against that swollen, electric spot deep inside her.
"Pedro!" she gasped, her eyes flying wide. "There! Oh fuck, right there!"
He saw it, the sudden tension coiling in her belly, the frantic flutter of her eyelids. His own climax was a tightening cord in his gut, pulled unbearably taut. With a feral growl, he buried his face in the curve of her neck and shoulder. His thrusts became shorter, harder, desperate. "Come with me," he demanded against her skin, his voice ragged. "Now, Rina. Fucking come now!"
His teeth sank into the muscle of her shoulder, a sharp, claiming bite that sent a jolt of pain-pleasure straight to her core. Simultaneously, his thumb found her swollen clit, rubbing hard, fast circles over the hypersensitive bud. The dual assault shattered her completely. A choked scream tore from her throat as her body convulsed violently beneath him, her inner walls clamping down on his cock in frantic, rhythmic pulses, milking him ruthlessly.
The sensation was too much. With a roar that echoed off the Roman suite's high ceilings, Pedro slammed into her one final, brutal time. His cock jerked violently inside her, pulsing thick ropes of hot come deep into her spasming channel. He held himself rigid, buried to the root, grinding against her as he emptied himself, each pulse wrenched from him by her relentless, fluttering grip. He groaned, long and low, the sound vibrating against her bitten shoulder.
Slowly, the tremors subsided. His teeth released her skin, leaving a vivid mark. His thumb stilled on her clit. He lay heavily atop her, his breath coming in harsh gasps against her neck, his cock still lodged deep within her, twitching occasionally with the aftershocks of his release. Rina was utterly spent, a whimpering, trembling mess beneath him, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, her body humming with oversensitive exhaustion.
Pedro lifted his head, his brown eyes dark and intense, searching her face. Without a word, he captured her mouth again in a deep, possessive kiss. It was fierce, sealing their mouths together, tasting salt, sweat, and the raw aftermath of their shared peak. His tongue swept against hers, a final claiming, as he remained buried deep inside her, their bodies fused, breathing ragged into each other's mouths in the heavy silence of the Roman dusk.