Chapter 25

CLEO

W e drove back to the cabin with hands entwined.

Sunset serenaded us all the way home.

We arrived ready to call it a day, yet we still needed to unpack my truck and put away all the shopping and supplies.

Half an hour later, Alessio glanced at me as he closed the door of the supply shed.

‘I don’t know about you,’ he rasped, ‘but I need a shower.’

Sweat trickled between my boobs, and I nodded. ‘I’m with you.’

‘Is that right, bella, with me?

His eyes twinkled at his deliberate misunderstanding.

Gazing at him, the day’s emotion overwhelmed me.

I reached a hand for his cheek, thumbing and stroking his beard and jawline, which I adored. ‘Si, baby, with you. ’

His eyes glittered as he got the memo.

‘You’re on protection?’ he growled.

I assented. ‘I’m on the pill. It’s the best way to manage here on the farm as I can’t have much downtime and I’ve got a history of bad cramps.’

‘Scusa, bella, sorry to hear.’

‘And honey, are you done with your l’uomo e cacciatore gameplay?’

He huffed, lips turning up. ‘Forget that shit. If I don’t cum inside you today, I’ll blow. I crave you, woman, and I need you now.’

He drew me close, his mouth soft and warm against mine. Our bodies melded together, the previous hours of longing and anticipation unleashed.

Tongues danced and explored as his hands roamed all over me. He traced the curve of my back and the swell of my hips as we walked to the outhouse, our boots creaking on the wooden floors.

He pushed its door open, and for a moment, my knees weakened at the sight of his sinewed, capable fingers that would be soon on me, in me.

Oh my!

Inside, we kicked off our shoes and began to undress each other.

With slow deliberation, as if we had all the time in the world.

I traced the lines of his muscles, the scars telling stories of a life lived, the hardness of his physique speaking of the strength he possessed. He did the same to me, his touch feather-light and tender.

His hands roamed my curves, tracing the curve of my back and the swell of my hips .

I reached up under his shirt, the tension of our desire building between us. We broke the kiss long enough to remove our clothes, leaving only our hearts bare.

I stared at him, loving his muscled, beautiful body.

His build was a work of art, every muscle chiseled and toned as if carved by a master sculptor. He stood before me, uncovered and raw, with a confident stance, his dark blonde hair tousled and his deep hazel gold eyes filled with lust.

The whole of him was gorgeous, from the arch of his brows to the curve of his lips, his skin a canvas for his life story.

The dim light of the outhouse cast shadows across his sculpted chest and defined arms. Each tricep visible rippled with his movements. His toned abdomen led downward to a thick, distinct set of legs. He was like a masterpiece carved out of stone.

It was his cock, bobbing, long, throbbing, and its mushroomed head that had me gasping.

‘Is that a piercing?’

‘Say hi to my Prince Albert,’ he growled as I stared at the jewelry at the base of his head.

‘Did it hurt?’ I asked, reaching a hand and stroking it, squeezing his shaft head around it.

He hissed with pleasure, his golden head thrown back to the outhouse wall, the veins in his neck corded and rippling.

He bucked into my hand for a moment, speechless from the ecstasy.

‘It wasn’t too bad. I was fuckin’ careful, though,’ he snarled, moving his head and staring down as I palmed and stroked him in exploration. ‘Because inexperienced piercers can cause irreversible damage to your jewels.’

He placed a sinewed hand over me when my strokes deepened. ‘Fuck cara, give me time. I’ll blow if you keep going like this.’

His cologne and musk mingled with the fresh air and cedar pouring from the half-open window. Creating an earthy and intoxicating aroma that made me crave him even more.

As my fingers trailed down his body, I ran them over the sometimes velvety skin, dotted with the roughness of brawling calluses and old wounds from a lifetime of Omertà work.

But underneath was hard, rippling muscle that I loved running my hands over.

He was a marble sculpture come to life, chiseled and perfect, with smooth contours and strong lines begging to be touched and adored.

My eyes roamed over his form, worshiping every inch and curve. Loving every fuckin’ cut and sculpt of his abs.

Until my gaze settled on his face, the window to his soul and the truest reflection of his beauty.

Turning on the shower, he pulled me close.

I gasped as water cascaded over us, washing away the remnants of our day, each touch igniting a spark of electricity between us.

He found the body wash on the shelf and used it with liberal generosity, covering us both in frothy suds.

As he cleaned me, his sizable, rough hands traced my silhouette, his fingers leaving a trail of heat and desire in their wake. They explored my dips and curves, adoring the lines and contours of my form.

He had a way of stroking me that had me so wet.

I adored how his eyes flamed, his mouth pursed, oh so sexy, when he touched me .

The way he sized my body up and down with sensual lasciviousness, worshiping me with murmurs in Italian, slight hisses, and licks that made me hot.

When his fingers hit my sensitive nerve clusters, I keened, falling weak in his arms.

I wanted his touch in all my spaces, my folds, heating me, scorching me.

His hands were fire on my skin, igniting a spark of electricity between us. Calloused and scarred from a lifetime of work, they moved with a tenderness and gentleness that belied their rough exterior.

‘You are so beautiful, mia sola.’

Every caress was a love song, each stroke a masterpiece painted with passion and devotion.

His mouth glided over my curves, my breasts, and my hips, his intensity pouring into me, a sweet and heady elixir that I couldn’t get enough of.

When the water ran clear, he upped the ante, licking and suckling my tits, his fingers plumbing my pussy, thumb working my clit.

All I could do was hold on to his shoulders as he rippled over me, groaning against my skin.

‘Alessio, I can’t - I need you inside me,’ I pleaded, my voice ragged with yearning.

I writhed my lower tummy and pelvis over his scorching, thick cock, seeking more.

He didn’t have to be told twice. With a guttural grunt, he pulled away from my wet, sopping core, his hand glistening with my juice. He took a moment to admire me, my skin flushed and saturated, eyes dark with desire.

Stepping close, he banded a muscled arm around my ass and lifted me, legs still spread wide for him.

He was hard and throbbing, the head slippery with pre-cum. I reached out, grasped it, and began to stroke him, my gaze never leaving his.

‘Please, Alessio,’ I whispered.

I needed to feel his rock-solid dick deep in me.

He took my cue, planting one hand on the shower wall behind me.

The other lined up his penis at the entrance to my wet, slick pussy. His eyes locked onto mine. My breath was snatched away by the desire burning within them.

‘Are you sure?’ he rasped, his voice heavy with lust.

I nodded as the urge to have him root me overwhelmed my entirety.

‘Fill me, to take me in every way possible, honey,’ I breathed, reaching up to pull him closer. ‘Fuck me.’

He didn’t need a second invitation.

With a groan, he thrust forward, burying his entire length in one fluid motion. I cried out in pleasure and arched my back, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to push into me.

‘Fotto!’ he cursed, his eyes rolling back as I enveloped him, the nubbed edges of his piercing working all the way into my pussy until he was anchored deep within me.

I moaned as his cock stretched me open, filling me. His warm hardness was incredible inside me, and I bucked, unable to believe this was happening.

Once he was implanted all in me, he stilled for a moment, his eyes locked with mine.

‘You OK, cara?’

My eyes misted at his concern, and I nodded I was okay .

Bene,’ he growled.

With a melting kiss, he pistoned with abandon, thrusting so hard I nearly blacked out from the pleasure, giving in to the ride of my life.

His shaft, thick and stiff, hit all the right spots in me as he moved in and out. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper.

He began to move, his pelvis rocking against me, his member sliding in and out of my pussy with an intoxicating rhythm.

Each jab brought a different ecstasy crashing over me, my nerve endings lit. I responded to his with a fire that ratcheted with each passing moment.

He was a force of nature, and every movement was a testament to the raw, untamed passion that had been building between us.

His cock and that freakish piercing hit my clit, sinking into my G-spot with each forceful plunge.

The resulting exquisite sensation had me gasping for breath, shuddering with pleasure.

He was a master of lovemaking, every lunge calculated to bring me to the height of ecstasy.

As he continued to drill into me with a primal intensity, I reached up to pull his face down to mine.

Needing to feel his lips on me, to savor the passion that burned between us.

Our tongues danced and mingled, our bodies in perfect sync, as we lost ourselves in the raw, animalistic bliss of our union.

Alessio’s hands gripped my ass, pulling me harder onto his cock, his groin moving in a frantic rhythm, his mouth devouring mine .

His shaft pounded inside me, ready to explode with his seed.

‘Fuck,’ he growled, eyes locking on my face.

I moaned, my climax building, wanting to reach it with him.

I neared the brink, Alessio’s eyes fixed on mine, his expression intense, his face contorted with desire. ‘Cum for me, mia sola,’ he urged.

With that, I thrust my hips up to meet his.

‘I’m so close,’ I gasped, tensing, my pussy clenching around his dick.

He groaned, his cock twitching, throbbing, pulsing, and then he was roaring, cumming too, his thickness pulsating in me, releasing deluges and cascades of his hot, thick seed.

‘Yes!’ I cried, writhing, my orgasm bursting through me, my mind spinning with pleasure.

He kept fucking me, still buried in me, his lips still locked with mine, as we both rode out our climaxes together.

Shaking and trembling, we came down from our high, our bodies still joined, our breathing slowing.

The steam from the shower fogged up the floor-to-ceiling glass window as dusk’s gold luminescence shone over us.