I gasp as he hoists me up, my back crashing against the brick wall behind me. His grip on my throat tightens, and he pushes up my top and rips off my panties.
The cold rain beats against my skin, but it doesn’t make a shred of difference because I am on fire.
His feral gaze meets mine, and it only sends pleasure to my core.
I want to give him everything he needs. I want to be the one he can turn to, just as he does for me.
“Open up for me.” His tone is gruff.
I do as he says. His fingers run along my pussy before he thrusts two fingers in. I let out a scream and bite down on his shoulder, muffling my cry.
“No more hiding.” He latches on my neck and sucks. “I want to hear every whimper, every moan. I want you to scream my name at the top of your lungs. Let the fucking world know that we won.”
“Oh god, Luca,” I cry out as he slides in another finger.
“My dirty girl likes being filled up, doesn’t she?”
I nod, biting down on my lip.
“Kiss me,” I moan.
I tug at his wet hair as his lips slam over mine, taking all my breath from my lungs. My body sags against the wall as he removes his fingers,
“Do you want my cock now, tesoro?”
“God, yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Please, Luca.” I tug at his arms, begging him with my nails to fill me.
All I can think about is the relief I’ll feel when that piercing hits inside me. He thrusts in in one swift movement, and I scream as I stretch around him.
“Fuck, baby,” he grits out. “I won’t last long. You’re so tight, so perfect.”
I can barely breathe, all I can focus on is the ecstasy building within me.
He pushes up my t-shirt and squeezes hold of my breast, pinching my nipple and sending my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“I love you.” His deep voice is almost sending me over the edge.
“I-I’m so close,” I all but shout.
“Good girl, come all over my cock, beautiful,” he whispers between sucking and nipping at my throat.
But he doesn’t let up. He keeps pounding into me relentlessly. That metal bar hitting the spot that has my body trembling. He tightens his grip around me until I can’t move.
He is doing exactly what I asked him to do.
I bite down on his neck and he shouts out my name, my back hitting against the brick wall with every hard thrust.
He pulls out of me, his nostrils flaring, and he spins me around, my shaky legs barely holding me up.
“Bend over the chair.” His voice is gruff.
I do as he says, placing my hands on the wet plastic arms. He twists my hair around his fist and yanks my head back, at the same time thrusting into me from behind as his fingers dig into my ass.
His hips drive into me so hard our thighs slap, knocking me off balance. Losing my grip on the chair, we tumble forward and my mouth bounces off the opposite side.
“Fuck!” he cries, and my body sags when he pulls out, leaving me panting up across the cushion.
I turn and find him staring at me. A metallic taste hits my tongue, and I realize I’ve split my lip. He backs away with a horrified look as his hands pull at his hair.
“You didn’t want that, Rosa! I hurt you!”
He pulls up his pants and goes to storm past me. I step in front of the door to block him, my palm hitting against his chest.
“I need to take a minute.” He rubs his hands over his face.
“Nope. That’s not how we’re doing this, Luca.”
He tips his head to the side.
“You didn’t hurt me. I was close, you stopping is what hurt me. So go and sit back down and let me take care of my man.”
I stand on my tiptoes, my puffy lips grazing his jaw. “Please?”
I push him back and saunter over to the metal chair. “Sit.”
He blinks a few times before doing as I say.
A wild idea creeps into my mind when I spot a coil of rope on the floor.
I see the conflict on his face. I know what he needs, but he’s so worried about breaking me. I want to show him I’m not that girl anymore. I can take control, I can look after us both.
I hate seeing him like this. I want him to forget, even just for a few minutes.
“Can I?” I hold up the rope between us. “You can’t take it too far if you’re tied to a chair.” I wink at him.
He groans, tipping his head back. “Tie me, baby.”
A thrill runs through me. I quickly get to work, tying his wrists together behind the chair. Once I’m satisfied he’s not wriggling free, I pull my top over my head and walk around to face him.
“Jesus,” he hisses, already tugging at his binds.
I straddle him and start working at the buttons of his shirt until it falls open, giving me the perfect view of his abs.
“That’s better.” I start peppering kisses along his chest, all the way up to his neck, occasionally biting down, causing him to groan.
I pull back and trail my finger down his stomach and pull his dick out of his boxers, stroking his shaft.
“Rosa, please.”
I lift up, so the tip just teases my entrance. I lace my hands around his throat as I sink down.
“Shit,” I hiss, sliding down to the base.
I start to ride him, nice and slow, rolling my hips so my clit rubs against him.
“You feel so good, Luca.”
He bucks his thighs, and I press my weight back down to stop him. He leans forward and takes a nipple in his mouth.
I move back, removing my hands, and I start to circle my clit while riding him slowly.
“I need to touch you, Rosa.” His gaze is fixed on my fingers.
“No.”
His hooded eyes meet mine. I can see this is driving him crazy.
He tugs harder on his wrists.
“I swear to god, Rosa,” he growls.
I lean forward and kiss him. He moans into my mouth, and I up the tempo, slamming myself on his cock.
I gasp when his hands wrap around me, pressing me closer into his chest. I don’t care that he’s free. I was only doing this to make him feel safer, not me. I trust him.
“Not even you can stop me from getting to you, tesoro.” He grins.
His fingers run through my hair. When his hand grabs my ass, he guides me to fuck him how he needs.
I cry out when his hand slaps my ass.
“That was so fucking hot, Rosa.”
“God, Luca. Yes.”
He caresses my sore skin before his hand smacks there again. I crash my lips over his and ride him until I explode. He follows behind me, spilling into me.
The rain is still pouring down on us, dripping off our skin. He rests his wet forehead against mine, both of us fighting for air.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
I stroke his cheek. “We look after each other, remember? I’ve got you.”
I’ve never felt more alive. This morning, I thought my life was over. Now, I’ve never been stronger. With Luca by my side, with him inside me, I can take on the world.
He presses his lips gently over mine.
“Let’s go get cleaned up for bed.”
My heart jumps. Finally, I’m back where I belong.
