"Perfect," he said, pulling out one of her bandanas. It was red - her favorite one.
"How did you know that I had one?"
Elio smirked. "I saw you wearing it in the diner the other day." He closed the drawer with his hip and pointed towards the bed. "Lay down."
The girl nodded. "I had it on Tuesday. I didn’t see you come in," she commented, going back to that day. He had no reason to come there. At least not when they had been fighting. Not to mention that she actually kept a track of when he was coming for the money. It wasn't that time yet.
"We have strict orders to guard our establishments. I happened to be there on Tuesday for a few hours," he explained. "Extend your hands."
She listened.
Elio took her wrists and tightened the bandana around them, restricting her movements. He pushed her further until her back was flat against the mattress. A shiver ran down her spine and she wasn't even sure if it was caused by the hunger in Elio's eyes or the fact that she was still wet from standing in the rain before.
He tugged his pants down and his cock sprang free. It was already stiff and leaking pre-cum. He moved his hand along its length and got on the bed, hovering over Savannah. He brought her wrists above her head and extended his arms on both sides of her. A few inches separated their bodies.
"I'm not going to be gentle, Savannah," he informed her but it really wasn't necessary since she could see it in his eyes already. And the mere thought of him not holding back turned her on even more.
It will still hurt for sure but she didn't mind. It was the case of her getting adjusted to his length this time around.
"I need you to tell me you understand."
She nodded.
"No. Use your words."
He rubbed his cock at her pussy slightly.
"Do your worst," she moaned, pulling her hips up.
"Fuck, don't say things like that to me," he grunted and with one move he impaled her fast and deep. His lips crashed on hers as she screamed into them. The pain spread through her, slowly fading into a mix of pleasure and arousal that she hadn't felt before. He reached her cheek with one hand, swallowing her sounds altogether.
"Goddamnit, you're tighter than I thought," he breathed out. "Keep still, baby girl."
She focused on his tongue dominating her mouth and his teeth biting her lips lightly. She could feel his cock twitching inside her but he waited a little bit before he pulled out so the moves wouldn't make Savannah shift, causing her to bleed from the tension.
Her hands struggled against his hold. She wished she could press them on his back just like the last time. However, Elio didn't let her. He had the control and she was to listen to him and follow his orders.
Elio broke the kiss and tilted his head to lock eyes with her. Desire shone in his amazing green eyes before the smirk graced his lips yet again. Her nails scratched his palm, showing him what she wanted.
"You made a masterpiece all over my back last time," he beamed.
The scratch marks had been visible for a few days, reminding him how much pleasure they both had felt. Each time he looked in the mirror to see those red lines, it gave him an erection immediately. For the first time, such little things had turned him on more than any porn or blowjob had ever done. Elio knew now that it was only because of Savannah. No other girl could do what she had without actually trying.
He slowly thrust in and out of her. "Keep your hands up, baby girl," he whispered and freed her wrists, trusting that she would listen. He, then, gripped her thighs, pulling them up and spreading her legs further. Her body heated and it affected her, causing her to moan loudly. His cock hit a better opening and she felt every inch of him filling her up. Her walls clenched around it.
He kept up the pace, his pupils dilated. Savannah couldn't take her eyes off him. Watching his abs flexing, the veins on his muscled arms were enough to make her forget the tongue in her mouth. Those little things; the way he pulled his shirt off, the way he gripped her body, the dimples she had seen on his back, the veins from the strength he put in holding her and guiding her legs apart, her knees touching the sheets. It was marvelous.
He was shaped like a fucking Greek God and she couldn't even say she exaggerated when comparing him to such a figure. The scars were the only indication that he was far from perfect. Yet so amazingly real and true that it added to his attractiveness.
Without pulling out of her, he turned them around that Savannah was now straddling his thighs. Elio's length felt totally different when she was on top.
She regarded him carefully, trying to find the answer as to why he did that. His dominating nature didn’t leave room. At least that's what she’d thought until now.
Her tied wrists were in front of her stomach under the impact.
"Ride me, baby girl," he said sitting up comfortably.
"Since when you let me do that?" she asked curiously.
"I told you I want you to find what you like and that means also taking charge. I rarely do this so take advantage of the opportunity."
No experience, or anything she decided to just figure it out as she went. She put her palms on his chest, sliding her nails through it ever so lightly.
Elio moaned.
Savannah had just realized that as much as she loved putting all the feelings she felt into her fingertips, causing her to dig her nails deep, Elio treated it like another stimulus, driving him crazy. She repeated the
