Danilo reached into the drawer of the wash table and pulled out lube.
I gave him a disbelieving look. I sincerely hoped none of our guests had peeked into our drawers.
He smirked. “I come prepared.”
He squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his cock and spread it while I watched him, mesmerized. He reached for the remote and upped the vibrations once more until I let out a soft moan, my hips rocking with the sensation. He stroked my back and made me lean forward until my ass was propped up in front of him and I was supporting myself on my elbows on the marble counter, my face close to the mirror.
I was so desperate for release, for penetration, that I didn’t feel a hint of dread when he pressed up to me, his shaft parting my ass cheeks. When his tip nudged my crack, he kissed my shoulder blade and cupped my sex, pressing against my clit. I moaned again, seconds from exploding. He pushed forward, sliding his tip into me at the same time as his thumb swiped over my clit. The pain sent me over the edge. I tensed, on the verge of splintering, and then the tight ball of my pleasure released like a seismic explosion. My body tightened and I whimpered as I came. Danilo grabbed my throat, jerking my face toward him for a harsh kiss to swallow my cry. As I rocked through my orgasm, almost insane from the vibrations deep in my core, Danilo worked his cock deeper into me until his balls pressed against my butt.
I panted, my palms flat on the marble counter, my forehead almost touching the mirror.
“Fuck, Sofia. I’m balls deep in your beautiful ass. I wish you could see it,” he rasped.
With his hand stroking my throat, his eyes pinning me down with their possessiveness, he began to thrust into me, gently at first but soon faster and harder, his balls slapping against the back of my thighs. Every thrust seemed to increase the vibrations of the bullet, and soon I could feel another release approaching.
The knock at the door made me flinch.
“Hello?” a male voice called.
“Occupied,” Danilo barked. Silence followed, but I couldn’t help but wonder if the person had heard us. I had trouble keeping my moans down and Danilo’s grunts, too, were unmistakable, as were the slapping sounds of his balls against my ass.
I listened for footsteps, trying to determine if the man had left.
Danilo bit down on my neck lightly. “Stay here. Your mind and body are mine.”
He accentuated his words with a flick of his thumb against my clit. I bit down on my lip, stifling a moan. I was getting closer when he retreated.
“Danilo,” I begged, but he only lightly traced my inner thighs and labia, the touch so fleeting it was sweetest torture. When his fingertips brushed my clit lightly, I let out a frustrated whine, but Danilo locked gazes with me and kept up his featherlight caress. Sweat glistened on his face and his shoulders flexed as he slammed into me. It was a sensation unlike anything I’d ever felt before, the feel of his length inside this part of me and the additional stimulation of the bullet vibrator in my pussy. My body yearned for release, my clit already pulsating with need despite the almost-not-there-touches.
The feel of my cock inside of Sofia’s ass and the distant vibration of the toy in her pussy let my pleasure skyrocket. It took every ounce of self-control not to come right away, especially watching Sofia’s face in the mirror. Her lips were red from sucking me off and her face was flushed. With every thrust of my cock, she rocked forward, her fingers digging into the marble counter. Her lips were parted, and every moan was sweet melody in my ears. I stroked her throat, then pulled her head back for another deep kiss, stilling a moment to really savor the moment of being buried all the way inside of her. The hum of the vibrator mingled with our panting. Sofia’s lashes fluttered before her eyes opened, staring right back at me. Goddamn, this woman.
I kissed her again and began thrusting. Sofia arched under another orgasm and I couldn’t hold back either. With a shudder, I came inside of her. My vision turned black for a moment, and I could barely breathe from the intensity. I let my forehead sink down on Sofia’s neck, breathing in her sweet scent. She softened under me and I traced my fingertips over her throat, feeling her racing pulse.
“That was intense,” I admitted, my voice hoarse.
“Remote,” Sofia whispered. I fumbled for the control and turned off the vibrations. We remained connected, and when I opened my eyes, Sofia was smiling exhaustedly. A few months ago, she’d cut her hair into a bob with bangs again and now it was all over the place. Her bangs stuck to her forehead and the rest of her hair stood out to all ends. Her face was red, her lips swollen. I smiled. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Mrs. Mancini. I love you.”
I paused, surprised by the words, not by their meaning. My feelings for Sofia had grown more every day. I was shocked that my pride had allowed me to admit to them.
Sofia blinked, then burst out laughing. Not quite the
