My Body-Mine by Blakely Bennett Page B

with his lips, mouth, and tongue, I let him ride me over the threshold. I ached to have him inside me, filling and stretching me with his cock and his love.
    He broke off the kiss and I breathlessly whispered, “Shall I give you that massage now?”
    Shaking his head he lay down on his back and rolled me on top of him. He reached down and fingered my pussy, rubbing my wetness around my labia. “Always so wonderfully, beautifully wet,” he said. He lifted my hips and slowly brought me down over his phallus.
    I knelt around his wide body, clutching his hairy chest for leverage, moving up and down to match his pace. Each plunge stretched me to perfection, causing my insides to clutch around his erect manhood. Each subsequent rise pulled me briefly away before I was join ed to him once more. He continued to ride me, bringing us both to new heights of arousal.
    “ Unfold your legs for me,” he growled, “so that you’re sitting down on me fully. Keep the bottoms of your feet on the bed.” My legs hugged his sides. So absolutely penetrated in that moment, I wished for nothing further.
    Another new position left me wondering if Marcello had studied the Kama Sutra . I slid quickly and effortlessly across his pelvis. Knowing how much it excited him to watch me touch myself, I leaned back and reached down, caressing my clit for both the sensations it gave me and his viewing pleasure.
    “ Così sexy ,” he murmured, reaching up to tug and twist my nipple piercings.
    I rode his rigid cock with abandon. My whole body shook with tremors stoked from the pinching of my nipples, burnishing of my nub and the friction of his thrusts.
    “ Will … you … miss … me?” he said, each word accompanying a plunge.
    “ Like crazy,” I grunted and meant it.
    I felt him expand inside me right before he bellowed, “Now!”
    Like a runaway train, the orgasm tore through me, exploding out from my core. I shook uncontrollably as the surge of his orgasm joined mine. I watched the rapture roll across his face, the release only complete when his last spurt of cum filled me.
    Collapsing on top of him, breathing hard, I could hear his heart pounding in his chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist and we sighed in unison. The synchronized sighing made us both break into laughter.
    “ Much better than a massage, amore mio ,” he said as he ran his fingers up and down my spine.
    “ I will miss you, Marcello,” I said, lifting my head so I could see his face.
    “ You better.”

CHAPTER SIX
    M arcello left before I awoke.
    I lay in his bed still smelling our sex from the night before. Taking his pillow, I covered my face and breathed in his scent. My pussy felt sore from all the recent play and I rather liked the feeling. Bouncing out of bed, I headed straight to my bathroom to freshen up.
    Back in my room, I flipped open my laptop, pacing as the computer loaded. I had only one thing on my mind, the email from the publisher. I felt ready to face whatever it said.

    To: [email protected]
    From: [email protected]
    Subject: Falling Through T he Rabbit Hole, a Memoir

    Jane,
    We would love to publish your story. I finished it this morning. I had a hard time putting it down.
    We happen to have an unexpected opening in our publishing schedule due to an author failing to meet their deadline which could fast track the release of your memoir. We understand that many authors have to balance writing while maintaining other careers. However, if you have the time available now, please let us know. We could feasibly put out a review copy of this book in 2 or 3 months.
    Given the subject matter of your story, it is necessary to change names and locations if you haven’t already. I highly recommend using a pen name. Think it over; we’d be happy to offer some suggestions.
    I’m attaching our standard contract for your review. Please let me know if you have any questions.

    Regards,
    Claudia

    I danced around the room, wishing Marcello was