Untangle Me

Chapter 55

Giada

"What number are we on?" Andrea asks me while running his hands along my legs, which are still pressed into the bed on each side of my chest, affectionately.

"Three," I say, trying hard not to move. But finally, Andrea puts us both out of misery and starts thrusting into me. Just barely, at first but soon enough he's losing himself, fully giving in to his urges.

"Look at you, all tied up," he breaths in between thrusts. I don't reply. Can't reply. I'm too focused on the different sensations. The smooth silk tied around my wrists, stretching my arms above me, Andrea's rough hands on my legs, opening me up to him fully, and his dick inside of me. Fuck, but at this angle, he feels so brutally big I can't seem to catch my breath.

But I'm not complaining. Not as he keeps muttering praise while his thrusts turn more brutal, quickly making that familiar feeling gather in the pit of my stomach. It doesn't creep up on me slowly this time, nope. This time it's hitting me like a truck, completely taking over my already tired body. I jerk and twitch around him, whining pathetically as the pleasure almost takes to pain.

Still, I don't ask him to stop when the feeling subsides and he keeps fucking me ruthlessly.

"So good my baby. Just one more, then you get a break. I need one more," he groans. He adjusts his grip on my legs, pulling them up so they're hooked over his shoulders. I let him move me, hooking my legs behind his neck as he holds my hips firmly.

His nails dig into my flesh while he pounds into me, the pain such a welcome sensation that I moan for him even if it's a tired sound.

"That's it, baby. Tell me what you need," Andrea says through clenched teeth. Pretty sure he's close to falling over the edge himself, his movements are getting more desperate, his expression looking almost pained. I love seeing him like that. It shoots a bolt of energy through me.

I can't move my arms and my legs are over Andrea's shoulders. I'm completely immobile and I'm loving every damn second.

"Just like that. Fuck, harder," I find myself saying, making the man inside of me curse. Then his grip on me tightens impossibly more as he uses it to pull me back to meet each thrust.

I can feel number five approach. So slowly and dangerously I'm scared I can't take it once it's on me.

"You can take it, Giada. One more for my little slut. You guessed five, you can do it," he rasps, seemingly reading my mind. I whine. "Look at me. Open those beautiful eyes for me," he adds.

I follow the order mindlessly. When did I even close them?

I'm instantly met with Andrea's gaze, his eyes burning into me so intently it's what finally pushes me over the edge a fifth time.

I don't think I even made a noise that time but I definitely arched my back to get away from Andrea, my eyes shut again. Fuck, it's too much but finally, after one more thrust, he stops moving and holds me so close he's balls deep.

We stay like that for a beat, Andrea catching his breath while I'm a sweaty, useless pile at his mercy. "Perfect, Baby." He groans as he pulls out of me, the sound only matched by whatever the sound I made is called. "You did so well. Really deserved this break. Going to wait a few minutes before cleaning you up."

He gets to work with untying my hands, his fingers moving so gently it makes my heart melt. When the satin leaves my skin, my hands are slowly placed back at my side and shit, it really shouldn't hurt like it does. I whine.

"I know, Tesoro. Need to let it settle for a moment. Here, drink a little," he tells me right before lifting my head slightly. He places me against his chest and holds a bottle of water to my lips. I take a few small sips and melt into him.