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She feels incredible.

I pull back, almost all the way out, and then, with a smooth, hard thrust, I'm buried to the hilt.

Her cry is sharp and loud, her head flying back. Her hands clench into fists on the duvet, her knuckles white.

I pause, letting her adjust, letting her body accommodate the sudden, intense intrusion.

"You feel," I pant, my own control fraying, "so fucking good."

I give her a moment.

"Diego," she moans, her back arching, pushing her ass against me.

But all the while, her eyes stay open, locked on our reflection. Obeying me even in the throes of her passion. The thought sends a fresh surge of lust through me.

I have to control myself as the urge to fuck her hard and fast tries to overtake me. I want to take her without mercy. I want to pound into her until she's screaming my name, until she's a sobbing, begging mess.

But I want to make this last. I want to savor this.

If I have one night only with this woman, I'm going to make it count.

I pull back, a long, slow slide, then push back in, just as slow.

She moans, a low, throaty sound that goes straight to my balls.

I set a slow pace. Each thrust is long and deep. Each drag of my cock against her walls is a friction that builds a fire in my belly.

And all the while, I watch her. I watch her face, her body, her reaction to me. I watch as the pleasure builds, as her breathing grows ragged, as her skin flushes a deeper shade of pink.

"You're so beautiful like this," I say, my voice a low growl. "Taking my cock in that tight little pussy."

She whimpers, her hips starting to rock back to meet my thrusts, trying to take more of me, trying to make me go faster.

But I'm still in control here. For now anyway.

I grip her hips tighter, holding her in place, setting the pace. And it's a maddeningly slow one.

"I want you to watch," I say, my gaze locked on her reflection. "I want you to see what I see."

And she does. She watches as my cock slides in and out of her, her body stretched around me. She watches as her breasts sway with my movements, as her skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat, as her face contorts with pleasure.

The city lights are nothing but a blur behind us. The only thing that's in focus is her. Us. The two of us, lost in this moment, lost in each other.

"You like that, don't you?" I murmur. "You like watching me fuck you."

She can't answer. She can only make a small, strangled sound.

I speed up my thrusts, just a little. One, two, three. Each one eliciting a sharp cry from her, a fresh wave of wetness that coats my cock.

My control is slipping. The slow burn is becoming a raging inferno, and it's all I can do to hold on.

"You like that, don't you?" I ask again, my voice a little rougher, a little more demanding. "You like being mine. You like being at my mercy."

"Yes," she gasps, the word torn from her throat. "Diego, yes."

I feel her body tensing, her muscles starting to clench around me. I know she's close. I can feel it in the way she's moving, in the sounds she's making, in the need I see in her eyes.

"Are you going to come for me, dolcezza?" I ask. "Are you going to come all over my cock?"