Delilah's Diary #2: La Vita Sexy by Jasinda Wilder

standing straight, his cock buried inside me, and then he pulled back and drove in, and I couldn't help moaning low in my throat.
    "Shhh, the window is open. They will hear us," Luca whispered. "Not a sound, okay?"
    I nodded and bit the blanket as he moved in a rhythm within me, thrusting harder with every passing second, on hand braced on my lower back, the other pulling my hips back into him. I felt his finger trace down my ass, slip between the cheeks and probe the knot of muscle there. Something wet and warm touched my second opening and then his finger was pushing in, slowly and carefully. Now I was ready for it, knew what it would feel like, welcomed it with an eagerness that worried me in the back of my head.
    His finger slipped in, and I had to stifle another loud moan. I felt myself stretch again back there, and then the filled feeling increased and my rising orgasm neared peak. I craned my neck to look over my shoulder, but all I could see was Luca's body moving as he plunged into my pussy.
    "I would like to put myself down there," he said, leaning over to whisper into my ear. "Do you trust me to do so?"
    "You mean, your...you want to put your cock...in there?" The idea filled me with panic all over again.
    Luca nodded, and I hesitated. 
    I was just getting used to his fingers. I liked his fingers, liked the intensity of the orgasm it gave me, but I wasn't sure I was ready for any more, either physically or mentally.
    "I don't know, Luca. I'm kind of nervous about that. Especially with the window open." I felt his fingers withdrawing. "You can keep doing what you're doing, but...can we wait for...the other part? I'm not saying no, just not yet. Not now."
    "It is okay," he said. "I hope I did not upset you."
    I shook my head and moved my hips back into him. "No, no. Just...don't stop. Keep going. I'm close."
    He kissed my back, rolled his hips into my ass and filled me, deep and slow. I moaned into the mattress as the climax, which had started to recede with the distraction, began to build up again. Luca's body moved against mine in a slow and steady rhythm, his hips bumping against the flesh and muscle of my backside, his muscled thighs brushing against mine, his hand on my hip and two fingers slipping deeper into my ass with every thrust of his cock.
    Sensation swept over me, inundated me. I was being stretched and filled, pushed to the brink of tolerance, so full of Luca, so burning with the raging fire of boiling climax that I nearly couldn't take it anymore, almost wanted to tell him to stop, to take his fingers out and let me come with him on my back, in a more familiar position. I wasn't uncomfortable, standing bent forward, but it was so new, so unfamiliar, so strange. The only contact between us was sexual, and I had gotten to like...to love...the feel of his body on mine, his broad, dark bulk pinning me and protecting me, sheltering me.
    This...this was different. I was presented as a sexual object like this. Only his cock inside me, his fingers inside me, his hands encouraging me. Did I like this? I had to ask myself the question. It felt good—I couldn't and wouldn't deny that. But...did it feel good emotionally?
    God, yes. It felt dirty. It felt wanton. It was sinful.
    While I debated this internally, I had slowed the roll of my hips into him, let his body do the work. Now, as I came to the decision to stop questioning, I gathered the blanket into my fists and arched my back, lifted up on my toes, sent myself plunging back into his body, and now, with my help, his cock speared deep into me and the pressure of climax blew through me, sending shocks of fire and heat rifling through my body. I buried my face in the bed and let myself moan, let myself whimper and sigh as sweet, powerful, thoughtful Luca drove into me. I felt him cross the threshold, that moment when he could no longer hold back, could no longer keep his motions measured or his thrusts gentle.
    His fingers moved inside me, pushed deeper, and