Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi

*Caterina*

Elio knew what it did to me when he ordered me around in the bedroom. It made all of the thoughts in my head seep out so that all I could focus on was the moment with him.

It was so incredibly intoxicating to just let go and give him total control, especially when I knew that he would always focus on my pleasure first. I laid back on the bed just like Elio had told me to and arched my back slightly so that my naked breasts would jut out enticingly.

I was rewarded for my effort when Elio's eyes were immediately drawn to my chest, and he stalked across the room, leaning over me and taking one of my nipples in his mouth.

Unable to help myself, I moaned and tangled my fingers in his hair, trying to keep him from moving away from me.

"I can't wait to show you just how much I love you," he whispered against my breast, his breath cascading over the sensitive flesh and pulling another moan from me.

"Want... you...."

I barely managed to gasp as his tongue lavished on my breasts, first one and then the other. I writhed on the bed, unable and unwilling to control myself.

I tugged at his hair, pulling him to me, closer and closer. I couldn't get him close enough. His hands roamed my body before he moved them to unbutton my pants. I let go of his hair and leaned my hips up to help him pull my pants free. He immediately dropped to his knees and pulled me down the bed so that my feet were dangling on either side and his face was between my thighs. The only thing between his mouth and me was my lacy thong, which wasn't much. I could feel his breath go straight through the fabric and light up my most sensitive places. I spread my legs wider to give him better access, which caused him to chuckle darkly.

"Always so needy for me," he said before turning his head and nipping my thigh.

The tiny pain sent a wave of pleasure through me. It was a heady reminder of just how close his mouth was to my pussy. He was right. I was needy. I wanted him to tear my underwear off and thrust his tongue deep inside me, but that wasn't his plan, not yet anyway. Instead, he licked the place that he had bitten, soothing for just a second before moving to my other thigh.

This time he didn't bite, he sucked, a reminder of what he would soon be doing to my clit. I moaned again, sure that he'd be able to see my wetness through my thong at this point.

"I love it when you make that noise," Elio said, his mouth still against my thigh. "I want to hear you scream for me tonight."

"Then make me scream," I breathed, desperate for him to hurry things along.

"Gladly," he murmured before moving my underwear to the side and quickly sinking two fingers inside of me.

The sudden intrusion had me arching against him-it was both too much and not enough. I wanted him to fill me up with more than just his hand. He moved his fingers slowly back out, crooking them slightly in the way he knew drove me wild.

"Hm, no screaming yet?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.

I laughed. "I think your mouth will have to get involved for that."

"I thought you'd never ask," he growled.

In one smooth motion, he managed to yank my thong off and get his mouth on my clit. The sensation was overwhelming in the best way. I lost all sense, there was nothing but Elio's mouth on me.

I closed my eyes and gave up any attempt at retaining control. There was no point in it when Elio did this so well. He was everything I could've ever imagined-strong, passionate, and kind. Making love with him really showed his strengths and always left me incredibly satisfied.

His fingers joined his tongue and amped up the pleasure I was feeling. Sparks blew in my vision and my moans became louder and louder as he increased his speed and pressure. Soon I was screaming my pleasure as he pulled an orgasm from me, but he didn't stop there. He kept going.

I was so overwhelmed that my first instinct was to pull away, but he clamped his hand on my thigh so that I couldn't go anywhere. Before I knew it, the feeling of overwhelm gave way to a glorious sensation that was even stronger than before and I was shaking as I came again.

I clutched at his hair, unable to hold still as the immense waves of pleasure hit me again and again. My screams softened to whimpering moans as the waves slowly died down, Elio there with me the whole time.

As I came down from the pleasure, he stood up and undressed. Seeing him standing bare over me had me ready to go all over again.

"Get up on the bed for me, baby. I want you to be comfortable," he murmured before turning to pull on a condom.

I rushed to obey him, climbing up so that my head rested back on the pillows. He covered my body with his own, pressing against me so that I could feel every hard muscle contracting as he moved against me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, more than ready for him to push inside of me.

He slowly pressed his cock against my entrance, ensuring that I was ready for him as he inched himself inside me. Once again, I was overwhelmed. Our emotional connection always did that to me when we had sex. We just understood each other on such a deeper level that it made everything that much more enjoyable.

"Fuck, you feel so good, every fucking time," he groaned as he pulled out, only to press deep inside me once again.

He kept his movements measured and slow, knowing that after two orgasms, I was more than sensitive. He took his time with me, gently twirling my nipples in his fingers, kissing my neck, even moving his hand down between us to press against my clit.

Before long, thanks to his expert movements, I was on the brink of another release, and he was right there with me. We came at the same time, gasping each other's names and clutching at each other, our tandem release far more satisfying than anything we could experience separately.

Elio rolled off of me and went to the bathroom to clean himself off, but I stayed right where I was, letting the heat that had pooled in my belly spread warmth throughout my body. My limbs felt pleasantly loose and I rested on my side, closing my eyes and basking in the perfection.

Elio came back and spooned me up from behind, both of our naked bodies fitting together as though we had been made for each other. I supposed that in many ways, we had been made for each other. We were a perfect match in every way. Elio nuzzled against the back of my neck. I giggled at the way his breath tickled me. My hips rolled back against him, and I felt him growing hard again.

"Keep that up and I'm going to have to take you for another round," he murmured before nipping at my ear.

"What if that's exactly what I want?" I teased, purposefully rubbing myself against him.

"Well, we all know I love to give you what you want," he said, rolling us both so that I was on my stomach and he was kneeling over me.

He took me again, both of us overcome with need as he pounded into me and we found yet another release. This time he didn't even bother to run to the bathroom, instead staying with me and rolling me on top of him for yet another round. I had no idea where we both found the stamina to keep going, but it felt like we were never going to be able to stop. Our desires overrode everything else as we both came again and again.

After I had completely lost track of time and sense, we were both finally spent. We laid next to each other on the bed, holding hands and panting slightly. Elio was facing me, tracing shapes along my arm with his other hand.

"I love you," he said, "I hope you never forget that."

"I won't," I promised, "as long as you don't forget how much I love you."

He smiled and reached out to wrap his arms around me. I settled against his chest, completely content. There was nothing that could satisfy me more than being wrapped in Elio's arms.

As I was about to fall asleep, his stomach growled loudly. I jumped at the unexpected noise, sending Elio into shoulder-shaking laughter.

"Sorry, I am pretty hungry," he admitted.

I laughed. "Hm, I guess you did get a pretty good workout in."

"I'll order Chinese food," he said, standing and finding his phone.

As he called our order in, I stood up and pulled on a pair of pajamas. After he finished, he pulled on some boxers and a T-shirt.

Our food arrived not long after, so we settled on the couch in our suite and put on one of our favorite old Italian movies. Elio had introduced it to me years ago, and we would watch it almost every time he had to spend the night because my mom was gone for work. We could both recite it word for word at this point, but we still loved putting it on for background.

It was a nice reminder that those times hadn't all been bad between us. Sometimes I felt guilty about the hell I had put him through when I was a teenager, but then I remembered the good moments, and it didn't feel like it was as bad as I had remembered.

"This movie always makes me think of you, you know. I used to watch it sometimes when I was missing you after you moved away," Elio said between bites.

"Well, I never would have admitted it at the time, but I did the same thing when I was missing you. I wish I could've known then how important you'd become to me. I wouldn't have acted like such a little shit all the time."

Elio busted out laughing. "Nah, you still would've acted like a little shit," he said.

That made me laugh because he was right, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Although there were times when I felt guilty about it, I also knew that it gave me a lot of comfort to know that he had seen me at my worst and still loved me. There was nothing I could do to accidentally push him away.

We spent the rest of the night watching our movie and teasing each other, until I finally began to nod off on the couch.

Elio picked me up and carried me back to bed, where we fell asleep in each other's arms.