Page 70 of Maddest Temptation

What was he doing to me?

Cassio stopped at my navel, kissing me twice before he looked up and offered me a feral grin. I rested on my elbows and watched him, confused and transfixed.

“Cassio, what are you doing?”

“I’m going down on you,” he answered like it was obvious. I must have made a face because he frowned. “Don’t tell me he never did that.”

“No,” I emphasized, shaking my head.

“What a fucking bastard,” he cursed. “Trust me, you’ll like this very much.”

“You’re awfully sure of yourself.”

He smiled. “No, I’m awfully certain.” He reached for my button, but I tensed. “Trust me, Principessa?” he asked.

I nodded and tried to relax. He opened the button, unzipped my jeans, and removed them. That’s when it hit me. I was lying practically naked in Cassio Moretti’s bed, about to finally have sex with him.

Memories of the last time we were naked together in bed invaded my head and the butterflies in my stomach took flight. We hadn’t had sex, because we wanted to wait, but he had showed me there was more to it than sex.

When I came back to reality, he was removing my panties. I tensed again. He didn’t seem annoyed, instead, he moved back and looked at me. “Sorry.” I couldn’t help but apologize.

“It’s okay,” he assured me. “let’s do something else.” He prowled upwards again and began kissing me. He played with my breasts and massaged me until I was squirming. I felt one of his hands slip down and before I tensed again, he kissed me just as he fingers slipped in between my legs.

I gasped.

The sensation had me traveling back to that night five years ago, when he had touched me for the first time. Just as it had been then, the sensation was exquisite. He kept on touching my clit repeatedly through the fabric of my panties, his fingers moving from side to side adding a bit of pressure with each touch. Before I noticed, I was melting.

“There you go,” he whispered against my feverish skin.

Cassio pulled my drenched panties aside and the second his fingers came in contact with my bare skin, I moaned loudly. His fingers slipped through my folds downward toward my entrance, and he slowly eased one finger inside.

“Cassio—” I gasped.

“I know, Principessa. I know.” He watched me as he pumped his finger, in and out, in and out, the repetitive motion driving me insane.

When he added a second finger, I was so lost in the sensation that my entire body ached with the need for release. “Are you going to come all over my fingers?”

Oh God, I was.

He increased the speed, and with his thumb, he began massaging my clit. That undid me. I arched my back, bending it upward, almost breaking it. My fingers dug into the sheets as I cried out his name.

He kept on pumping his fingers even as I clenched around him, I breathed hard trying to settle down from my orgasm, but Cassio kept on working me until he slowed down and pulled his fingers from me and placed them in his mouth sucking them dry.

“Sweet like cherries,” he said and came down to kiss me.

I tasted myself in the kiss and it was one of the most erotic things I had done in the last four years.

“There’s more from where that came from, Principessa,” he said. “So much more.”

Cassio moved away from me, and I groaned in frustration, ready for another round. I rose onto my elbows to watch as he began to strip. First went his shirt and then he began removing his pants. Cassio was a god sculpted from marble. His body was deliciously on display for me to watch.

“Can I…” I swallowed hard. “Can I touch you?”

Cassio offered me his hand and pulled me up onto my knees. I knelt at the edge of the bed and stared at him, not knowing where to start. He took my hand and placed it over his chest. “Just touch me anywhere you want.”

So, I did.

I traced his defined shoulders—the scar on his left one. Then his chest and his pecs, my fingers hovering over his new scar. The one I had bandaged. It was raw and pink but healing. I placed a kiss over it.

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