Page 113 of Casanova LLC

“No…I…I want you inside me.”

“I will be.”

“When I come. I want you…inside me…when I come, Alessandro.”

Hearing her say my name jolted me. I curled my finger. “Who said you only get one?”

“I want all of them with you inside me. So you feel me.”

“I feel you.” I dropped my lips to her pearl again and it spasmed against them.

She pulled at my hands. My head. My shoulders. Desperately tugging me upward. She wriggled herself up the bed, skirt twisted around her waist. “I want you to look at me. See what you do to me. Feel me grab you from inside while I drink everything I can out of you.”

Jesus Christ. Was this how Dr. Frankenstein felt when he realized he’d created something he couldn’t control?

She pulled me down on top of her, her legs already around my hips, reached between our bodies, took me in her hand, and guided me straight into her?—

“Okay, okay.” I stole myself back from her, trying to chuckle while also trying to wrest back control. I sat up between her legs.

She matched my chuckle, but it was frustrated. “Noooo, I’m so close!”

So was I. So was fucking I. I slid myself up and down her drenched center. “Cara?—”

She groaned and lifted her hips. Her hands clutched my shoulders, urging me forward. “Now!”

I should give her what she wanted.

I should edge her longer.

I should get this over with.

I should make it last forever.

I should concentrate.

I couldn’t, I was splintering.

I went on autopilot, notched myself at her entrance.

And she came. Or started to. But she interrupted herself, pushing at my shoulders. “No, not yet, fuck.”

“Amore mio, go. Let it out. Enjoy it.”

Her neck arched and her eyes closed and she fluttered around me, rippling, twitching, bucking. Then she stilled. And like after an earthquake, she waited to see if there would be an aftershock. Sure enough, her thighs quivered and her body grabbed once more. She took her time to recover, then opened her eyes, seeking mine. “Wow. You…got even for last night.”

On a satisfied laugh, I kissed her. Then we went to our sides, limbs tangling, hands tracing, breaths mingling. She leisurely caressed the side of my face. Then she touched my temple the way I’d touched hers. “What are you thinking about?”

She could tell I was thinking about something? That was relationship territory. I had to be more careful. “Funny you should ask. I was just thinking about the time you told me you weren’t passionate. How right you were.”

She slapped my shoulder and kissed me again. Harder.

When we’d built the fire back up, which took less time than I thought it would, I placed her onto her back and pressed my naked body onto hers. My length found its way between her folds, swimming through her newly pooled desire.

With her eyes open, staring straight into mine, I pushed my crown inside, and rested there, prepared to slowly work my way in. But her body wasn’t satisfied with that. It drew me further in, welcoming me. She was open, hungry, smooth as silk. Before I knew it, I was fully seated. We looked at each other with surprise. At how easily, securely, comfortably we fit together.

“God,” we said together.

Eventually, she found more words. “You can move.”

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