Page 114 of Casanova LLC

“I know. I will. Believe me I will. But not yet. This feels too good.”

“It does. I can’t believe how good.”

Claire

I was so full. I’d been so empty, for so long, even before my husband died, and now?

Fucking hell.

I was tempted to close my eyes, but I didn’t want to miss a moment of this.

He softly kissed my open lips. Brushed his back and forth.

And yet he remained still, nothing more than the pulse of him, beating deep inside me. I couldn’t imagine what would happen when he moved.

And then he did. Just the smallest movement out…and a reach back in. His eyes told me there was more to come.

“Now we can do what you want,” he said against my mouth.

“I want to open myself to you.” With that, I drew my knees up around his waist.

He readjusted, settling himself right where I needed him. He moved again. This time with more intent, and I bore down on him. “Let me bring it to you.” Thrust. My eyes closed. “Look at me.” The intensity of the pleasure had made me momentarily forget. I opened them as his thrust took on a rhythmic cant. “Do you know what those eyes do to me?” Short thrust. Long thrust.

A whine escaped me. A finger came up between our lips. “Try keeping all the sound inside you this time.” The finger left and both his hands went to the side of my head, bracing and soothing in equal measure. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. My legs started to tremble. My breath broke into small pulses against his mouth. He settled into a steady rhythm, but changed the depth. Shallow; deep; very deep. Then the pace increased. Then he stilled, as far inside me as he could be, his pelvic bone placed perfectly. I was on the precipice when he said to me, with his eyes as much as his words: “Come, Claire.”

Neither of us moved. And in the stillness, as in the eye of a hurricane, I swelled like an overflowing reservoir. Until I spilled over the dam.

Swallowing my sounds pushed every sensation down into my solar plexus. I shook, I vibrated, possessed. I dug my fingers into his strong shoulders. He responded by going deeper—how was that possible?—with the smallest spine-based thrust. I curled in on myself and he held my head, making me look into his eyes. As if there were any other place I’d look.

What I saw there…

I’d never felt more powerful. His witnessing of what was inside me, what he’d lured out, what I’d given over to him, humbled both of us.

I spun around the galaxy a few times.

When it was over, when the spilled water was seeping slowly into the ground, he unclasped my head. He sat back on his knees, still inside me. Ran both hands down the length of my body spread before him. His breathing as ragged as mine.

I looked at him, the curves and angles above me. His hair falling into an eye, his awestruck mouth, his chest heaving.

I loved him.

If I hadn’t before—and I had, I knew I had—the proof was irrefutable to me now.

Nothing would ever be as real to me as this.

An animal sound escaped me, and his face jerked up to mine.

I was already moving, sitting up, my hands clawing up his arms. I threw my chest against his, my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist. I buried my face in his shoulder and sobbed. “Thank you.”

“Claire—”

“Thank you for helping me find myself.”

After a moment, one of his hands came to cradle my skull. His other arm banded across my lower back, pulling me so, so tight to him. He was still like iron inside me.

We stayed like that, just breathing together, until my emotions settled. He even swayed me gently, back and forth. “How is it possible that I want more?” I whispered.

“You never know what’s possible until you want it.”

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