Page 84 of Casanova LLC

“So much.”

“Turn around and bend over. Show me what you have for me.”

Would my want make her uncomfortable? Had I overstepped? Before I could answer my own questions, she had turned around, looked back at me with a smile, and complied. More than complied. She seemed happy to do so. And just as I was about to ask her if she would open herself for me, she said, “Would you like to see more?”

“So much.”

She spread herself. Ran a finger through her valley and without another word sunk two fingers inside her quicksand. We moaned together. Her sounds sent an electric pulse down my spine. My hand naturally went for my dick, but I halted. I wanted to make sure she knew how much I desired her. I couldn’t be just another man watching her, detached. “Claire? I want to be touched and if you don’t want me to do it myself, get the fuck over here.”

She straightened, turned around, and came toward me with glistening fingers. She placed her palms on my knees and lowered herself to the platform. As she went down, I went fully up.

She ran her hands up my thighs and cooed, “Do we have plans for tomorrow? Sightseeing?”

Huh? “Uh. Yeah. Yes. Why—what?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I was just thinking. Maybe invite Jacopo along for the day.”

“Jacopo?” Why was she bringing him up? I didn’t want to see him tomorrow, or now, or ever again. Why would she put him in my head? My cock started leaning like a certain famous tower. “What do you—w-why do you want him to go with us?”

“I don’t.” She grinned, then looked down at my deflation. “I just wanted to see if I was really in control.” She dropped a kiss to my thigh. “Thank you for the confirmation.”

I threw back my head, sighing at the canopy. “You could have just asked.”

“I’m sorry.” She pouted. “Let me fix it.”

I looked back at her just as she brought her creamy fingers to my crown. Swirled them around. Then down the length of me and swirled them back up. And I was upright again.

“You know what I’m wondering now?”

“If you say his name again, I swear?—”

“What your cock would feel like pressed against my lips.” She decided to find out.

I felt like I might explode then and there. The fear that realization elicited was enough to prevent it from happening. She couldn’t want that. Or did she? There had to be some happy medium between her taking control and me detonating like a teenager.

And then. And then. Her mouth. That sensual, amazing, full-lipped mouth found its way to my shaft. She ran her lips along the side, planting kisses as she moved around me. I had to lean back. I had to rest on my elbows. I was someplace I had never been and I didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Everything was heightened. Was it her, or me, or us? The feelings were new, so it had to be us.

“Can I touch you?” I didn’t recognize my voice.

She mm-hmm’d and the vibration against me made me twitch. The only part of her I could reach was her head. So I stroked her hair. I didn’t know what else to do. I had to touch her. Somewhere. Anywhere.

I watched the show in front of me.

She brought those pillowed lips back to my crown for another kiss. And then she opened them. And her mouth was receiving all of me like an honored guest.

How had this happened? How was this fantasy girl of mine, who I never thought I’d see again, here, on her knees before me, taking my girth in her princess mouth? How was my muse serving me?

Also. How was she so. Fucking. Good. At. This?

She worked me rhythmically, her mouth changing its pressure in subtle and then demonstrative ways. Her tongue was another world entirely.

Then she rolled her lips over her teeth and went down that way and…

My brain buffered. I couldn’t—it felt so—how did she—who was I?

She made a small, but delicious, choking sound and it woke me up enough to say, “How are you going to want this?” There was a difference between telling her what I wanted and doing whatever I wanted. We didn’t know each other well enough. We were both in uncharted territory. But, once again, before I could form the words, she beat me to the punch:

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