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He forces my face to his, his grip on my throat, and my eyes snap open. He holds my gaze as he strokes into me, slow but deep. I find I can’t look away. I’m hypnotized by the stormy dark blue, my body paralyzed by his skillful strokes.
Caesar’s passion rolls off him in waves. Trapped under him, I’m consumed in every way. I peer up into his handsome, tense face and surrender to the feelings he’s wreaking out of me. The intense physical sensations build ’til they’re about to burst a second time.
But there are other things he’s making me feel too—the flutter of my heart and chemicals in my brain that interpret this as a meaningful bond. That then send pulses of attachment through me.
I’ve always been the sensitive type. I’m caring by nature. I’m not the woman who sleeps around. I’m the woman who only wants to share these moments with someone special.
Caesar makes me feel more desired, more wanted, than I’ve ever felt in my life. He makes every touch feel like worship as his hand squeezes shut on my breast and he grips the other fleshy curves on my body. He kisses me like he can’t get enough and his breathing shallows out when he thrusts deep.
Everything about the moment inundates me in the desire Caesar has for me, from the flex of his muscles and tension crackling the hot air to the closeness he seeks. The skin-on-skin contact he demands.
He drags my hips and rolls me to my side. He grips my thighs and strokes my belly. He enters me from behind and then wraps me up in his arms for kisses. Shivers of pleasure rack through me as he strokes in and out.
My mouth has dropped open. My gaze has glossed over. I’m lost in the chase.
Always so close. Never close enough.
Caesar lifts my thigh higher and slams in harder. His touches become rougher. His movements gain urgency. He’s close himself, working into overdrive. He pushes me onto my stomach and enters at a whole new, deeper angle.
My cheeks spread apart; he gropes my ass and fucks me just right.
Tiny spots appear before my eyes. I stretch my hands above my head and clench my walls tighter. The orgasm sweeps through and takes me for a spin. I’m a goner as feel-good chemicals percolate from the inside.
I’m left smiling. Aftershocks ping me, my body like jelly.
Caesar’s not done ’til he’s ready. He’s flipped me onto my back again for more kisses. His hips slow up in the moment before he comes. He tears his mouth from mine, releasing rough breaths, burying his face in my neck instead. He bucks into me a few more times, then spills his warm release.
My pussy’s numb after two intense orgasms. My mind’s just as fuzzy.
He pulls me with him ’til we’re comfortably lying on my pillows with a sheet half covering us.
His grin makes a surprise appearance, a rare treat of his. “I think we know how we should pass the time during this blizzard.”
16
ARIANA
Iwake alone. I’m rolled up in the comforter, nice and cozy in the warmth of my bedroom. It takes a moment for sleepiness to fade and for me to process last night.
I’m naked.
Caesar and I had sex.
Several times.
It started in the afternoon and we spent the rest of the evening into the night enjoying ourselves. We cooked dinner together and played more card games. We indulged in a dessert that turned into foreplay that involved whipped cream and me quaking in pleasure.
Caesar and I had popped open another bottle of wine. I had abandoned any insecurity and doubt and had let myself soak up the night for what it was.
It was on from there.
Caesar worshiped my body in a way it has never been worshiped before. I was a living, breathing bundle of pleasure, nerves firing off all at the same time. I was so lost to the orgasms he gave me that I’d been spent by the time we were done.
Caesar didn’t just make me feel good; he gave me my first real vaginal orgasm. His dick had hit all the right spots, and his skillful stroke pushed me over the edge. I fell to pieces as he fell with me—we looked into each other’s eyes and rode the pleasure wave crashing over us, our bodies moving as one.
If I’m honest, last night was so damn good, I might’ve fallen in love with him.
As I recollect moments from last night, my heart gives an extra skip and makes me really wonder if I could have. Why else would I be having heart palpitations after our night together?
