Page 8 of Silent Cravings

God, she was soaked, and the finger I dragged through her slit left us both groaning helplessly. “Oh, God…” she moaned out, throwing her head back as I played with her hot, slick pussy. I could’ve watched her all night, moving on top of me as I worked her into a frenzy while my dick dripped in anticipation.

She sat up all at once, lifting herself away from my throbbing length before finding my belt and unzipping my fly. I could only lie back and watch her, half in shadow, since only the downstairs lights were on. Somehow, that added to the thrill.

My hand shook with urgency as I pulled my wallet from my back pocket to take out a foil-wrapped condom.

The touch of her slim fingers around my throbbing shaft damn near wiped every conscious thought out of my mind. How could I think with pure sensation invading every aspect of my being? I could hardly breathe, and I sure as hell couldn’t think about anything but the pleasure threatening to tear my mind apart as Valentina unrolled the latex down my length.

How was it this good? How had it not been this good in years?

I took myself in one hand and dragged my head through her hot slit. She arched, going stiff, sucking in a sharp breath at the contact against her sensitive flesh. “Ready for this?” I whispered. “Are you ready for my cock inside you?”

“Y-yes!” she stuttered as I found her entrance and pulled her down until she enveloped me. Oh, fuck, she was still perfect. Tight, hot, made for me. She cried out, arching her back and pulling the clip from her hair, letting it hang free while she slid down my shaft.

I couldn’t wait for her to adjust as I let out a guttural groan. I had waited ten fucking years, and now, with her hips in my hands, I thrust upward. It was magic, it was primal, it was something I didn’t know how I lived without.

It took no time for her to set her pace, her hair brushing my chest when she leaned down to kiss me, riding me. “Fuck, yes,” she whimpered out, grinding against my base while her head swung back and forth in abandon.

I was on fire. Her touch, those hands all over my skin, nails scraping my shoulders and chest. Her cunt tightened, greedy for my cock, threatening to milk me dry.

More than anything, it was her. Valentina. Wild, untethered, leaning down so she could whisper in my ear. “You feel so good. So good…” I thrust upward to meet her strokes, and she shivered, her moans turning to high-pitched whines. She was close, clenching around me, threatening to make me explode.

“Come for me,” I growled into her ear. “Cream on my cock.”

All at once, the tension broke, her ecstatic cries filling my ears. That was my sign to let go. When I did, it was with a roar so intense it left my head spinning.Holy fuck.She was still spasming around me by the time she lifted her hips tolet me slip from her, soft sighs coming with every heaving breath she took.

After disposing of the condom in a wastebasket next to the bed, I flopped onto my back. I was wiped out but euphoric after coming harder than I had in ages. What made it better was the way she sighed beside me before curling up with her head on my shoulder. “That wasn’t bad for round one,” she murmured, and I’d be damned if my dick didn’t twitch in response.

The cold lightof morning had a way of changing things.

She was fast asleep, snoring softly when I sat up, surrounded by pillows and twisted sheets we’d left behind before passing out.

What were we supposed to do now? What was I supposed to do? I was never any good at words, and she deserved something, anything. What would I say?

She slept peacefully, her bare skin glowing like a pearl in the light filtering through the curtains, her hair a chocolate brown fan across the white pillowcase. After three rounds last night, it was no wonder she was out cold. When she woke, there’d be the awkward small talk, possibly resentment.

Worse yet… regret.

But I couldn’t leave without watching her one last time, gently running the back of my hand across her warm, rosy cheek and memorizing her timeless beauty from up close.

Déjà vu is a motherfucker.Suddenly, we were eighteen again, and she had fallen asleep in my room, exhausted from too many orgasms. I found myself admiring her swollen lips and darklashes atop the apples of her cheeks before gently wrapping a sheet around her to keep her warm.

Just as quickly, I pushed away the memories as they came flooding in and removed my hand.

She would call me a coward, and maybe I was tiptoeing downstairs to grab the rest of my clothes and clean up the cold food I’d left on the counter. The thought of leaving her a note crossed my mind, but I pushed it down. It wasn’t like we’d never see each other again.

She’d thank me for this. Making a clean break.

At least, that’s what I told myself. I needed to believe it by the time I crept out of the silent apartment, hoping she’d understand.

3

VALENTINA

“We’ll set some dates at this meeting, and I’ll forward you the info as soon as I have it.” Traffic on 495 was light, meaning I could make good time on my way out to East Hampton the Monday after Rose’s engagement party.

We needed to hit the ground running on this, so I had my assistant already compiling potential vendor information and combing through lists of vendors we had partnered with in the past in hopes they’d be willing to do us a favor and rush a project. With all the events I’d planned and publicized, it meant having a deep well to draw from.

Bianca’s soft sigh didn’t give me much confidence. “It’s the second week in April already,” she reminded me.

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