Page 143 of King Of Order

Her hands clutched at my shoulders as she moaned, every soft sigh driving me, energizing me, lifting me into ecstasy.

Outside, it’d been storming, the weather kicking up a fuss.

Inside, however, our passion and desire had been ratcheting higher by the minute.

We’d come in from a swim, where we’d fooled around in the ocean, kissing, exchanging erotically charged banter, touching, stroking, taking each other’s pulse.

With her, I was so present.

She had me tapping into all my body’s sensations—sight, sound, scent, and taste—which only heightened my need for her.

We ran home when lightning struck the ocean in the distance, crackling from the storm clouds rolling in.

We’d run to the shower, where I now stood as my woman drove me wild under the flowing water.

Her hips swirled, rotating her pussy, twisting my cock, squeezing tight, ripping along my length.

I grunted, inhaling with a sharp hiss as bliss began to build impossibly higher at the base of my spine.

I was about to blow. Hard.

‘Leone, come for me,’ she breathed in my ear. ‘Sono tua. I’m all yours.’

I sliced my eyes at her, pushing her hands to the tiles. Splaying her so she was open to me, driving into her as she wrapped both thighs around my waist.

So fuckin’ sensual.

I loved how Chiara gazed at me. Her eyes were the most inquiring and bottomless I’d ever seen. She approached the world with transparency and honesty.

No subject was forbidden between us in and out of the bedroom: She encouraged me to divulge every piece of my life and my past sans judgment.

That openness extended to the bed: She’d limited sexual experience, but I felt free to share all my fantasies and desires with her without fear of judgment or recrimination.

It made our fucking and lovemaking that much more wild yet so profoundly emotional.

Like it was now.

Poignant, touching, visceral.

Also untamed, scorching, in all angles and positions.

Her neck arched, her arms tightened as I moved my lips over hers, pumping and penetrating.

So deep, so good, so tight.

I pulled my mouth from hers and shoved my face in her nape. ‘Belleza,’ I grunted as my entire body spasmed.

Cumming in waves of unleashed passion, thrusting on and on as water sliced over us, only adding to our heat.

She, too, thrust those crimson tresses back and moaned, ‘Leone!’

She gave a series of guttural groans as she bucked her way through era bliss.

I was here for it.

She slumped on me, almost slid off me, ready to hit the shower floor, done, spent, finished.

With a growl, I lifted her into my arms.

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