Page 11 of His Gilded Cage

“Carmella,” I whispered, swallowing. “You know how I feel . . .” This was how it always began.

Carmella cracked open the door between us with a kind word or a lingering touch and she lit a fire of desire inside of me. I ached to feel her touch, to feel her body beneath me. I wanted to silence my fear and uncertainty, to disappear into the softness of her skin.

“Is Veronica coming back?” Carmella nodded at the door, a wicked smile crossing her face.

“Not right away.”

“Then let’s get going,” she whispered moving towards me. “I want to make up for how awful I was before.”

“It’s not your fault,” I said, hands still at my side. I needed to know definitively what she wanted. There could be no confusion, no mistake. I would never take a woman who didn’t want me.

Carmella slipped her arms around my waist, pushing her body against mine. I had my answer and my body responded immediately growing hard with a rush that made it difficult to breathe.

“We may not be together anymore but that doesn’t mean I don’t still want you Marco.”

“You want me,” I whispered.

“I want to make you feel better, to remind you of the love we shared. You can always come to me with your problems no matter what.”

Then her lips were against mine, they were soft and warm. I moaned and my fingers ran along her lower back. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom unbuttoning her blouse with her free hand.

“What do you want?” she asked me, her dark eyes locking with mine. “Just tell me.”

“Take off your clothes,” I said, the rush of control moving through me.

“Of course,” she said. Batting her eyelashes, she undressed and then climbed naked onto my bed.

She spread her legs and fingered herself, staring at me. She knew this made me crazy. Carmella was always so kind, so good, these moments when she let down her walls and her sexuality poured forth without restraint were impossible to resist.

This was her seduction.

My good girl was being bad.

The woman knew how to bring me to my knees.

I moved to her, my body in command, my desire throbbing and pulling me forward like a sailor drawn to a siren. I buried my face between her legs, her knees propped up on my shoulders. She moaned and massaged my head rising up to meet my tongue. This felt familiar. I knew her body. I knew the sweet taste of her pussy, the rise of her clit.

She writhed against me moaning. I glanced up at her gorgeous body to see her playing with her erect nipples. I could wait no longer. I needed to be inside her.

I climbed over her and opened the drawer in my nightstand reaching for a condom.

Her eyes never left my face as I handed her the wrapper.

She sheathed me, and took my face in her hands, guiding me towards her. Her legs spread and I slid inside her slick pussy, my body shuddered as I disappeared into that hot wet place where I had always believed I belonged.

I made love to her stroke after stroke remembering her body as if we were still young lovers. Without a word our breathing changed in perfect unison. Her grip tightened and we moved faster and faster until we both hovered on the edge of falling.

We paused, our bodies taut with unreleased energy.

“Marco,” she murmured. “My Marco.”

I drove deep inside her and we came together shaking and quivering. It was the most blissful release. My body hummed with energy taking away all of my worries. I was present in her body. She was my oxygen.

“Thank you,” she whispered, stroking my head as I propped myself up leaning gently on her chest.

“We should try again . . .” I said.

I felt her body tense. Her hand froze in midair. “It’s not possible,” she said, sighing. And just like that the girl who had fallen in love with me years ago was once again gone.

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