Page 54 of Deception

“Yes.”

“Are you cold?”

“A little.”

I hear more than see him rise in the darkness. Moving towards the fire, adding wood and stoking the flames. Shadows cut him in stone, every muscle of his shirtless back rippling.

He’s easing back down to the floor when I realize he’s only wearing underwear, my eyes tracing down the muscles of his abs, then lower. His hand braces right next to me as he adjusts the blankets and I reach out, my fingers brushing his knuckles.

“Alessandro …”

I'm pulling him towards me before I can stop myself.

A swelling need overtakes me, consumes everything.

There’s no hesitance in his movements as he lifts the covers and slides over, scooping an arm under me and pulling me up. Our lips graze once, twice, and he inhales, taking me in, right before claiming my mouth with his.

His kiss is desperate, firm.

Our tongues lash out, dancing between our teeth, testing and teasing each other.

Just like our conversations, it’s a back and forth, a fencing match. He dives in, exploring with his tongue, then darts back. I follow, biting his lower lip, dragging it out until neither of us can resist and we’re kissing deeply again.

Strong hands grip me, running down my thigh, up under me, cupping my ass and squeezing.

My legs twine around him, pulling him where I really want him, on top of me, grinding lightly, feeling the staggering length and thickness of him press through my panties.

His kisses wander up my jawline, nibbling my earlobe, sighing a growling breath into my ear, my name faintly lost in the rumble. The sensation washes down my entire body, pebbling my skin in goosebumps from head to toe.

Like he can read my mind, he slips his hands under my nightgown touching every inch of my taught, tingling skin. In one swift, powerful movement, he whips my gown up and over my head, tossing it aside.

In the flickering light he pauses, drinking in the sight of my exposed breasts, my heaving chest, and down the line of my stomach.

“My God…” he whispers, his voice husky and dark, “you’re the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”

He dives back in, devouring my lips, and just like that, I completely lose myself in him. We roll through a sea of blankets and furs, skin on skin, our soft moans and gasps accenting the popping crackle of the fire.

Alessandro leans over me, resting on his forearms as he drags his tongue around my nipple, then the other, shooting quivers of ecstasy down my spine. Until I press into his chest, flipping him to his back, and rising on top of him.

There are only two strips of fabric between us, my lacy thong and his boxer briefs.

Both doing little to hide what I've done to him—his immense, rigid cock looking like it might burst through the fabric any second—or what he’s doing to me; my core already soaked and slick.

The first rotation of my hips has him groaning, the second growling, his hands clamping down around my hips to clutch my ass cheeks. Friction zips electricity along my hips and into my groin as my clit presses into his bulge, making me bite down on my lip.

In response, he slides one hand up along my abdomen, cupping my breast and tweaking my nipple.

I almost chuckle at the sheer torture, and I can tell he won’t put up with this much longer.

His eyes are already tearing my underwear off before his hands get to it and I let him roll me onto my back, stripping them down my legs with a long, dragging pull.

Then his fingers are scraping up the inside of my thigh, while mine scrape up the back of his neck, twining into his hair, those sandy curls.

He slips one finger along me, gasping at the feel of the slickness he finds there. I can tell he’s about to slide it in when I shake my head, locking him with a stare.

It makes one side of his mouth curl in a little smile.

In one motion, he slips out of his boxers and lifts me, powerfully sitting up and resting me across his lap, my knees settling into the furs around us.

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