Page 87 of Wicked Sinner
Caesar gives me that wicked smile, lowering himself to join me on the bed as he leans over me. He kisses me with a little more softness this time, his mouth still hungry but not as punishing, as his hand slips between my thighs to stroke my too-sensitive clit.
“Caesar—” I start to push his hand away, but he shakes his head.
“You can take it. You can take as much pleasure as I want to give you. All of it.” His fingers slide over my clit again, and I shudder, arching into his hand. It’s too much… but it feels good, too, the promise of more, and I want it.
Even though I know I shouldn’t have it.
I feel like I’m sliding into a haze, into a blur of pleasure that doesn’t let up or give me time to think. Caesar fingers me to another orgasm before guiding his cock into me again, thrusting deep and slow this time until we both come together, my body shuddering from the overwhelming sensations.
And then he slides out, falling onto the bed next to me, one arm over my waist as if he’s worried I’ll run away if he stops touching me for even a second.
It’s a reasonable thing to worry about. I glance at the door. I shouldn’t be in here, in Caesar’s bed, having fallen headlong over a line that I drew so deeply in the sand between us. I need to reestablish that distance, but it feels impossible right now.
He’s so fucking handsome, and he’s naked, in bed, with me. He threw Isabella Torrino out of his house and fucked me until I couldn’t see straight, then immediately got hard again… forme.
It’s intoxicating, and like anything that gets you drunk or high, I know it’s bad for me.
But I don’t want it to stop yet.
Caesar strokes his thumb over my lower lip. “Maybe you’re not as impervious to my charms as you think you are,” hemurmurs, that wicked gleam still in his eyes. “You said that you didn’t want me, but I think that was a lie, Mrs. Lewis-Genovese.”
I fight to keep from sucking in a breath at the way he chose to say my name. Hyphenated, the way I told him I wanted. Possessive, but without claiming me completely, to the exclusion of everything I want.
I push him away, sitting up halfway as my heart races in my chest. “You’re dangerous,” I manage, swallowing hard. “I don’t want dangerous.”
“Don’t you?” Caesar pushes himself up on one elbow, his hand stroking down my back. “Because you just came four times in the last hour fromdangerous.”
“That was from your fingers and your cock,” I retort, and I see his eyes heat at the filthy word leaving my mouth.
“Same thing,” he murmurs, and he leans in, brushing his lips over my spine. “I’ve been told my cock is dangerous. Tends to make women make bad decisions.”
“Well, that’s right.” I start to move away, but he hooks an arm around my waist, pulling me back down into the bed with him. “That was a bad decision.”
“And the second time?” He leans over me.
“A worse one,” I tell him firmly, and Caesar smirks, leaning down to kiss me with that full mouth that I so badly want to feel between my legs again.
“What about a third?” he murmurs, and then his mouth is on mine, his tongue sliding against the seam of my lips, and I know I’m lost.
Just this one night,I tell myself, and in the morning, I know I have to stick to it.
But right now, all I want is him inside of me again, as many times as I can have it before we wake up tomorrow.
22
CAESAR
In the morning, when I wake up before Bridget does, I take full advantage of the situation.
I’m still not sure how I managed to get her to stay in bed with me all night. After the third time, she was so exhausted that she fell asleep. I ordered takeout for dinner and brought it to her in bed, turning on a movie to keep her from leaving. When the movie was finished, I kissed her and made her come with my fingers again, and then I fucked her until we were both breathless, and Bridget begged me to let her go and take a shower.
Afterward, I went down on her, and she returned the favor. And, although I wanted to keep fucking her until the sun came up, I’d finally run out of the ability to get hard again, no matter how badly I still wanted it.
Now, she’s lying peacefully in my bed, asleep with her honey-blonde hair tangled around her face, naked and perfect. I’ve wanted her right here for so long, and now that she is, the thought of letting her out of my sight—out of my bed—feels almost painful.
Slowly, I slide down under the sheets, trying not to wake her. I breathe in the scent of her warm skin, leaning over her. Carefully, I part her with my fingertips, flicking my tongue against her clit as I hear her let out a soft sigh from above me.
I want her to wake up like this, with my mouth on her pussy and my fingers inside of her, making her come before her day has even started. I want her to see just how good this could be, how she could have this all of the time, every day.
