Page 78 of Captured Fantasy

I almost lost it when she leaned forward, trailing her mouth down the sweat gathered between my pecs. Her tongue snaked out, tasting my sweat on her lips. She dragged her tongue up to my neck, all the way up to my hairline behind my ear. I groaned as she bit me, her teeth threatening to break the skin.

She broke away, her eyes glittering as she sat back. I locked gazes with her, pumping my hips up into her body. Her head fell back slowly and I saw her let go. I saw her slip into a sweet, submissive place. I felt her give up control.

I fucked her in my lap, our bodies entwined like we’d always been this way. Like the night had no end and no beginning, Like we’d never have to pull our euphoric bodies apart and face the harsh reality of the morning.

I lost myself in the dark and her scent. I fucked her on the floor, over the edge of the bed, and up against the dresser. When I ran out of places to fuck her, I took her into the living room and fucked her on the floor, on the couch, against the glass sliding door.

She took it all, her eyes wide and trusting. Letting me use her body, letting me prove myself.

I carried her back to the bedroom when I couldn’t hold back any longer. There, I laid her down and climbed atop her slick body. Her thighs trembled as she wrapped her legs around me. I slid back into her pussy.

She was so wet and relaxed, all the fight fucked out of her body. We kissed with aching slowness as I thrust into her, completely lost in her perfect body. Lost in her taste, her touch, her scent. Lost in the edges of her mind, in the scorching heat of her soul.

I came with a shudder, grateful there was nothing between us. I needed to know my cum was painted inside the deepest parts of her, soaking into her body and her blood. I wanted it to stain her thighs when she stood up in the morning. I wanted her to feel me inside her days from now.

“Fuck, Cosimo,” she whispered, her lashes glittering.

“Yes, baby,” I breathed. “I can feel it.”

Our bodies were fully consummated in this moment. My tongue wound into her mouth as my cock softened and hardened again.

I didn’t pull from her for a long time. We lay there, bathed in sweat, lost in the darkness and the press of our bodies. I ran my tongue over her lips, tasting her leisurely, tracing the lines of her mouth. She parted her lips and I let my saliva slip past them. Her little moan told me that was what she’d wanted.

“You want to come, sweet girl?” I murmured.

She nodded.

“You were so perfect for me, you took me so well.” I brushed back her hair, cradling her face in my palm. “Let me spoil you now. You deserve to come as hard and as many times as you want.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

LORENZA

He carried me into the kitchen and set me onto the counter. I clung to him, the world spinning. I’d never had sex like that before. I remembered how I’d looked at him at the fundraiser and imagined that he could go all night. Now I knew it to be true.

This went beyond our physical bodies. He’d fucked me so deeply I’d let down my walls. Somewhere in the darkness, the sweat, the pleasure, the rawest parts of ourselves had touched.

The heat of him had scorched the naked fabric of my being, warming the ice deep inside me.

He was getting through to me. After years of being touched like I was nothing more than a sex toy, he had shattered my carefully constructed barriers. I was used to controlling my emotions and putting on a show like the most practiced porn star. Not anymore. There was no faking it, no performing with him.

I raised my eyes. His dark gaze burned close as he bent to kiss my mouth. His lips tasted salty, like his sweat, and it made my head spin. His fingers skimmed up my thigh and I parted so he could slide them into me. Filling me until I was perfectly, deliriously full.

His thumb found my clit and his mouth moved down to my breasts. Every sensitive point in my body was stimulated, the plug pressing deliciously into my asshole.

Pleasure built and built beneath his fingers until it burst in a shock of white light behind my lids. My chest broke open, a barrage of emotion surging free.

I buried my face in his chest and tears flowed as I came on his gentle hand. I clung to him, surrendering completely. He held my head to his heart, his deep voice hushed as he soothed me. His mouth traced over the top of my head and his fingers stroked me through my pleasure.

I’d never felt so helpless and safe before in my life.

My God, I’d needed this more than anything. I’d needed it for a very, very long time.

“Let it out, sweet girl,” he murmured, stroking my hair.

He pressed his big, square hand to the side of my head, keeping me against his warm chest. His fingers brushed against my temple, smoothing back my hair. Deep in his chest I heard him hum gently as he rocked me. After a few minutes I felt like I’d gained control of my body.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what that was,” I said shakily.

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