Page 10 of Personal Research

Her eyelids lowered while he chuckled against her ear. As lovely as his lilting voice sounded during his sexy litany, she had little use for flattery at the moment. Not while his thick fingers plunged in and out of her, filling her just as she’d imagined. More liquid flowed from her, and his fingers quickened their pace. God, they felt indescribable.

”Impatient, Bella?”

She gripped his hip, urging him closer. “More.” She bit off a moan. “Now.”

“I only had one condom.” He wrapped his hand, damp with her wetness, over hers on his cock and guided the head against her pussy. Tempting her with the forbidden fruit, daring her to take one big bite. “I’m clean, I swear it. And I trust you are too?”

She nodded, but she couldn’t take the chance with a stranger. Before she said a word, he kissed away the concerns she hadn’t voiced. “Come on me. That is all.”

She liked that idea. A lot. And sure, believe a stranger. Why not?

The rest of the night had been a fairy tale, if an X-rated one. Besides, anti-germ girl had not been invited to this party. Her inner vixen wanted to walk on the wild side, not tiptoe along the sidewalk of safety.

“I’m on the pill. And I’m clean too.”

When his eyes narrowed, she wondered if he’d changed his mind. “Are you single?” he questioned in a low voice.

“Of course.” That he’d asked this late in the game pulled an uneven laugh from her. “You?”

“I would not be here otherwise.”

That was hot. Fidelity, thick fingers, and a cock that hit her in all the right places?Sign me up.

Besides, she’d already fucked him. If she’d made a mistake, why bother rectifying it now?

She leaned closer and kissed him hungrily, whispering a sexy stream of innuendos between breaths. How he made her feel, what she wanted. All the erotic thoughts she typed all the time but had never felt free to share with a lover before.

But this—he—was different.

Maybe she could be different too while she was with him.

He swallowed her pleas and gave her just what she needed, his cock resuming the strokes his fingers had ceased. He rubbed against her clit gently, heightening her pleasure as his mouth trailed down her neck and over her shoulders. While she gripped his erection and teased her pussy, he claimed her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, sucking hard as he brought the stiffened tips together. She cried out, moving faster against him. Almost there. Giving into temptation, she brought him more fully against her, rubbing him against her flesh.

God, she needed this. Just this. Wordlessly, she begged him with her body to make her come again, hard enough that this stupid office with its drab carpet and soulless windowed walls disappeared.

Shuddering, she pressed her face against his neck as the whirl of sensations inside her coalesced into yet another staggering orgasm. “Oh yes. Yes.”

Her raw moans only seemed to spur him on more. His huge hand cupped her ass as he pushed her back against the desk. Then his teeth clamped on her shoulder in a silent shout while his body bucked and his hot release splashed her pussy, thighs, and belly.

Elena clung to him, shocked to feel spasms still shuddering through her body.

Every time she thought she was finished, he demanded more.She doubted she’d be complaining anytime soon.

As he recovered, his breath hot against her ear, she smoothed her hands over his chest. Damp skin stretched taut over lean muscles that bunched under her touch. She flicked her tongue over his pecs. He wasn’t bare here by any stretch of the imagination, and the smattering of hair tickled her chin.

He grunted appreciatively as she feathered her fingers down the line of hair that led to the cock still pulsating between her thighs. He was so strong and hard, but as he softened, vulnerable, too. Warmth washed over her, and it wasn’t just because he'd filled his hands with her sensitive breasts. Her chest felt sore, too, as if she’d just taken a punch.

She nuzzled his brow, his cheeks, the defined line of his jaw. Already he had a bit of stubble, just enough to bristle against her used lips.

Finally, she found his mouth. She sagged against him, floating away in a slumberous kiss full of tongue and sleepy emotion.

He took her hand and held it against his heart, then opened his eyes to look into hers. His were dark, deep, liquid brown like a puppy’s. And he smiled tenderly, as if he hadn’t just fucked her silly.

“Tell me your name,” she said, shocked to hear her voice quake.

He brushed his thumb over her knuckles. “Enzo.”

“Very Italian.”

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