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compelled faster, rougher motions against him. They were bound so tight against each other, skin fastened to skin, her arms around his neck, herb-scented braids curtaining them both. As he licked a bead of sweat from her neck, he felt her grip tighten on his hair, and his grip on her ample cheeks deepened to allow him to pump harder. Her juices slid onto his thighs the moment he did as her pussy convulsed around him. His groan was part relief, part agony as he came too, his hips slamming against her until there was nothing more left to give. With a sigh of completeness, he fell back onto the mattress, taking Francesca with him.
    “Don’t,” she warned, as he made to slip from her. Honestly, he was worried if he didn’t pull out of her, they’d start all over again. “Stay.”
    “Let me make us more comfortable, first.”
    “I’m fine where I am.”
    “Of course you are.” He chuckled, smoothing his hands around her waist and lifting her from his cock. He stopped. “Fuck.”
    “What?”
    From a long rip in the condom and her pussy lips, pearlescent fluid dripped onto his stomach. “Shit.”
    Francesca looked down and gasped. “Holy fuck!”
    He put her gently to one side and pulled the offending prophylactic from his semi-hard member. Francesca sat up and scrambled for the foil. “What the, what the what? The fuck? 2010?”
    Christ. Luca found a modicum of calm and attempted to allay her fears. “It happens.”
    “Why’ve you got old ones?”
    “It’s been a long time, I’m sorry. I haven’t had use for them.”
    Francesca seemed to be having a breakdown. “Oh God. Oh holy God on earth. Holy crap. Fu-huck.”
    “Are you on the pill?”
    She blinked. “Yes. Yes! I am. Oh, er...no, yeah. I am.”
    A frown lowered his brow slightly. “Are you sure? You don’t sound it.”
    She took a deep breath. “Yes. I’m panicking over nothing. It’ll be fine.”
    He cupped her face. “Then it will be fine, but sweetheart, whatever happens, you have me.”
    Francesca looked at her knees, scrunched up the foil and got to her feet. “Thanks. Do you mind if I have a shower?”
    “Not at all.”
    “You stay here,” she ordered, holding up both hands. “I have a feeling if you come with me, we’ll make things worse.”
    He caught both her hands and pulled her toward him. After a delicate kiss to her sweet mouth, he said softly, “We’ll be fine. I promise you.”
    She allowed him one, two more kisses before she gave him a little smile and turned to leave. Luca gave it a moment’s thought before following her.
    “Gianluca, what are you doing?”
    “Helping you work the shower,” he insisted, picking her up by the waist and carrying her into the bathroom. He turned on the water, felt for the temperature and turned back to her. She looked worried. Really worried. It didn’t concern him for a moment that this had happened. To him it was something that would have happened later, maybe in a year’s time, but fate had a funny way of putting his ideas out of joint. Francesca’s fear didn’t make him happy though, not one little bit. He brushed the streak of white from her thigh with his thumb.
    “Come in?” he asked, slipping his hand into hers and pulling her under the water. With her back pressed to his torso, he stroked lemon shower gel over her skin in circular motions. Sighs bubbled from her lips every so often, each time he covered her breasts or belly or moved over the curves of her bottom. He edged her to the tiled wall of the shower and let his fingers slip between her thighs.
    “Luca,” she groaned, her hands tightening on his biceps.
    Her pussy felt hotter than the water streaming over them. He rubbed back and forth with slow, steady movements on her hardened little clit until her fingernails dug into his muscles and his name was ripped from her throat.
    “See?” he whispered against her mouth. “Nothing to worry about.”
    “I’d believe you if you weren’t stabbing me with your