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his eyes.
"Please," I whispered, taking his face in my hands and kissing him once more as I pressed my body into his.
He became even more rigid, his shaft pressing into my belly. Then in one swift move, he lifted me, shut his eyes as if saying a silent prayer, and lowered me onto his throbbing cock. I stiffened, throwing my head back with a moan I could barely stifle as he entered me.
And then, it was as if time had frozen, our bodies melded together in a moment of pure desire on the cusp of ecstasy. His arms around me, strong muscles holding me up as I clung to him with arms and legs wrapped around his waist. I gazed lovingly into his eyes, seeing desire touched with softness. Our bodies paused, perfectly still save for the steady rise and fall of our chests.
I leaned forward, laying my lips on his. His kiss was not the ravenous, desperate kisses from just seconds earlier. They were soft and warm, gentle as his tongue tentatively explored my willing mouth. My fingers caressed his neck, holding his head to mine. He shifted slightly, pulling back to look at me as he moved us away from the wall. He turned, taking two short steps as he carried me to the bed and bent to lay me down gently.
I gasped, a sense of profound loss, when he slipped out of me. Damn! For a second, I feared he was having doubts, but then I realized he hadn’t let go of me. His hands still held me tightly, as I held him, our eyes still lost in each other.
Then, his hands moved up to my waist, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of my dress and gently sliding it over my hips, dropping it next to my panties. He kept his movements slow, deliberate, watching me all the while.
I licked my lips, raising up on my elbows to watch him strip off the rest of his clothes. Then he stood before me, my eyes raking over the smooth bronze skin and hard muscles. His broad chest, strong arms, powerful legs, his erection, still glistening from its moment deep inside me. He stood before me like the statue of a Greek champion, but with no conceit. None of the smugness I’d seen in him before. None of that business-like control.
This was just Antonio. A man I wanted so badly it hurt. A man who wanted me just as much. And at long last, I had my wish. As he stood naked before me, there was nothing to hide and nothing to hold him back.
The thought made me shudder with anticipation as he watched me, exploring my fully naked body with his eyes, just as I had done with him a moment before. I slid my hand over my belly and kept moving downward, fingers brushing over my neatly trimmed mound. Just like the dances I had performed for him, it thrilled me to have his attention entirely on me as I put on this little show.
I parted my legs and let my middle finger slip into the slick warmth between, then slowly pulled back, bringing my finger up to circle my nipple, making it taut and hard again with my desire.
It was Antonio's turn to bite his lip. Then he smiled that slit-eye smile he sometimes had. In one swift motion, he was kneeling before me, his hands caressing my calves as his lips dotted my thighs with little kisses and nibbles.
My breath came faster, my breasts rising and falling as I watched his mouth move closer and closer for a second time this night. But his tongue only paused for a moment to taste me—teasing little circles, slipping inside—before moving on to plant more kisses along my belly, trailing up between my breasts. I loved the feel of his hands on me as mine wrapped around his back. His mouth found one hard nipple, catching it between his teeth as his other hand massaged my breast.
"Cara," he murmured as he raised heavy-lidded eyes to meet mine.
Speaking was the last thing on my mind, but I managed to whisper, "Yes," a moment before his lips descended, his tongue entwining with mine. And a moment after that, I was moaning into his mouth as he buried himself once more inside me.
I wrapped my legs around him, pulling his rigid fullness into me as
"Please," I whispered, taking his face in my hands and kissing him once more as I pressed my body into his.
He became even more rigid, his shaft pressing into my belly. Then in one swift move, he lifted me, shut his eyes as if saying a silent prayer, and lowered me onto his throbbing cock. I stiffened, throwing my head back with a moan I could barely stifle as he entered me.
And then, it was as if time had frozen, our bodies melded together in a moment of pure desire on the cusp of ecstasy. His arms around me, strong muscles holding me up as I clung to him with arms and legs wrapped around his waist. I gazed lovingly into his eyes, seeing desire touched with softness. Our bodies paused, perfectly still save for the steady rise and fall of our chests.
I leaned forward, laying my lips on his. His kiss was not the ravenous, desperate kisses from just seconds earlier. They were soft and warm, gentle as his tongue tentatively explored my willing mouth. My fingers caressed his neck, holding his head to mine. He shifted slightly, pulling back to look at me as he moved us away from the wall. He turned, taking two short steps as he carried me to the bed and bent to lay me down gently.
I gasped, a sense of profound loss, when he slipped out of me. Damn! For a second, I feared he was having doubts, but then I realized he hadn’t let go of me. His hands still held me tightly, as I held him, our eyes still lost in each other.
Then, his hands moved up to my waist, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of my dress and gently sliding it over my hips, dropping it next to my panties. He kept his movements slow, deliberate, watching me all the while.
I licked my lips, raising up on my elbows to watch him strip off the rest of his clothes. Then he stood before me, my eyes raking over the smooth bronze skin and hard muscles. His broad chest, strong arms, powerful legs, his erection, still glistening from its moment deep inside me. He stood before me like the statue of a Greek champion, but with no conceit. None of the smugness I’d seen in him before. None of that business-like control.
This was just Antonio. A man I wanted so badly it hurt. A man who wanted me just as much. And at long last, I had my wish. As he stood naked before me, there was nothing to hide and nothing to hold him back.
The thought made me shudder with anticipation as he watched me, exploring my fully naked body with his eyes, just as I had done with him a moment before. I slid my hand over my belly and kept moving downward, fingers brushing over my neatly trimmed mound. Just like the dances I had performed for him, it thrilled me to have his attention entirely on me as I put on this little show.
I parted my legs and let my middle finger slip into the slick warmth between, then slowly pulled back, bringing my finger up to circle my nipple, making it taut and hard again with my desire.
It was Antonio's turn to bite his lip. Then he smiled that slit-eye smile he sometimes had. In one swift motion, he was kneeling before me, his hands caressing my calves as his lips dotted my thighs with little kisses and nibbles.
My breath came faster, my breasts rising and falling as I watched his mouth move closer and closer for a second time this night. But his tongue only paused for a moment to taste me—teasing little circles, slipping inside—before moving on to plant more kisses along my belly, trailing up between my breasts. I loved the feel of his hands on me as mine wrapped around his back. His mouth found one hard nipple, catching it between his teeth as his other hand massaged my breast.
"Cara," he murmured as he raised heavy-lidded eyes to meet mine.
Speaking was the last thing on my mind, but I managed to whisper, "Yes," a moment before his lips descended, his tongue entwining with mine. And a moment after that, I was moaning into his mouth as he buried himself once more inside me.
I wrapped my legs around him, pulling his rigid fullness into me as
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