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Surprised by the tightness of her throat, she nodded and tugged his jacket down his arms, spanning her fingers over the breadth of his shoulders. The crisp white dress shirt emphasized his muscles. All his muscles. Her attention drifted down his torso as she worked on his buttons and un
dressed him as quickly as her overeager fingers allowed. Beneath he wore a white undershirt, which she shoved up to reveal his defined stomach, already rippling with his inward breaths. She drew her fingertips over his navel, enormously pleased by the rumble in his throat.
Soon he wouldn’t be capable of anything more than those hungry, mindless sounds. She wouldn’t stop until she got her way.
Until she’d staked her claim—permanently.
“God, when you look at me like that…”
“Like this?” She drank her fill, a smile playing around her mouth at the increased rise and fall of his chest.
He twisted her nipples between thumb and forefinger and matched her smile when she gasped. “Just like that.”
It wasn’t any hardship to study his delectable body, especially while he kept up his sensuous torment of her breasts. Dark hair fanned over his pecs and wound its way down to the waistband of his pants. With a couple of flicks, they were undone, leaving her free to reach inside and stroke his stiff length, outlined in the black clingy material of his boxers. She rolled back the waistband and closed her palm over the damp head of his cock, her gaze slamming against his while he jerked in her hand.
“Now this is an erection that shouldn’t be hidden by latex.” As flippant as she tried to sound, the last word still trembled on her tongue when he lifted her chin.
“Your choice. All of this is.”
“Our choice,” she corrected, leaning closer to lick his lower lip. His ragged breaths only grew choppier when she began to stroke him. “Let’s make it together.”
“Ti amo.” She was pretty sure that had something to do with love in Italian, but she didn’t know for certain. Nor did she care. It sounded fucking sexy.
He rocked into her movements, eyes closing. Features relaxing and tensing simultaneously. She took her time with him, putting everything she felt and still hadn’t said into the glides of her hands. Into her eyes, so that when he finally looked at her again, she knew he would see how much he mattered to her and how grateful she was he hadn’t given up on her when she’d been tempted to give up on herself.
That was what love was all about, wasn’t it? Giving instead of taking. Believing instead of doubting. When she was with him, she started to think she was capable of becoming that sort of person too.
Softly, she laid her lips on his and upped the intensity of her strokes. The contrast in textures nudged him that much closer to climax and he whispered her name again and again as if he were saying a spell. She reached down and closed her fingers around his sac, earning a groan that let her know he wouldn’t last long. “Baby, I can’t wait.”
She smiled, ridiculously happy with his sudden lack of control. She’d done that to him. He was a guy who could normally last forever, as he’d demonstrated the other night at Kink, and here he was on the verge from just a hand job and a few kisses. She slowed down instead of speeding up, wanting to prolong this incredible moment between them until neither of them could take it anymore.
Apparently he had the same idea, because he licked and nipped at her nipples with a light, teasing pressure that drove her mad. When he finally dipped his hand between her drenched thighs, she arched into his touch and cried out, beyond ready to go on the ride of her life with him.
He nuzzled her breasts, kissing them with an expression of total worship on his face while he fingered her to the brink. Her clit felt full and ripe and he knew exactly how to strum her flesh to make her pant.
God, the man was a maestro. A veritable genius. A foreplay expert par excellence.
“Make me come.” Her vision blurred but she never lost track of his dark eyes, so steady on hers. “Please, Tony.”
“Together, remember?” He shifted her until he could get his pants down far enough for her to climb onto his waiting cock. “I want to be inside you when we come.”
Poised above him, a hairsbreadth away from taking him inside, she hesitated. If she did this, sans condom, she’d be making a statement. One of total trust and complete understanding. They were both aroused, yes, but there could be no denying the significance of this moment.
Then she lifted her head and caught sight of his knowing smile, as if he could read every thought scrolling through her mind.
“It’s okay,” he said, reaching for his wallet. “We have a lot of time to—”
“No.” Her fingers encircled his width and she guided him home. One sure flex of her hips and he was buried deep, right where he belonged. “You’re right.” She sighed. “It feels so much better without a condom.”
“Well, duh.” His echo of her earlier comment elicited a giggle. He cupped her cheek in one hand and wrapped his other arm around her, urging them into a slow, gentle rhythm that coaxed her building arousal to a simmering hum in her blood.
She flicked her tongue over his lips and sank into his hot, endless kisses. Every inch of her body belonged to him, her every molecule and nerve in sync with his. So good. No, it was better than good. This was the best sex of her life, with the man she loved and who loved her right back.
Her climax ripped through her with a suddenness that stole her breath. Their bodies had been revving to this point for what felt like forever, but her orgasm overtook her so fast that her hips shot into overdrive. Her nails scraped down his upper arms and she clamped around his cock, rocking them both into oblivion. “Tony, I’m—”
“I know. Me too.” He fused his mouth to hers so that his groan flowed into her while his release bathed her pussy. Over and over, he pulsed deep within her, extending her orgasm with his wild thrusts.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and dropped her forehead to his, tasting his exhalations as if they were her own. Right now they were. He reached up to cup the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. Why that gesture felt protective, she didn’t know. But she liked it. She loved it.
