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CHAPTER7
Antonio was still trying to catch his breath from the ground-shaking orgasm he’d just had. Her hands stroked his back idly as her breathing began to even out.
Then she said something that rocked him. It shifted the world as he knew it, made him realize there were good things to be had. Echoing through her chest, where he still had a hand on her breast, she whispered…
“More…”
It took zero effort to throw her on the bed and stalk around her, planning his next move. Rumpled in the sexiest way, her halter top yanked down around her waist, her skirt pushed up to join it, those goddamned sexy fucking boots on her feet…
He began to unbutton his shirt, his pants having been kicked to the side long ago.
“We’re not naked enough.” He grinned down at her, and she began stripping quickly. He continued his unbuttoning as she kicked off her boots and removed the rest of her clothing, her eyes never leaving his body.
It was like a high, having her look at him like that. He gave her a cocky smile but didn’t say anything.
When they were both naked, he climbed on the bed, settling himself between her spread legs. Plumping her breasts together, he took on nipple in his mouth. He’d wanted to do this since he’d first seen them. Of course, there were a lot of things he’d wanted to do, especially since that shower scene earlier this week.
He’d get to that.
His hand dipped down to her folds, spreading their combined essences together, swirling them in and out and around. She threw her head back and moaned.
“You are more than I imagined,” he began, unable to speak the words clogging his throat. He dipped his head back to her breast, swirling the nipple around with his tongue, flicking it back and forth while she writhed under him. He shoved his fingers in deeper, relishing the low moan that escaped from her throat.
He was already hard again.
“Hold your tits together,” he demanded as he climbed up her body. He’d been dreaming of this. “I’m going to fuck them now.” She eagerly complied, her eyes lit up like Christmas, and he thrust between them, still lubricated from their earlier coupling. “Tighter,” he groaned as he felt the fleshy warmth of them. He pinched an erect nipple hard, and she moaned. His tip came out the top, and she slipped her tongue out to try to reach it. He pushed a little harder, and the glistening pink appendage swiped across the slit on his head and he nearly lost himself.
Well, that was enough of that.
Antonio grabbed another condom.
He flipped her over and fisting her hair, he tugged her head back, arching her back. “Up on your knees. I want your hand on your clit, understand?”
Her voice was a keening moan as she answered, “Yes,” and then he speared her with him until his hips hit her ass.
“Goddamn,” he muttered. She was wet, hot, and everything he’d ever wanted. Her back arched beautifully. Her hair wrapped around his fist, he held her while he slammed into her repeatedly. Her fingers dutifully worked her clit in time with his thrusts and she could hear her chanting under her breath. “I can’t hear you, Cariño. Tell me what you need.”
“Oh God, oh God. I want to come. I want you. I want this. I want more. I want— Oh God.”
“Greedy little thing.” He tugged her up so she was balanced on her knees and suddenly wished for a mirror. He knew they were making a picture of erotic decadence. He pounded into her from behind, one hand on her tit, squeezing the nipple, while her hand was on her pussy, coaxing her clit to another orgasm.
He almost came at the image in his head. He untangled his fist from her hair and brought it to her throat, holding her close as he tightened on the sides slightly.
She groaned through hitching breaths, a decadently broken sound, as she came around him again. It was heaven, the tight squeeze, followed by pulsing waves as she trembled, unable to hold the position on her own.
But he’d taken the edge off when they got there. Now, he wasn’t anywhere close to being done with her. He kept pumping into her until she started her climb again. When she was close, he pulled out.
On a sob, she crumpled to the bed, shaking with an ache he could understand. He’d felt it since he’d met her.
He tugged her into position on top of him, marveling at the vision. Lowering her by the hips onto his waiting dick, he moaned at the warmth enveloping him. All long arms and legs, her mahogany hair tumbled around her tear-streaked face, she was glorious. Her tears were from pleasure and happiness, and he would relish the opportunity to fatten her up a bit.
Her tits bounced as she moved, slowly at first, then with more enthusiasm as she got her rhythm. He tweaked a nipple, relishing in her wince. She was supersensitive and tired, and he would take over if she’d just give herself one more.
One of his thumbs moved to her clit, rubbing slow circles in time with her bouncing. He was fascinated by the movement of her tits, and he sat up to capture one in his mouth. Her moans grew louder as he plundered her body with sensation, loving the tight heat of her pussy around his cock.
“Oh!” Her exclamation turned into a long, low moan as she climaxed, milking his cock like a vise.
In one fluid movement, he rolled them over, and she didn’t protest, her limbs lax with her last orgasm. Her eyes had fluttered shut, her cheeks flushed, and he was happy and proud that he had done that to his woman.
