Page 7 of Carnival Fever


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I want him.

“Shall we go?” he whispers in my ear. “It’s considered unseemly to engage in such public displays here—except at Nadur’s carnival, of course. Your hotel, then?”

I nod.

“Or would you like to see my house?” he asks.

“Your house.”

I don’t get much of a look at the house. We pass the Plenty Hotel on the way to it, and it’s not far away, but the countryside is dark here. He takes my hand and helps me out of the car. Holds my hand all the way in.

And then, when the heavy door closes behind us, he kisses me again, and these kisses are hungry. Arousing. Irresistible.

“Are you sure?” he asks. “I will take you to the hotel whenever you wish. Or you can stay as long as you wish.”

“I’ll let you know.” And then I kiss him again.

We kiss all the way up the stairs. We kiss all the way into his bedroom, where the windows are open to the starlit night and the bed is piled high with white covers. I take off my jacket, then my shoes.

He takes off his tie and shoes. We touch each other gently and tentatively at first, and then with more confidence. His lean strength under that business shirt is driving me mad, and I am suddenly so glad that I’m wearing a lace bra and satin undies.

The kisses go on. The caresses continue, and at some point I am aware of being naked in his bed, close to his masculine chest, dusted with hair, and that I’m salivating to get his long cock into my mouth.

He forestalls that by sliding down my torso between my thighs, and I give one panicky thought to the active day and my sweaty body before realizing that it’s not fazing him. The next second, he’s licking at my little button, gently but in a perfect rhythm, and that I am for the first time ever, going to come from a man’s tongue.

And then I do come, and the world spins around me, and I nearly fall off until I can get my breath back.

“Please,” I say, holding to his shoulders. “Please, I want you. I want you in me.”

“Condom?”

“I have one in my purse,” I admit. I have three. I bought them earlier today. “But I’m on birth control.”

“I haven’t been with anyone in four years,” he admits, sounding embarrassed. “It’s been a long time. But I’m clean.”

“Then fuck me, Alessio,” I beg.

The feel of his cockhead inside my channel is incredible. Incredibly good. The feel of his shoulders under my hands, the feel of his tongue on mine, the feel of his chest against my breasts… it all arouses me, to the point that I reach another orgasm quickly, and can thrill to the sensation of his dick swelling even harder just before he comes too, filling me with hot ropes of seed.

We make love twice more that night, and I’m stunned by what I’ve found with this man I just met.

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