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Clara's slender fingers trail along my jawline, leaving sparks in their wake. She presses her lips to mine again and at first it is delicate, tender - a mere whisper of contact between us. Then, as if a dam has burst, the kiss deepens, blossoming into an inferno that steals the very air from my lungs.
In that searing kiss, all the emotions we've kept carefully bottled up between us come pouring out in a deluge - relief, desire, fear, and something far more profound. They swirl together, bonding us irrevocably in this moment.
We eventually break apart just enough to gasp for breath, foreheads remaining pressed together. My blood roars in my ears. For now, the rest of the world falls away; in this moment, it's just the two of us alone. No threats, no looming dangers or tragedies. Only this.
"Clara..." Her name escapes my lips in a fervent sigh, like a prayer.
At the breathless sound, her eyes slowly open. They are hazy with desire, lips kiss-swollen and cheeks endearingly flushed. She is the most exquisitely beautiful woman I have ever known.
And she is here, in my bed. The realization sends a spike of molten heat straight to my core, desire coiling tightly. Seeming to read the emotions on my face, Clara captures my lips once more. This time the kiss is laced with an unmistakable hunger that mirrors my own.
With a low groan, I roll atop her, settling my weight between her parted thighs. Our kisses turn feverish. I fist my hands in the silken mass of her hair, angling her head to deepen the kiss until we're both gasping.
"Antonio..." She breathes my name like a benediction, nails raking down my back even through the fabric of my shirt. The light sting only intensifies my arousal. I trail heated kisses along the slender column of her throat, eliciting a breathy moan that fans the flames of my need.
"Tell me to stop, and I will," I grit out, the effort at control almost painful. In answer, she arches up and captures my earlobe between her teeth. A growl rumbles deep in my chest.
Needing no further persuasion, I trail a hand down to grasp her hip while the other caresses the swell of her breast through the thin satin of her nightgown. Clara gasps and presses into my touch wantonly.
"Please," she whispers. I smile against her throat, her responsiveness only heightening my own pleasure.
"As you wish." My voice is husky with desire. I run my fingers up the hem of her nightgown, caressing the soft skin of her inner thigh. A whimper of anticipation escapes her as I work my way higher. I take my time, teasing her with a feather-light touch along the edge of her panties. Her hips buck upward, seeking firmer contact.
"So eager for me, tesoro mio..." I chuckle softly and meet her pleading eyes. "All in good time."
The look on her face is pure sin, a mixture of pouting innocence and lustful hunger that has my cock straining painfully against my dress pants. I crush my lips to hers once more and stroke the front of her panties. Her hips arch into my touch, a breathless gasp escaping her.
"More," she pleads, the sound sending another jolt of electricity straight to my groin.
"Patience." I capture her hands and press them to the mattress above her head, then lift her nightgown. She writhes beneath me, a moan escaping her. I inhale sharply at the sight of her exposed breasts, nipples hard as diamonds and begging for my attention.
"These are exquisite." I trail my tongue over one pebbled nipple, then the other. "Just as beautiful as the rest of you."
Clara grips the pillow behind her head, arching up to meet my touch. I lavish each breast with attention, then make my way down the flat plane of her stomach. Her breathing grows more ragged. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I pause and glance up at her. Her eyes are heavy with lust, lips parted.
"Spread your legs for me, Clara," I command. She obeys immediately. I give a pleased hum, then place a kiss on the inside of one thigh, then the other. "Good girl."
"Antonio..."
I silence her with a slow, languid lick along her center, savoring her flavor. She whimpers in pleasure, hands tangling in my hair as I feast on her. My tongue works her with practiced skill, her cries of pleasure spurring me on. Her body winds tighter and tighter, building toward an orgasm. I increase the pressure of my tongue until she arches up off the bed with a breathless cry, orgasm pulsing through her.
I lap her up, prolonging her pleasure. When her body finally relaxes, I sit back on my heels, breathing heavily.
"You're incredible." My voice is gravelly with desire. Clara props herself up on her elbows, green eyes blazing with a need that matches my own.
"I need you, Antonio," she whispers. I don't need to be told twice.
I quickly shed my clothing and return to her, our bodies aligning like two pieces of a puzzle. I nuzzle her neck, drinking in her soft, floral scent. Her hands roam over the taut muscles of my back, drawing me closer.
"Please, Antonio," she begs, her breath warm against my ear.
I take my swollen cock in hand and guide it to her slick entrance, rubbing up and down her slit.
"Do you want this, Clara?" I murmur. Her fingernails dig into my back.
"Yes," she hisses, trying to push her hips up toward me. "I need you, now."
I can't deny her any longer. With a low growl, I push forward and sheath myself in her tight heat. Her nails dig into my shoulders and she gasps, back arching.
