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Anticipation sizzled through me as I started to lower down, as I felt his thickness press against me, then slowly slip inside of me.
A low whimper escaped me as he started to fill me, stretch me, claim me.
When he was settled deep, some part of me wanted to stay just like that forever, feeling him filling me.
But the aching need to move soon overpowered my desire to just feel him.
“Ride me, Claire,” Aurelio begged, his own need as acute as my own felt.
There was no fighting it.
I started to move. Slowly at first. Getting used to the fullness of him. Then, as my body adjusted, taking him faster, deeper each time.
My whimpers became loud moans as his hands moved over me, cupping my breasts, twisting my nipples, then slipping down my back to cup my ass, using it to move me faster, harder, even as his hips began to thrust up into me, driving me more quickly toward the edge, then shoving me over, unprepared for the intensity as I cried out, my vision going white, my whole body jolting hard.
When I started to come back down, Aurelio was tense, his muscles coiled, even as my own felt lax.
“Again,” he murmured as he grabbed me, rolling me under him, and starting to fuck me.
Slowly, at first, giving my body a chance to come down from one orgasm before climbing toward another.
But as soon as my legs were wrapping around him and my hips were writhing, he started to fuck me harder, faster, not giving my body a second for the orgasm to ebb before he was making it slam through me again, this time stealing my breath, making it impossible even to cry out.
“More,” Aurelio said, his voice close to my ear.
“I can’t,” I panted, my body feeling overheated, oversensitive, overstimulated.
“Yes, you can,” he said, reaching for me as he got to his feet, carrying me with him to the nearest wall, and pressing me against it, his lips claiming mine.
And, before long, the need was growing once again, making my hips rock against him until he started to fuck me.
Hard.
Fast.
Deep.
The sounds of his body slamming into mine mingled with his groans and my moans, loud enough to echo through the house. To filter outside. Where we both knew a guard was situated.
But we were too lost in the moment, and each other, to care as he drove me up a third time, then sent another orgasm soaring through me, crying out as the waves kept crashing over and over.
“Fuck, angel,” Aurelio groaned as my walls tightened around him over and over until he surged deep, and came with a curse.
His body pressed into mine afterward, like he needed the support of the wall after his orgasm. And since I needed both him and the wall myself, I understood.
I wrapped him up with my arms and legs, clinging to him and this sweet moment we had left with just the two of us.
Eventually, Aurelio came back to himself, pulling back to press his lips gently to mine before carrying me back down the hallway, turning into the primary bedroom, and lowering me onto the bed that was covered just in a fitted sheet.
All the bedding was likely vacuum sealed in the closet like it had been in Judah’s room.
His fingers traced down my jaw before he turned and made his way into the primary bathroom, closing the door.
I knew I should get up, get the stuff to make the bed. But all my limbs felt heavy, borderline useless. In the best way possible.
So I scurried back up the bed, resting my head on the pillow, and waiting for Aurelio.
He came back out, his pants still on and undone, hanging low on his hips, but he’d discarded his shirt and suit jacket in the bathroom.
