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Carlo
Every single thought in my head disappears as I grab Astoria and pull her to me. She latches onto the front of my shirt, clinging to me, and my other hand snakes around her, holding her against my body. The kiss is hard, deep and rough, filled with so much longing I find it impossible to breathe.
Tori lets out a low moan that elicits a groan from deep in my throat. I tighten my hold on her. We’re stumbling backward, my hands moving over her, down her back, and up into her hair. She’s against the wall and I’m pressing my body into her and it’s the best thing I’ve ever fucking felt.
My mouth moves down her jaw to her neck, nipping at the skin there. Tori lets out a little gasp when I latch onto a sensitive spot right below her ear.
“Oh wow,” she moans.
I chuckle softly against her neck. “God’s got nothing to do with this, baby.”
I kiss her again and she responds, her fingers knotting in my hair, pulling it, letting me know just how much she wants this. We’re both breathing heavily when I suddenly pull away, staring at her, memorizing every inch of her perfect face. Tori looks up at me, nervous, and somehow, I know why. She’s worried it’ll end.
She has no idea. The only thing that could stop me right now is her. My entire body thrums as I gaze down at her. She’s still, waiting for me to make a move. I trace a finger from the dip of her throat down between her breasts. They’re annoyingly out of reach. I give her a look, trying to communicate silently what I want. When she nods once, I don’t waste a second. I reach down for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head, leaving her in only a lacy pink bra.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are,dolcezza,” I say, my voice hoarse.
“Please,” she whispers. “I want you, Carlo.”
I never knew four words could be so devastating. I want nothing more than to rip off her clothes and take everything she has to give. And yet, I wait.
“How much?”
“What?”
“How much do you want me, Tori?” I ask, saying the words against her hair.
She whimpers softly when I bite the shell of her ear. “I dream about you,” she confesses.
“What kind of dreams?”
Her hazel eyes lift to mine. She bites her bottom lip, hesitant.
“Tori,” I murmur against her skin, my hand trailing over the swell of her breast. “What am I doing in your dreams?”
“Your fingers. I dreamed of your fingers inside of me,” she finally says, her eyes falling shut as the words leave her lips.
My lips curve into a smile. “Oh yeah? How about I make those dreams a reality? How wet are you, baby?” I reach for the hem of her skirt.
It’s easy to lift it up, and my hand moves to her panties. I yank it to the side, the pads of my fingers immediately finding her clit. Tori jerks violently against me.
“Fuck,” I groan as I slowly push one finger inside of her.
“Oh, god,” Tori gasps.
She shifts to loop both of her arms around my neck, grinding her hips into my hand, rising and falling with each slow pump of my fingers. I groan again, feeling her tighten around me and wishing so badly that it’s my cock and not my fingers. I want to sink into her and bury myself to the hilt, but I also need to take things slow. Especially with her. She controls the pace.
I lean forward to kiss her, desperate to taste her again. Tori responds to the kiss, moaning even as my finger continues to thrust into her. She jolts against me, a sharp breath leaving her lips when I add another finger before teasing her clit with my thumb.
“Oh fuck. Carlo, I’m going to come,” she moans.
I increase the pace, doing my best to drive her wild. She falls against me as she comes, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her entire body shudders and I hold her through it. I hold her until she stops, until she’s looking up at me again, hazel eyes blinking with wonder. She grips my shoulders tightly to the point of pain and still, I don’t let go.
Then, before I can hesitate, I reach forward to kiss her forehead. It’s a tender action, one that feels all too easy. Especially when it comes to her. Tori responds by tilting her head up and letting me kiss her again. And again, it’s addicting and devastating and I don’t ever want to stop. I drag my tongue up along hers, carnal, wet, filthy. Tori’s legs are shaking. I’m holding her up against the wall with barely any effort.
Her hands snake down to the bottom of my tank and I lean away slightly so she can get it off. But she’s not stopping there. She goes for my pants. One touch of the fabric and I’m wrenching her arm away and giving her a look.
“We don’t need to,” I say firmly. “We don’t need to have sex.”
