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Cesare
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I’m surprised at the simple okay from Dante when I email him I’m leaving for the day at five. I’ve never left this early to go home in...hell, I think ever. Only I’m too keyed up to be worth anything. All I can think of is that Alicia is at home, waiting for me, and she isn’t going anywhere.
The drive home is torture. I’m in contact with the doormen of my building. I’m assured Alicia was shown up to my condo, shown how to use the elevator, and John personally put the phone number for the front desk into her cell phone. Once I’m in the building I don’t stop to talk, as need is driving me to get closer to Alicia.
I open the front door and see Alicia’s keys are already on the top of the marble table in the foyer, and her coat is hanging up. Tension begins to uncoil within me. It isn’t a long hall, but it feels endless when I see her run toward the end.
She is wrapped in a black silk robe that falls to just above her ankles. “You’re home early.” She’s breathless. “I had it planned better.”
Her cheeks are pink, her mouth is painted crimson and I’m dying to taste her again. “What planned?” My throat is suddenly dry. The smile spreads slowly across her beautiful face as she unties the robe. She opens it wide, then allows it to fall down her body. Holy shit. Blood rushes to my head, and I fight to stay standing.
My cock aches at the sight of her. She’s wearing a black sheer bra that cups her breasts lovingly and doesn’t hide how her nipples are hard and begging for my mouth. The panties are matching, barely there, teasing me at the treasure they are hiding from me.
“Do you not like it?” The words are a whisper escaping from her. I blink only to realize I haven’t moved, can only stare at her. Not like it? It comes crashing into me again: virgin. A virgin completely unaware of her appeal, of what she does to me.
I reach out to run a finger over the lines of worry across her forehead. Then trace down the side of her face to her soft lips, then down to under her gently rounded chin, tipping her back to meet my gaze. “No, I don’t like it. I love it. I love your body; you are so beautiful it fills me with awe.” Bending down, I catch her under her knees, then carry her to our room.
She laughs as her arms go around my neck. “I can’t believe you. Please don’t drop me.”
“Not a chance. I’m not letting you go, on purpose or by accident.” Setting her down on the high bed, I take a moment to enjoy the sight of her here in my bed where I’ve dreamed of her for so long.
Her smile is knowing, a woman’s smile. “You like to look at me?”
“I’ve dreamed of you here for so long. Now that you’re here, there’s a part of me afraid any moment I’ll wake up to find you gone.” The confession comes without thinking from the depths of my soul.
I’m rewarded for my honesty by her bright, glowing smile. “I had the same dreams. I had them so many times I know the difference between a dream and reality. This is very real, and I’m not going anywhere.” Her hands move to the catch of the bra between her breasts. “These last few weeks you have turned me from a woman who barely cared about sex to a sex-starved woman who burned through three sets of batteries for my vibrator. I think it’s time you take responsibility for the dirty urges you’ve stirred up in me.”
With a flick of her wrist the two cups separate, uncovering her. All of those dreams, those fantasies of her were nothing compared to this moment. Beautiful, stunning, glorious, reaching for her I’m vaguely aware of the trembling of my hand. Soft, silky, full, her breast fits my hand to perfection, she is perfection and she’s mine. I’m a bastard for the satisfaction burning through me at the knowledge no other man has touched her, felt this sweet, light weight in their hand. Soft, so soft, my thumb runs over her skin, toying with the precious little nipple already tight with desire. My mouth is watering as I watch the nipple tighten even more, will she taste as good as she looks? Her areola is a deep pink the color of ripe, sweet watermelon, and I give into the need to taste her.
A whimper comes out of her as the small taste turns into a ravenous, voracious feast of her breast. Small licks become greedy suckling, until I’m consuming all of her, needing to know every inch of her, what causes her moans, those gasps, the flood of wet heat from her pussy. Letting her breast fall from my mouth, a scream comes from Alicia. Her hands go into my hair, tugging at me, her sweet voice pleading for more, for all of me. I need to taste her mouth. I swallow her whimpers. What was supposed to be a gentle kiss, spins out of control fast as my need threatens to consume me.
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Alicia
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My every sense expands in order to take in more of Cesare, more of the scent of him, the taste of him, the feel of him, the sight of him over me, the sound of his moan low and guttural vibrating in his hard chest against my tender, heated breasts. I’m clinging to him, my hands buried in soft, silky hair when he moves suddenly, tearing his mouth from mine and pulling a groan from deep in the center of me. More, I need more.
His chuckle drives me mad even as he swipes his lips against mine, once, twice, just a grazing when I want more. Then his tongue teases me at the base of my neck where my heart is pounding frantically. Gently he sucks the tender flesh into his hot mouth as a large, warm hand covers my other breast. Yes, oh yes. The thick pad of his thumb finds the hard nipple as his mouth travels up my neck to my ear before nibbling on the soft flesh. “You certainly taste better than any dream.”
I shiver at his words. This crazy, intense longing, need, desire, lust isn’t just me. He felt it too, it consumed his dreams too, he fought sleep then woke sweating and aching with need the same way I had. Thank fucking god is my last thought before his tongue teases my already tight nipple. Around and around his velvet tongue goes, before oh, yes, yes hot and wet his mouth closes over the tight nub before sucking deep, harder and harder, driving me out of my mind. My body floods, hot, sticky, wet for him. Oh god, now he’s back to teasing, flicking his tongue over me, against me, then yes, hard, suck harder. Oh, teeth no, yes, never mind, don’t stop please. He lets go with a pop that sounds loud in the room, and I moan in agony at the loss of his mouth. Until he moves to my other breast and it starts all over again.
No, I can’t take it. Please, I need you. I need you inside me. My hands are in his hair, trying to stop his exquisite torture, but he’s immovable. His chuckle against my skin is cruel—it’s indicative of evil, taking pleasure in someone’s pain. I groan.
Oh god, I gasp as his mouth lets go of my breast, then I have no breath because he’s stealing it with a savage kiss. His hand is around my neck, holding me in place. “Mine.” The word comes out of him in a growl. Oh god, I’m a freak because it sends another hot rush of heat out of me, there.
There is no hesitation as I nod. “Yours, Cesare. Only you.” I whisper. His eyes glitter obsidian as he releases me, his hand roaming slowly down my body, teasing me, stroking me, owning me.
A finger finds the seam of me, then strokes me through the wet panties. “I love knowing how much you want me. Now I’m going to taste how much you want me.”
Oh, his smile is naughty, and someone has reached inside and squeezed the fuck out of my heart at how that smile changes him completely. How has it been over six weeks since that first day since I laid eyes on him and I never realized he has a dimple in his right cheek? Then his tongue traces where my skin meets the garter belt and the question of his dimple fades.
I try not to think about how efficiently he does away with the garter belt, drawing it off me with a satisfied expression on his gorgeous face. Nothing but this moment matters. I didn’t think black could go any darker, yet his eyes do as he draws the stockings down my thighs. Slowly, so slowly he draws his fingertips over my skin leaving a trail of electricity in their wake. Down and down until the stockings are off. My legs are open wide to him.
I don’t blush as he looks between my legs—no, the expression on his face leaves no room for it. He’s a kid on Christmas morning, a teenager given a car for his birthday, his every dream come true. Now that I see the awe he spoke of, I feel it too. A single finger reaches down, running over the seam of me. Our eyes meet and hold, and what I see there scares me. It’s too much, so like a coward I close my eyes and let my head fall back.
Cesare sighs. It’s loud in the room, almost drowning out the pounding of my heart in my ears. Then his hands are on my hips, molding the skin there before catching the sides of the panties. This time he isn’t quite as slow—they disappear quickly. I’m barely aware of the cool air on my skin before the heat of his mouth is on me.
I’m supposed to be embarrassed and wondering if he doesn’t like the way I look. I’m supposed to be worried about how I’m not bare like most women are. After spending over an hour watching porn today in a desperate need to play catchup on all the things I didn’t know, I noticed I looked nothing like the women in the videos there. For years I only did what was necessary to avoid irritation, so there was definitely room for improvement. However, I couldn’t bring myself to go bare. All that worry, I don’t have a chance to do any of it because my entire being is centered on the lazy roaming of his tongue inside me.
Two thick fingers are holding me open to him; they tease me around my swollen lips as Cesare licks deeper, hungrily. Oh god, I’m so wet, did he say it or was it just me thinking it? I can’t tell, I don’t care. Oh, two more fingers are there, moving now inside me, pressing deeper. Do I stiffen? Cesare whispers words of reassurance as his tongue runs over that hot, swollen heartbeat of me pulsing with need. The fingers move deeper, then they are gone, no, I moan then they move back in deeper in time with Cesare’s tongue moving over my clit. Yes, oh please yes, I’m begging him now. I’m lost in the combined assaults on my body, driving me out of my mind. Then the fingers turn and they find a spot, right there yes, yes, oh my fucking god. I scream, my body can’t contain it and the world goes black.
A thud pulls me from the dark. I fight to take in air at the sight of Cesare standing there in nothing but tight boxer briefs. “I was wondering if I was going to have to wake you.”
The tattoos Dante mentioned what feels like eons ago are bigger and bolder than I thought they would. Despite a thin layer of hair covering his chest, the tattoos are visible. There is a large tattoo of a wolf over the head of a shaman over one side of his chest, and on the other it looks like some kind of Mayan design. On his right bicep is a large raven.
I’m surprised by the tattoos, but I’m stunned at the way his body is a work of art. I knew he was big, but seeing all the muscles and the way they ripple beneath his taut, golden dark skin has me squirming at how much the sight of him turns me on. Then he sends my world spinning by pushing down his underwear. Speech is beyond me; I’m shaking my head. That won’t fit, I know I’m big but that’s bigger, much bigger.
His laughter has me blinking. “I’ll fit, cara. I’ll fit so perfectly you’ll know you were made for me.”
I can only watch as he bends down to open the bedside table and takes out a condom. Finally, I find my voice. “I’m protected. If you don’t want to wear a condom.” He goes still, an eyebrow goes up. “I’ve been on the pill continuously for a few years. Problems with my period made it easier.”
For a long minute he looks at the condom before shaking his head. He opens the condom. I can’t take my eyes off the way he rolls the condom on. “I need as much help as possible lasting inside you.”
I blush at his words. He laughs as he comes down on the bed over me. He’s so big, so perfect. I run a hand over his chest; the hair there is silky, soft. In a quick movement both my wrists are captured in a loose, yet firm hold of his left hand. “I told you, cara, I need all the help I can get. You touching me doesn’t help.”
“I want to touch you. I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.” I moan, as I buck my hips to meet his hard length pressing into my hip.
“Next time.” He whispers against my mouth as he takes control of my mouth and my will. I give up. Where he’s concerned, my will hasn’t been my own since the first moment I saw him. Deep down I’m sure I’ve always known it; it just took some time to trust in it, in him that he won’t take advantage of it, of me. It doesn’t matter that he got me into his home with a threat. It was never about the threat—it was giving us both the out we needed to give in to this, in to each other, in to us.
Soft, gentle kisses, sweet glancing licks, roam down my neck then he captures my breast. Soft gives way to hard, gentle gives way to rough, sweet disappears into dirty and I’m begging for more. His big hand is on my other breast, teasing, tweaking, tugging on the nipple, molding my entire breast roughly. The double assault is relentless. Deeper and harder his mouth sucks until I wonder if it’s possible to come just from his mouth on my breasts. I’m on the edge, so close before I’m yanked away when his mouth moves to my other breast. I want to shout, only I’m lost in what he’s doing to me.
Oh god, I almost come off the bed at the way Cesare slides his cock between the seam of my lower lips. It’s not enough, more, I’m pleading, trying desperately to free my hands to touch him. My only answer is him sucking harder on my nipple until I want to scream. Back and forth he moves, as I try to widen my legs, moving my hips. With a growl I feel in my chest that oh god sends a rush of liquid heat to the heart of me, Cesare lets go of me then grabs my hips, pushing me up the bed. I’m confused until his mouth is back on me.
This time he’s rougher, his teeth bared as he tugs on my outer lips while his tongue teases me. Then he sucks hard on my inner lips, and I fight not to cry from the pleasure and the pain that blend into a kind of perfection I never believed could exist. My hands are in his hair, urging him on as my hips try desperately to push against his mouth. His tongue teases my clit once, twice before his mouth covers the tight, swollen pleasure center and sucks hard, making me cry as I crash into my orgasm.
I’m still shaking, my body floating in space when the feel of the thick head nudging its way past my swollen lips yanks me back to earth. Opening my eyes, I find Cesare over me. His eyes meet and hold mine; I’m not even aware of reaching out to touch him until I feel the soft hair of his beard beneath my fingertips. He groans as he turns into my touch. Touching him is better than all the dreams of this moment. Slower now, he’s pushing into me. Oh my, he’s big yet he feels damn good, deeper, more, instinct draws my legs further apart and up around his hips. A hiss comes out of Cesare as my body clutches him deep inside. He surges into me in a hard push I welcome with a moan as he finds his home deep inside me. Oh god, I fight to keep breathing, so fucking amazing.
Soft lips brush against mine. “Eyes open, cara, I need to see you.”
Opening my eyes isn’t easy—closed is better to savor this moment, this first feeling of him inside. Only I can’t deny him. I open my eyes. Beautiful, so beautiful and he wants me.
A gentle kiss on my lips then he nods. He starts moving and sends my world spinning. Lies, they were all lies I told myself to remain satisfied with the vibrators because nothing has ever felt so mind-blowing in my entire life. Long, strong strokes out before he surges into me again with almost savage force. My body is screaming for more, harder, more, please deeper. Then he answers my every plea with harder, faster, more, and I’m breaking apart, my entire body breaking into a million pieces, too much too scary. I’m sobbing. My anchor is Cesare’s mouth on mine. I cling to him, everything he promises with his kiss he gives me as my body shatters. He puts me back together, he holds me close, his body is my shelter, my sanctuary.
From far away I feel Cesare move faster, then he’s shouting my name as he reaches his own orgasm. I treasure the sound of my name on his lips, love the way his head rests in the spot between my neck and my shoulder as he struggles for breath. No dream could ever compare to this.
I lose track of time, I think I fall asleep. I’m awake the moment Cesare begins to pull away. “One moment, carina, I need to get rid of the condom.”
With a sigh, I let him go. Only seconds later, he’s back, pulling me into his arms. This wasn’t the way I thought this moment would go. Relief floods me—he wasn’t scrambling to put space between us. There is hope for us. I hold tightly to that thought as I fall asleep with the sound of his heart thumping loud and reassuringly beneath my ear.