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Burying his nose in the fold between her thigh and hip, he breathed in her scent. It was deeper here and as arousing as her mouth on his cock. “Did I tell you that I was supposed to be in Vegas for only one evening?”
Her gasp was music to his ears. “But…you stayed for three weeks. And the first evening, all we shared was a glance when I greeted you with overt familiarity at the end of the game.”
“Si.”
Her nostrils flared. “You stayed because of that?”
“Because I found you hot. And I found you intriguing and smart and irresistible. These,” he said, scraping his teeth down her upper thigh, “small things you do, they get me hot. But not the way you imagine. I’ve never found society’s idea of beauty or perfection attractive, Nyra.”
Her huffy breath told him how she much she liked him using his teeth on her. “How does this get you hot, then?”
“That you would go to this effort for me. That you openly ask me for sex gets me hot. That you want me and don’t play games about it gets me hot.”
She remained quiet for so long that he looked up. From his position at her feet, her face framed by her breasts, the lush curves of her body…everything about her was entrancing. Everything about her felt like a bounty he didn’t deserve.
“I…don’t know any other way to want you,” she said, looking both bemused and alarmed.
His heart gave a loud thump. “I know. Because I want you the same way.” He let go of her ankle slowly. “You’re steady?”
“Feels like a trick question.” Her accompanying laughter turned into a serrated gasp when he ran his thumb down her folds.
Her thigh muscles quaked under his hand and those panting breaths turned into shuddering gasps as he ducked low and tasted her. Her grip of his hair tightened mercilessly.
She tasted like tart honey and he wanted more. He wanted all of her confessions and all of her moans and all of her. And he had a feeling his hunger for her, for everythingabouther, was bottomless.
Cursing, he fed a finger into her sheath and then two, and when she started chanting his name, he laughed and caught her clit with his lips. He filled his other hand with her plump ass, steadying her, even as she swayed, her hips dancing, chasing his mouth.
His shaft turned rock-hard as her tight wetness clenched his fingers tight. A sob escaped her mouth and echoed out into the lake as she came.
Like a storm, leaving him drenched and still craving more. From that first moment.
* * *
Nyra couldn’t imagine she could feel any more turned on, after Adriano had sent her off the cliff with his mouth and fingers.
But as he lifted her leg and pushed into her from behind, his entire body cradling her like a warm, weighty blanket on the bed, she felt a butterfly whisper of need down there yet again.
His left hand, reaching under her head, clasped her cheek with a gentle reverence even as his hips drilled into her.
Every thrust pushed her own awareness deeper until all she knew and felt was him. The scent of his sweat filled her nostrils and she breathed deeply. Here she knew the man she had married. Here she knew herself too.
“Touch yourself,cara,” he whispered, his rough exhales coating the shell of her ear.
“Can’t,” she said, feeling muscles she hadn’t known existed before.
“Si, you can, Nyra.” Then lifting her hand from where she’d dug it into his thigh, he brought it to her folds. His strokes slowed as he strummed her popped clit, her fingers tangled in his. She moaned at the lack of friction and he painted her skin with his laughter.
“Please move,” she demanded, biting his forearm.
Fresh tingles sparked at her core as she glanced down at the eroticism of their laced fingers delving into her and coming away damp.
“See? Like that. Come for me,cara. I need to feel you clenching me before I can let go.”
Nyra continued stroking her clit, the sensation as new and addicting as anything else that Adriano made her experience.
And in counterpoint, his thrusts gathered speed and soon, she was toppling all over again and he followed.
He came with a roar that reverberated through her body, and Nyra blinked back tears. Here, in that moment, she knew that he cared for her, as much as he could.