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unbelievably erotic. His hand moved under the material to cup her between her legs. The darker tone of his skin against the pale white of her thighs was raw, animalistic.
    A whimper escaped her lips as he stroked the damp silk at her core. Andre hooked a finger through the edge of the lace and ripped it with a sudden jerk of his arm. She cried out, first in surprise then in pleasure as his fingers met her wetness for the first time, skin to skin.
    “I knew you’d be wet for me. I have to feel you.” One long finger sank deep and she moaned at the decadent sensation.
    There was something primal about being backed up against the wall with one leg cocked over his hip and his hand playing between her legs. He shifted, the base of his palm rubbing directly against her clit. The heat built as he continued to caress her internally, every press of his finger and grind of his palm sending her closer and closer to orgasm. She shifted her hips, unconsciously tilting up with the rhythm of his hand.
    “I didn’t intend for our first lesson to be about the G-spot.” He chuckled softly as she clamped down on his finger when he tried to withdraw.
    “Is that what that is?” she panted. As she felt a second finger slowly working its way next to the first, she cried out and gripped his shirt.
    “You’re so tight, so perfect.” He muttered something in Italian, before capturing her lips in a drugging kiss. “ Cara , you make me want.” Control obviously gone, his accent thickened.
    That she caused him to be in that state felt incredibly satisfying, especially when she unzipped his pants and grasped the evidence of his excitement. His length pressed long and thick against her fingers. At her touch, he jerked and his fingers rammed harder inside her. The sudden shocking pleasure brought tears to her eyes.
    “More.”
    Andre pulled back at her tortured whisper. “You like it hard?”
    At her shaky nod, something dark and intense passed over his face. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a condom, ripping the packet with his teeth. She watched as he rolled it over his cock, her desire building with every breath. Some hazy part of her knew this was a bad idea but she wanted him. Nothing could stop what was coming, not even if the entire party came out on the balcony with them.
    He kissed her again, his tongue invading her mouth and all thought fled. He lifted her easily and angled her back against the wall. Then he drew back and thrust home, the moisture of her arousal easing the way. His gaze captured hers as he fucked her and despite her embarrassment, she couldn’t turn away. He watched with carnal satisfaction as she accepted every rough thrust, every penetrating glide of his cock through her tender sheath, his eyes soaking up every nuance of her expression.
    Her orgasm surprised her, its heat spreading from her toes, up through her core and radiating out, tingling even the tips of her ears. She looked down to where she stretched open around his cock. The sight ignited a second, smaller orgasm.
    Casey squeezed her eyes shut as her sheath clenched uncontrollably, every spasm leaving a soul-crushing wave of pleasure in its wake. He stiffened beneath her and moaned into her mouth as he came.
    He waited until her shudders subsided before withdrawing. The wet glide of his cock leaving her body sent a jolt through her system. He wrapped the condom in a tissue and put it in his pocket before carefully zipping up his pants.
    “I’ve never felt like this before.” Casey buried her face against his shoulder and tried to catch her breath.
    Andre anchored her face with a strong hand and kissed her again, pulling her up until she was straddling his leg. She bit her lip at the exquisite pressure, every move they made causing her mound to rock against the muscles of his thigh.
    “Cassandra, tell me what you want.”
     
    Andre inhaled deeply as he tried to slow himself down. He hadn’t ever felt so hot and achy with a woman, hadn’t ever