The hair on her mound matched the hair on her head but was trimmed short.
He wanted to pet her, make her pussy lift off the bed with ecstasy and into his hand. Releasing his cock, he reached for her ankles and dragged her across the spread, the smooth silk letting her slide easily. He drew her legs on either side of his hips, stopping when only centimeters separated the underside of his shaft and her gleaming wet pussy. His cock throbbed, straining to reach inside her, but he let the moment play out, enjoying the anticipation and the increasingly ragged sound of her breathing. His own lungs burned as if with exertion.
Pulling his gaze from between her legs, he let it drift upward, over her flat stomach to her sweet breasts then straight into her eyes. She watched him from between slitted lids—waiting for his next move.
He didn’t want her to wait any more.
Taking his cock in one hand, he aimed the rigid shaft straight into her slit, forgoing a condom. He wanted to feel her wrapped around him with nothing separating them. She couldn’t catch anything from him and human diseases didn’t affect the Fata . As for pregnancy—he knew she took birth control. His brother Rio’s computer skills came in handy when hacking doctor’s files.
As her moist flesh enclosed the tip of his cock, he sucked in a deep breath. Lust raged through him and sent everything else out of his head.
This woman turned him on as if she had a remote control for his libido. He should be able to deal with it, he told himself. But the further he sank into her, the less sure he became that he was the one in control.
So far she’d obeyed every order he’d given her, but right now he’d do anything she wanted.
Good thing she didn’t realize her power over him.
Then again… He looked up into her eyes and found her still watching him. Her eyes burned with desire.
“Cam, move. I can’t wait.”
Damned if he could either.
Cam pulled her closer as he thrust forward, sinking his cock in to the root and— Oh Christ, he was already going to come. He felt his climax building in his balls so he quickly pulled back and tried to regain a little equilibrium. But he couldn’t control himself. He forged back in, his balls slapping against her silky ass as his cock filled her tight pussy.
Out, in, out, in. Faster and faster. He set a pounding rhythm. She met him on each thrust, lifting her hips, creating more friction, more pressure—more mind-blowing pleasure.
Gazes connected, they worked toward a mutual climax. He’d be damned if he came before her but it was getting impossible to hold back. The pressure to release built at the back of his neck and spread to the base of his spine. He tried to back off a little, prolong the moment, but she wouldn’t let him. Every time he slowed down, she pleaded with him not to stop, to go faster.
“Cam, please… There… Ah God… Right there.”
Every word was a grenade that detonated in his blood, making his heart pump faster, his cock ache and throb. The skin covering his shaft was ultrasensitive. He felt every ridge, every ripple of her sheath, as it contracted around him.
Cam felt the first warning jerk in his balls as his orgasm began, answered by the clenching of her inner walls around his cock. Groaning, he pulled her even closer then thrust once, twice more. With his thumb, he flicked her clit and her eyes finally closed, her head digging back into the mattress, a moan escaping from between her lips.
Holding steady, he let his own eyes drift closed as he shot his load into her.
He wondered when the hell he could do this again.
It took her a few minutes to catch her breath. But when she did, Stella opened her eyes and found Cam, eyes closed, still positioned between her legs and holding on to her hips.
The look on his face made her heart pound even faster. He looked like a man transported.
It awed her and terrified her at the same time—because she felt exactly the way he looked.
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Massimo Carlotto, Anthony Shugaar