Pregnant With The Billionaire's Baby. Carol Marinelli

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      More.

      He kissed her through the orgasm, helping her to come down, but not too far. He was not done with her yet. Not nearly.

      When her breathing was less ragged, he gently lifted her legs so they draped over his forearms and he used the position to spread her thighs until she was completely open to his gaze. Her entire body was still flushed from her climax, a beautiful rose red that he could not wait to spear with his own throbbing and as yet unsatisfied flesh. Diamond hard, her nipples poked straight up, pleading for his touch. A soft sheen of perspiration coated her upper chest, attesting to the level of pleasure she had already received.

      He started to speak and had to clear his throat.

      She smiled at him and the words came out in a masculine growl he wasn’t in any way ashamed of. “You are so incredibly beautiful like this.”

      “Sated from your lovemaking?”

      “You are not sated.” He tipped his pelvis, brushing her entrance with the tip of his penis, eliciting a second keening sound from her. He smiled. “You still need me.”

      Something flashed in her eyes, something he could not quite read but that looked a lot like vulnerability. “Yes.”

      “I need you as well.”

      “I know.” But the words came out sounding bleak.

      He did not like it. There was no place for melancholy in their bed.

      “You are not my mistress.” He didn’t know why he said it, but he felt compelled.

      Her eyes widened. “What?”

      “You are not my mistress. You are amore mio and my friend.”

      “Yes.” The smile she gave him was still tinged with sadness, but a glimmer of hope shone in her gaze.

      Why it should matter to him that it was there, that he would even desire such a thing, considering what it implied from her earlier words, he did not know. But illogical as it might be, he was glad.

      “I am going to give you more now, carina. Are you ready for me?”

      She nodded, her breath coming out in little pants, but her body did not tense in his hold. She trusted him completely. Amazing. Although she had climaxed, her body was ready for more. Ready for him.

      He pressed forward, allowing the head of his granite-hard penis to brush her opening again, but did not go in, teasing them both. Her lips curved in a familiar smile as she seemed to simply melt against the bed, waiting on him with a sexy expectation he adored. It said she knew he would take care of her wants.

      He thrust his hips, allowing his length to slide along her slick folds. It felt so good—so perfect—he groaned, the sound reverberating deep in his chest. With her, he was primal man. “You are so wet.”

      “You are so earthy, Tino. No one would expect it.” Using her lower back muscles, she lifted herself and increased the stimulation, showing the uninhibited aspect of her own nature.

      “Only you get to see this side of me.” That had to count for something.

      “I better be the only one, mister.”

      He laughed softly as he allowed his thickened member to enter her. “You are like hot silk. I feel like I am going to lose my mind every time I enter you.”

      “I lost mine a long time ago.” She pressed her head back into the pillow, her eyelids going half-mast.

      He smiled and shook his head as he moved forward with rocking motions that made it possible for her to take his entire length. He was long and thick, and that had overwhelmed more than one lover. His and Maura’s intimacy had been loving and passionate, but nothing like what it was like with Faith.

      Maura had never been as comfortable exposing her desire, which was to be expected as she had been raised in the very sheltered environment of a traditional Sicilian household. But he adored that element of Faith’s lovemaking. The way his current lover not only could take his full length, but craved it was something a man like him could and would never take for granted.

      He could not help rejoicing in the amount of belief in him that Faith expressed every time they came together.

      “You never flinch from me.” The wonder that laced his voice embarrassed him a little, but like so many things with this woman—was an uncontrollable response.

      In so many ways she was dangerous to him, but he continued to play Russian roulette with his emotions—risking the promises he had made to his dead wife. His brain told him he should get out before he got in too deep, but everything inside him rebelled at the idea.

      “Why would I?” Her brows wrinkled in genuine confusion. “We are a perfect fit.”

      Perfect only because she relaxed so well for him—for she was tight. Oh, so damn tight. “So, perfect.”

      “Mmmm…” She licked her lips. “You’re big, but it’s good, Tino.”

      “It is better than good.”

      “Yessss…” she hissed as he finally sheathed himself to the hilt in her fantastic heat.

      He tucked her legs around his hips. “I need to kiss you.”

      “Please, Tino.” She was straining toward him even as he brought their mouths together.

      Nothing had ever felt so good.

      The part of his brain where guilt resided rejected that thought even as he set a steady, slow rhythm. Kissing, their bodies moved together in a motion filled with tenderness he did not want to examine.

      He could feel her desire building as was his. He refused to go over, no matter how much his body clamored for the ultimate release. He was determined to bring her to another shattering peak. Her second climax would be more intense than the first.

      It would be more.

      Of its own volition, his pelvis swiveled on each downward thrust, as if his body had been trained to pleasure this woman exactly as she needed. Pavlov’s response. Her pleasure gave him intense satisfaction and pleasure, therefore he did all that he could to bring out every little gasp, each sweet moan, every tightening of her muscles, each shudder she could not control.

      Suddenly they were both coming together, his own orgasm taking him over before he could even hope to stop it.

      But he did not want to as she contracted around him, her peak lasting seconds that turned into minutes while his body vibrated with matching sensation until his muscles felt like they would collapse.

      Their mouths separated, allowing each of them to take in gasps of air and he collapsed, managing only to deflect part of his weight to the side, but maintaining skin contact. From past СКАЧАТЬ