“Losing you,” I admit, slipping my hand up the back of her shirt. I caress her soft skin. “You?”
“Losing myself.”
It’s an honest, vulnerable response, and coming from Carla, I know it cost her to admit it. I splay my fingers wide, palming the width of her back as I hold her closer.
“I won’t let you,” I swear, closing the space between us.
Carla and I kiss slowly. It’s exploratory, threading together our new admissions and feelings with the physical counterpart. My other hand lifts to cup her cheek as I angle her head and she deepens our kiss, slipping her tongue into my mouth.
Our kiss turns passionate, spiking with neediness. The fire crackles around us as I shift our weight, turning so we’re side by side on the couch, our limbs tangled, our mouths fused together.
Carla’s hand skates over my cock and I’m already hardening for her, turned on as much by her touch as I am by her confessions. Her curiosity. Her care.
I roll her shirt up her body until the lacy cups of her bra are on display. In a second, I have the clasp unfastened and I’m pulling the material away from her chest. Her breasts are full and heavy and I touch them greedily.
Carla strips me of my shirt and pants next. As I kick off my pants and peel off my socks, she wriggles free of her jeans. When we’re both in just our underwear, I take her hand, spread the fur throw blanket from the corner of the couch out in front of the fireplace, and lay my girl down.
As I drop over her, she giggles. “This is my teenage dream come true.”
I snort, peppering kisses along her jawline and down her throat. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of you.”
She winds her legs around my waist, arching up to rub herself against my hard length. “Good thing I’m not going anywhere.”
I want her to promise it but know that’s asking too much. Instead, I peel her panties off her, lose my boxers, and reach for my wallet to find a condom.
Carla places a hand on my wrist, her eyes serious when I meet them. “I’m on birth control. And I’m clean.”
Fuck. I suck in a breath, my throat dry. “Carla, are you sure?”
She nods.
“I need the words, cucciola. That’s a big decision.”
“I trust you, Luca. Always have.”
I brush her hair away from her face and study her eyes. I don’t take her trust for granted. “The way I feel for you, Carla…you could own me, amore.”
She lifts her lips and I meet her always, kissing her deeply as I slide into her.
And fuck if it’s not the most incredible sensation. It’s been years, more than eight, since I’ve been with a woman without protection but being with Carla is a whole new level of intimacy. Lacing our fingers together, I bring our joined hands over her head as I plunge in and out of her delectable body.
She writhes beneath me, meeting me thrust for thrust. Sensual turns sexy. I touch her everywhere, unable to get enough. My tongue duels with hers, my hands on her breasts, the curves of her body, her inner thighs. I circle her clit with the pad of my thumb, pushing into her, and she arches up, her eyes fluttering closed.
“More,” she demands. “Give me more.”
I piston my hips faster, gripping her thigh as I drive her higher. I unleash everything, pouring my unchecked want and desperate need, my fucking everything, into Carla. My speed is relentless, borderline frantic, as I search for that control, that release, that freedom I yearn for.
She breaks apart beautifully, calling out my name like a deity. “Fuck, Luca, yes!”
Making her come for me, making her scream for me, is the high I’m chasing. It pushes me over the edge and as Carla floats down from her orgasm, I finally let go. I spill into her on a guttural groan, making one hell of a beautiful mess on the blanket in the front of the hearth.
“Gesú,” I mutter, dropping my forehead to hers.
She grins at me as I turn us, gathering her in my arms and holding her against my chest as I try to catch my breath. I stroke her shoulder as the blaze of the heat keeps us warm.
Sweat beads along my forehead as Carla nuzzles into me.
When she glances up, her smile is soft. Her eyes shaded in a vulnerability I’m relieved she doesn’t disguise. “If I fall, promise you’ll catch me?”
