“Yes.” She nodded. “I want to feeleverything.”
Julian took a moment to consider his options. His cock was one hundred percent in favor of doing exactly what Carenza had asked for, but—
“I can make you ready,” Julian’s better half offered. “No.” Carenza was pulling up her skirts to expose the soft curve of her thighs and above. “Just do it.”
He smoothed a hand over his already wet and straining cock. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t care.” Carenza looked at him.
“You might be sore tomorrow.”
“I’d like that.”
Julian desperately tried to remember that he was a gentleman and a renowned lover, but his instinct was roaring at him to take what she offered and make her his.
“As you wish.” He picked her up again and placed her on the side of the bed, spreading her thighs wide. “This is a better height.”
She set one of her heels on the bed, exposing her most secret places to Julian’s lust-addled brain. He wanted to drop to his knees and feast on her, but she’d asked for his cock, and he was in no mood to deny her. He pulled her as close to the edge of the bed as he dared and lined his cock up with her entrance. She watched his every move, and it made him even more excited.
“If you change your mind,” he murmured. “Just—”
“Just do it,please.” She hooked one foot around his arse and kicked him like a horse.
He pressed forward, aware that she was wet but that she was tight, so very tight, that he would have to work to get fully inside her. He rocked his hips and eased forward, gaining a little each time as her reluctant flesh yielded to the stiff unrelenting pressure of his shaft. It was the hardest he’d ever had to work for a fuck, and he gloried in every minute of it as she gasped his name and strained to take all of him. Eventually, he could go no farther, and he looked up at her.
To his surprise, she was looking down at where their bodies were almost perfectly joined.
“Hard enough for you?” he asked.
She bit her lip and rocked her hips slightly forward, allowing him to gain another inch. “God, yes.”
He met her with another thrust of his own, and she gripped his arm so hard her nails went into his skin. He kissed her very gently.
“Shall I slow down now?”
“No!” She was back to scowling.
“But I want you to climax,” Julian said, his breathing as uneven as hers.
“Then make sure that I do.”
Her fierce demands were both unexpected and incredibly arousing.
“As you wish.”
He slid his middle finger between her lips to make it wet and then moved his hand down to cup her mound, his finger placed firmly on the throbbing center of her bud. His hips came forward, thrusting his cock as deep as he could go, and she growled his name and met him with a twist of her own. He forgot about being a gentleman, about making sure of her pleasure, and simply fucked like a man possessed until he felt her come, and then he joined her with a roar and a final thrust that made her fall backward onto the bed with him on top of her.
It took him a few minutes to gather enough breath to ease his cock free and stand. She remained on the bed looking up at him, her gaze sultry, satisfied, and so alluring that his cock twitched again. He climbed up beside her and began to remove her clothes.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Getting you naked for our next bout.”
She smiled at him. “That was exactly what I wanted. Thank you.”
“We’ll see whether you’re still thanking me tomorrow when you’ll be sore,” Julian said as he unlaced her stays to reveal the glorious mounds of her breasts. “I suspect you’ll be cursing me every time you sit down.”
“I’ll certainly be thinking about you,” Carenza said. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
