Page 30 of XOXO, Valentina

The musk of our sweat filled the room. Slick with heat, our bodies slid together.

I lowered my head and kissed her. She kissed me back, her eager tongue filling my mouth just as I filled her. She was velvety warmth surrounding me, and it was easy to get lost in the blistering heat of her kiss. Her sweet pussy clenched tighter on my cock, and the first twinge of a powerful orgasm tightened my balls. I held myself back, but she felt so good. So right. So perfect in every way. I fucked her faster and harder, determined to make her come at least once before I let her off the door and carried her into my bedroom.

Blown away by how good we were together, even in this ridiculous position against the door, I kissed her harder. Judging by the sounds she made, she was close. So was I.

I shifted my hand to her back and gripped her thigh, changing the angle. “Put your leg down, Gabriella,” I said, guiding her.

The new position was perfect for freeing up my hands. Regret reared its ugly head when I skimmed a hand along her sports bra. I should have gotten rid of that earlier. All in due time.

I slid my hand down her belly and paused at the horizontal scar just above where we were joined. The scar made me want her even more. She was so beautiful, and she had been through so much. I wanted to be tender with her, but that was not what she’d asked for. She’d asked for this, and I was thorough.

I hooked her leg higher and changed the angle, so our bodies rubbed together. We were slick with sweat from the run and the frantic heat between us. I put a hand on her thigh and held her down, basically pinning her to the wall as I stroked into her.

Her gasps of pleasure filled my ears, urging me on. I pounded into her, grinding against her clit with every stroke. We kissed with open mouths and greedy tongues. I couldn’t get enough of the taste of her tongue.

Sweet.

Salty.

Spicy.

Gabriella.

I hadn’t realized I’d said her name aloud until her eyes sharpened on mine. Sudden heat exploded inside me when our eyes locked and held. Neither one of us looked away as I thrust into her. The door rattled and shook as we slammed against it. She had nowhere to go as I drove faster and harder, desperate to give her what she’d asked for.

I saw in her smoky eyes the moment she couldn’t hold back any longer. Her sheath tightened on my cock, and the orgasm I’d been holding off roared for release. Her eyes drifted shut, and a flush swept across her cheeks.

I closed my eyes and focused on driving into her as she convulsed and contracted around me. Fire raced through me, but I held strong. My plan was to make her come and then take her to my bedroom and make her come a few more times before I found my own release, but then I made the mistake of opening my eyes.

One look at her gorgeous face, and my whole body tightened. The orgasm I’d kept at bay thundered through me. I lost control.

I groaned and kissed her hard, locking our mouths together as I came so hard, my whole body trembled. I managed not to fall down or crush her by bracing my hands against the door. All I could think about was how disappointed I was that I’d shot off earlier than I’d planned. I just needed a little time to recuperate and then I’d make up for my transgressions.

Round two, coming right up after some breakfast and maybe a shower. Or maybe round two in the shower? That sounded intriguing. I imagined soaping Gabriella up and rinsing her off, touching every inch of her body.

I disengaged from her body and steered her into the bathroom, where I got rid of the condom and grabbed a washcloth.

“Lift your arms, baby.” I don’t know why I called her baby. The word just fell out. I felt possessive of Gabriella, and I liked the way the word felt on my lips.

Our gazes met in the mirror. Her eyes were wide, and her cheeks were sex-flushed. She lifted her arms, and I stripped off her sports bra. Her body swayed back into me, and our gazes locked as her naked breasts spilled free. My dick responded with a hard jerk. Maybe I didn’t need recovery time after all.

I wet the washcloth and cleaned both of us up, paying extra attention to the center of paradise between her legs because I had big plans for spreading her out on my bed shortly. When I finished, I wrapped her tightly in a towel.

“French toast in bed, coming right up. I hope you’re still hungry.”

She made a funny noise and reached for my hand when I ducked into the hall. “That’s never happened to me before.” Her eyes darted away from mine. “I mean…”

I took her chin and tilted her face upward. “That wasn’t what I had planned.”

“Oh, really? So you had no intention of having sex with me when you invited me up here?”

“Well, yeah, but I thought we’d make it until after breakfast. I was perfectly content to whip up something to satisfy your hunger, but then you were all like, ‘Screw me, Joey! Screw me brainless!’” My impression of her husky voice was good enough to earn a smack from Gabriella. I raised my shoulders in a shrug. “What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t say no.”

She smacked me again. “Shut up.”

I gathered her close, wishing I hadn’t bothered with the towel so we could be skin-to-skin. “Are you brainless?” I asked, stopping myself just in time from calling her baby again. I needed to pull in the reins on all the sweet stuff. It was overkill, considering the frantic way we had just fucked against the door. She’d made it clear she didn’t want me for anything more than a hookup. She wouldn’t even risk being seen with me.

She rolled her eyes. “Senseless. Not brainless.”

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