Page 93 of Even Exchange

He continues rubbing my most sensitive spot, and I whimper, my eyes connecting with his as I grind against his rippled stomach for added friction.

“You’ve thought about me?” I ask, his searing gaze fueling a newfound courage within me.

“I’m always thinking about you,” he says matter-of-factly.

I swallow hard as my chest tightens. “Have you thought about me when you touch yourself?”

“Soffione.”He chuckles. I struggle for air. “You’re the only one I think about.”

The only one.My lungs collapse. “Tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“About the last time. Every detail.” He increases his pace, pleasure coursing through me, but I don’t dare look away. Whether it’s dirty talk or a lust-fueled admission, I want to experience every second of this with his eyes on me.

“I was in the shower,” he says so quickly, I almost believe him.

“Where?”

He lets out a shaky breath. “Here.”

Is he serious?“Keep going.”

“It was earlier this week,” he murmurs, the low, sexy tone dancing over my skin. “While you were waiting in my bed for me after the welcome dinner.” My lips part at his confession, all the air squeezed from my lungs. “You looked so hot in those little shorts.” I take rapid breaths, the thrill overwhelming me.This doesn’t sound like fiction.“And I knew if I didn’t relieve myself, I wouldn’t be able to concentrate during our talk.” My lips curve upwards, and I grind against him, greedily chasing release.

“Keep going,” I encourage while panting.Turns out I like dirty talk. Who knew?

“I fisted myself as I imagined sliding into you bare. Your tight little pussy getting me off.” He groans, rolling his hips, and his hard cock presses against my ass. “I fantasized about my name falling off your pretty lips as I fucked you from behind.” My inner walls throb, and I slide downward till my center is directly over his cock.

“I thought about waking you up in the middle of the night with my face buried between your pretty thighs.”Please do.I reach down and swipe his dick over my soaked sex. His fiery gaze sears me, and he wraps my hair around his hand. “I imagined making you beg for me.” He tugs my head backwards, and I whimper. My legs spread apart, and I sink onto the tip of his cock. “Porca troia.” He lets out a heavy breath. “I thought about how when I fuck you, I’m going to make you come so hard, I’ll ruin you for anyone else. I’ll be the only one who gets you to that perfect place with your taste on my tongue and my name on your lips.” His tip stretches my entrance, but I need more. I need him. All of him. Immediately.

Spreading my legs, I sink down, moaning loudly when his tip touches that glorious spot inside me. “Fuck!”

“That’s it,” he praises. “So good for me.” I move my hips as he continues swiping his thumb against my clit. I lean downward, resting my hands on his tense shoulders, and he keeps his rhythm.

“Oh my.” I gasp at how incredible he feels. How all of this feels. It’s been a long time since I’ve actually felt desired during sex. He thrusts, and I whine, “Yes!”

He pulls me to him, our mouths crashing in a searing kiss. Our tongues tangle as my soul leaves my fucking body. He removes his hand from my clit and snakes it around me, pressing against my lower back as he thrusts deeper.

If he thought living in the moment was going to be a problem, he was wrong. Because holy fuck, I’m drowning in this kiss, and I never want to come up for air.

“Char…” His voice comes out a plea.

“Yeah?” I pant into his mouth, hips rotating greedily to find that perfect place.

“We should…” He struggles to breathe as I tremble with need. “I’m gonna…” Another breath hits my lips. “Cazzo.” Another shaky exhale. “Condom.”

My lust-filled mind sobers slightly. Jonathan and I dated so long, we rarely used protection by the end. We banked on the pull-out method, and while most people wouldn’t condone it, it was effective for us. “Right,” I say, and he thrusts again, knocking the air from my lungs. “Do you have any?” I freeze, wide eyes boring into his. “Please tell me you have one.”

He laughs breathlessly.Thrust.“Don’t worry, baby.” He grips my hip, reaching to the bedside table, and grabs a condom out of the drawer. Relief floods through me. He rolls me on my back, locks eyes, and thrusts again. Heat flushes my body, heartbeat pounding. He brushes a hair behind my ear. “You’re doing great, by the way.” My face lights on fire as he pulls out of me, and I weep at the loss. Within seconds the condom is on, wrapper on the floor, and he’s realigned with my entrance.

“You ready,tesoro?” he asks, voice low and sinful.

“Please, yes,” I beg, my entire body trembling with need, and he slides back in, stretching until he’s filled me completely. His hands wander every inch of me as he delivers slow, deep thrusts. He reaches between us, and when his thumb touches that sensitive spot, my back arches reflexively. I force it back to the bed.

Jonathan hated when I moved too much.‘I can’t find my spot if you keep fucking moving.’

I shake away the unwelcome memory.

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