And still, he fills me, drives himself into me powerfully. Drives me toward heaven.
He must feel it too, the sweetest caress of my satin depths, hugging and drawing him to me. Every recess of my being feels each exultant plunge. And when he begins to join me on my unwinding, he slows. Dragging this out.
Making me drift farther into his spell.
He is everything. And he knows just how to make me feel…everything.
His love is so full, hard, impossibly big. It pushes me to my limits. And Ciro is getting close to his limit, I can tell.
“Mmm,” I breathe into his lips, flexing internally around his strength, “I can’t wait any longer. Come with me.”
“I want…”
“Yes.”
“More…”
“I will give you more. Just—” His deep, growling vocalization interrupts me, making me grin.
The grip of intoxicating liberation shudders through me and I clamp down what little control I can over my pleasure, holding out, waiting for him.
I won’t last long.
His speed increases and so does the maelstrom of gale force climax that crashes into my mind, through my body.
“I’m—”
“Yes!”
“Come into me, Ciro!” I beg him, I demand, wrapping my entire body around his as he plunders my core. We both reach the edge of oblivion at the same moment, leap off.
Falling. Soaring.
Together.
I spill over, as he spills into me. Coating him. Overflowing, spreading between us. My fingers drift down, sampling the disaster of our love, glistening in the flicker of dwindling firelight.
And I whisper his name over and over as I drift into a tingling reverie, curled in his arms.
Here, I feel…complete.
Unlike anything I have ever known.
15
CIRO
“Oooow…”
“You were not saying ow a moment ago,” Vanya purs.
“I was completely lost in you a moment ago. I don’t think my body’s been this sore in a long time.” I punctuate the statement with a painful, grunting laugh as I flop back on the bed.
“What you’re saying is that you cannot keep up?”
“Oh yeah? You ready to go again?”
Her side-eye has me laughing again and dodging away from poking fingers in my ribs.