Page 21 of Slow Simmer

Chapter Eleven

Suzannah raised her eyebrows at Carlo’s request, but she was willing to oblige… as long as he didn’t make her wait too long. Lying back against the pillows, she watched as he left her briefly, going into the bathroom and returning with a box of condoms still sealed in cellophane. Opening the box, he extracted a foil packet and set it on the nightstand.

She frowned when he didn’t immediately open the condom. He was certainly aroused, his cock jutting proudly towards her as he knelt beside her on the bed.

“Carlo…” she began, wanting to tell him she was ready, more than ready. He reached down and gently laid a finger against her lips.

“Let me touch you,” he begged softly. “Please.”

Desperate though she was for satiation, she stilled and nodded, allowing him his way. For now.

Carlo began with the lightest of touches, skimming his fingertips down the centre of her throat and across her collarbones, before leaning in to claim her mouth again. She arched into his kiss, moaning in her throat as those clever fingers just tapped a peaked, aching nipple before moving on again.

“Please.” It was her turn to beg when he broke the kiss, but he only smiled.

“Patience,cara,” he whispered, moving down over her, and then his mouth settled on her nipple and she forgave the delay immediately.

He’d always known exactly how to touch her to drive her completely out of her mind, and as his hot mouth and knowing hands worked their magic, Suzannah dissolved into a mindless, needy wreck, grasping at him desperately and begging him tohurry, please, just fuck me, now.

She rather thought he’d intended more, but when his fingers dipped between her legs and found her soaked, he let out a groan.

“Oh,cara.You’re so ready.” He stroked gently over her clit, slick with juices, and she gave up asking. Reaching for the nightstand, she grabbed the condom packet and slapped it against his chest.

“Now!”

He laughed at her demand, but he took the condom from her fingers and ripped the foil, sitting back on his haunches to roll it on. “You haven’t learned patience, I see.”

“And you haven’t learned when to just shut up and fuck.” She mock-glowered at him, making grabby hands towards his torso. Truthfully, she didn’t mind that he was quite chatty during sex, only that he expected her to be able to respond coherently, and it was somewhat embarrassing when she couldn’t get out complete sentences. Or any words at all.

As for his maddening patience during foreplay… well, she’d take that over a man who didn’t bother with foreplay at all. It was just the effect Carlo had on her, that she was always at fever pitch so quickly, desperate to feel him inside her. Waiting when he was right there, hard and ready, seemed so ridiculous.

At least he wasn’t arguing or insisting on waiting longer, moving to kneel between her thighs with a look of hungry anticipation on his handsome face.

“I’m so tempted to duck down and eat you out,” he said, and she shook her head, even though the thought of his hot tongue on her sensitive clit made heat twist in her belly.

“Later, if you still want to. Please, Carlo. I need you.”

“I need you too,cara,” he confessed gruffly, reaching out to link his hands with hers, leaning down to kiss her. The tip of his cock nudged into the entrance of her vagina, and Suzannah lost her breath.

Every sensation seemed magnified as Carlo rocked his hips in a slow, easy rhythm, driving a little deeper with each stroke. She could feel the rasp of his stubble against her chin as his tongue played a teasing game of tag with hers, the crispness of his chest hair tickling against her aching nipples. His pulse was racing, she could feel it where their wrists pressed together, or maybe that was hers.

Lifting her legs to ease his passage, Suzannah curled them around his hips and tugged, impatient for the deep, full penetration she knew Carlo had given her. He’d anticipated the move, though, and resisted, laughing softly against her mouth.

“Easy,cara. Let me savour you. I promise, you’ll come so hard and so often tonight you’ll be hard pressed to walk in the morning.” Pressing his forehead against hers, he growled the words softly against her mouth. Suzannah shuddered as he shifted, tilting his hips to change the angle.

“Please.” It was a thin whimper. She should hate herself for sounding so needy, so pathetic, but she could feel the fine trembling in Carlo’s muscles, knew it was costing him to hold back. A thin sheen of sweat was breaking out on his back.

“Soon. I can’t hold out against you, you feel too good.” Closing his eyes, he held still for a long moment before opening them and smiling down at her. “All right, you beautiful, impatient woman.”

Suzannah moaned with ecstasy as Carlo straightened up, sitting back on his heels and letting go of her hands to curl his under her butt, lifting her almost into his lap. The angle he created was sublimely perfect, the tip of his cock just glancing that little spot high on her inner walls as he finally thrust to full depth.

“Oh, God!” Suzannah cried as he pulled back and then thrust again, harder.

“No,cara,” he said, “just your Carlo,” and thrust again.

She’d forgotten how good it was, or maybe it was even better now they were both older, more experienced. Carlo knew exactly what he was doing, setting up the perfect rhythm to drive them both insane, guttural sounds spilling from his lips as he pounded deep into Suzannah. She could feel herself tightening, feel the dizzying spiral beginning, and dug her fingernails into the mattress beneath her, trying to find an anchor, but there was none to be had there.

“Carlo!” It was a scream of his name as fireworks went off behind her closed eyelids, her brain playing tricks on her in the moment of extremity.

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