Page 60 of Love or Leave

Her jaw dropped. "Antonio," she said, not sure what to follow that up with. No one had ever gone down on her before. "I'm not sure—"

"Mmm…"

The deep sound of pleasure coming from his throat stopped her brain. He trailed soft zig-zagging kisses and licks up her thighs as she gasped and arched off the bed.

"Hold still, beautiful," he said, then pressed his tongue against her.

She went completely still while his lips swept over her, kissing and teasing, but it wasn't easy. Her body wanted to float off the bed.

She tried to understand what she was feeling, tried to pay attention to what he was doing to her, but her brain refused to focus. Her thoughts drifted away, leaving her with an increasingly overwhelming desire to join her body with his.

She put her fingers in his hair, trying to get more of him when he changed his angle and sucked. Her pleasure built until it shattered through her, and she cried out—torn between pulling him close and pushing him away.

He kept a slight pressure on her as she came back down from her high, then he crawled over her and kissed her lips before lowering himself on top of her. His weight and the softness of his chest on her skin reignited her desire.

She held him to her, running her hands along his back as she sucked on his ear. "That was incredible," she whispered, thrusting her hips toward him.

His skin burned beneath her touch, but the trail of goosebumps along his shoulders and arms told her he’d been shivering from the light scratches she’d left down his back.

Cara gently thrust her hips toward him, ready for more, but he moved back slightly.

"Antonio?"

"Mmm…" he said, his mouth between her breasts.

"Can I be on top of you?"

He paused, then pulled back with a smirk on his face. "Fuck yeah," he said, backing away from her. "But go slow."

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her up and around until he was on his back and she was straddled on top of him.

She placed her hands on his chest and smiled. She knew she was going to like being on top of him like that. She slid back untilshe could feel him, then pressed down, but he took her hips in his hands and stopped her.

"Slower," he said.

She rolled her eyes, and he lightly slapped her ass cheek.Why did he want everything done at a glacial pace? Maybe he liked the torture?

He took hold of her hips and adjusted her until they were aligned, then pressed her down ever so slightly until he was just barely grazing her opening.

She held in a gasp and realized that the only way to get him to move faster was to make him want it more. She moved to his ear, kissing and licking him as she barely swayed her hips just slightly along him.

His body tensed and he let out a groan, and his hands loosened slightly on her hips.

Perfect. What she was doing seemed to be working.

With a bit more wiggle room, she swayed a little more and trailed kisses from his ear down his neck and along his collarbone, then back up to his other ear. She could feel the slick heat between them, the way he glided effortlessly along her.

She was getting more and more desperate to feel relief.

"Cara," he said, her name nothing more than a rasp of breath.

She lifted her head until their eyes connected, and she found him searching her eyes. One of his hands left her hip and grazed her cheek as he brushed her hair back from her face.

"Now?" she asked.

He swallowed and gave a nod, his eyes intently on hers.

She held his gaze and lowered herself down, taking him into her. His eyelids dropped slightly but stayed open, watching her as she went down, down, down and her whole body tightened.

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