My mouth became rougher on hers, my control slipping as I nipped at her lips and plundered her deeply enough to make her gasp for breath. I reached between our bodies and ruthlessly stimulated her, dragging her to the edge of orgasm. I’d waited more than long enough for release, and she had no choice but to join me.
I pinched her nipples hard enough to give her a bite of pain, but her soft moans betrayed the fact that my Carmen liked a little pain with her pleasure.
When she began to grind her hips against mine, I broke our kiss with a rasped curse. Keeping her leash wrapped around my fist, I freed my cock from my slacks and gripped my shaft.
She stared at me with rapt fascination, as though entranced by the sight of the crimson silk lead that connected her collar to my dick.
I squeezed my cock to stave off my release, gritting my teeth against my own swell of pleasure at the erotic sight.
“Come with me, kitten.” My rough command was barely intelligible, but my firm touch on her cunt clearly communicated my desires.
I slid two fingers between her swollen folds, her slick arousal easing my penetration. She cried out when I immediately located the vulnerable spot at the front of her inner walls that would make her come undone. I ruthlessly stimulated it, rubbing my thumb over her clit at the same time.
Her lashes fluttered, and I hooked my fingers inside her, commanding her attention.
“Look at me,” I snarled, finally pumping my shaft, allowing myself to attain release.
Her gray eyes widened, and her sparkling gaze fixed on mine. Her chest rose and fell rapidly on little panting breaths, and her inner walls began to squeeze my fingers. I took half a step back, the slight additional distance pulling her collar tight against her throat as I worked my cock with the end of her leash.
“Stefano!”
The sound I’d fantasized about for so many years—Carmen screaming my name as she came—made my pleasure crest with sudden, vicious force. I roared out my release, ecstasy shooting up my spine and ripping through my body in a merciless wave. My cum lashed her belly, marking her with my seed.
My strength left me in a rush, and I barely managed to catch my weight on my forearms before I collapsed on top of her.
Unable to remain standing on my shaky knees, I scooped Carmen up and guided her down onto the plush carpet, arranging her body so that she was draped over my chest.
Shock tore through me when her hands bracketed my face, and she boldly claimed my mouth in a fierce kiss.
Chapter 15
Carmen
“I have to leave, kitten.” Stefano’s low murmur was followed by a kiss on my cheek. “You can go back to sleep in a minute, but I need to show you something first.”
I let out a groan and rubbed my eyes, struggling to wake up.
Bright sunlight streamed into the bedroom, signaling that I’d slept far later than usual.
“What time is it?” I mumbled, disoriented.
Stefano’s rumbling chuckle settled over me like an extra blanket, and my eyes slid closed when he stroked his fingers through my hair. A contented hum slipped between my lips, and I sank deeper into the mattress.
“It’s nearly nine A.M. I didn’t want to wake you, but I’ll be late for my meeting if I stay any longer.” He continued to caress me as he spoke, and I barely registered the information he provided. “You’re being especially sweet this morning, little pet. I like when you purr for me.”
My temper should have flared at his diminutive words, but his hands felt so good, and the bed was so warm. Lethargy sapped my mind, and I struggled to think straight.
“Did you drug me again?” I asked, peeking up at him suspiciously.
His lips twisted in a wicked smile. “If you’re referring to dopamine and oxytocin, then yes, I do believe I pumped quite a bit of that through your system. What you are currently experiencing is known as the satisfaction of a good night’s sleep after an explosive orgasm. I’m guessing it’s been a while since you had one of those. Twelve years, maybe?”
I frowned at him, but I couldn’t seem to manage the full force of a scowl. The smug bastard thought I hadn’t experienced an orgasm with a man since our last night together.
Even worse, he was right.
“I guess it wasn’t quite as explosive for you, seeing as you are pretty damn cheery this morning and not at all groggy.” I attempted a cutting tone.
He firmed the pressure of his hands, massaging my scalp rather than stroking. My lashes fluttered as he unerringly hit all the right spots to make me melt.
“Don’t be grumpy, kitten,” he chided, forcibly working any grumpiness out of my system with his masterful touch. “I’m sorry I had to wake you up, but I didn’t want to leave without letting you know how to reach me if you need anything.”