by Remy Landon
Her eyes filled. Blinking hard, she continued. “So I learned that if I want you, I have to accept that weakness you create in me, and I learned that I have to forgive you, because that's what needs to happen when you...” Her voice broke. “...love someone.” The tears were spilling out now, and she was helpless to stop them. “And I do love you, Carlo. No one else makes me feel like you do...happy, mad, calm, excited, turned on, pissed off, shaken up...I love you, and I don’t want to live without you.”
Before she could say another word, he leapt up from the ledge and swept her up against him. She put her arms around his neck, hugging tight, and she felt his lips on her hair, her cheeks, until he found her mouth and kissed her deeply, hungrily. She sank her fingers into his thick, glorious hair and pulled his head in to her, eagerly returning his kiss. When he pulled away from her a few moments later, his eyes were wet.
“Cassandra, I have loved you from the moment I saw you in the stable. I tried like hell to fight it, to control it, but I couldn't.” He pulled her in for another kiss, his warm tongue caressing hers.
God, this man—the feel of his strong arms around her, the hardness of him pressing into her, the softness of his kisses...
She leaned back, her hands pressing against his chest. He looked down at her in bewilderment, his mouth partly open, breathing hard, and she had to fight the urge to smile.
“Wait,” she said sternly. “Before we go any further, I have a question, and a condition.”
“Tell me.” He traced the outline of her chin with his fingers, stroked her cheek. “Tell me so I can make love to you.”
“Remember what you said to me, that time in the hayloft, about how you had overcome your fears, except for one?”
“I remember.” His eyes clouded with anguish as they searched hers, and she was filled with the desire to wrap her arms around him and hold him until his pain went away. But first, she had to know if he could do what she needed.
“I've never forgotten that. It's the fear of losing someone, isn't it?” she asked softly.
Carlo broke eye contact with her, staring over her head toward the sea. “Yes.” He was silent for a few moments, and when he looked down at her again, his eyes were calm and gentle. “But you've enabled me to let go of that fear and dare to love you.”
“I'm glad,” she murmured. “And remember when you said I belonged to you?”
He was smiling at her, and the chill she had from the coastal spring air was replaced by a glowing, spreading warmth. “You were right,” she told him. “I do. My condition is...you need to belong to me as well.”
Waves of pleasure rippled through her as Carlo wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand sliding up the back of her neck. “I can do that,” he said softly, as he bent down to cover her mouth with his.
His kisses quickly became more demanding, and she felt herself molding her body to him, spreading her legs slightly in her dress so his erection was pressing where she wanted it. The ache for him was making her weak: a total puddle-on-the-floor feeling, like Teal had said. But she had never more sure of anything than this, right now.
Carlo's lips left hers to brush the outside of her ear, his stubbled cheek pressed against her smooth one. “I have a condition, too, Cassandra,” he said, his voice hoarse with arousal.
“What is it?”
“That you let me take you right here, right now.”
She could do that. Sweet Jesus, she could do that.
Carlo gave her a long, lingering kiss and took a step back, unbuttoning his shirt slowly as she watched, filling her eyes with his sculpted chest and abs. He spread his shirt on the ground and lowered her gently onto it, cradling the back of her head in his hand. She drew in her breath as he straddled her. He began unbuttoning his pants, and she put her hands over his to stop him.
“I want to take out your cock,” Cassandra whispered, the relentless throbbing between her legs making her bold.
His eyes glazed with want, he leaned back and knelt over her, his erection tenting the front of his pants. Her fingers quickly went to his zipper, sliding it down. She reached inside his boxers to cup his balls, feeling their warmth and firmness, then slid her hand along his rigid length. He had closed his eyes and was softly groaning as she stroked him, and oh, God, how she loved and wanted this insanely beautiful, complicated man.
Not wanting to wait any longer, she pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees, marveling once again at the size of his fully-erect cock. She looked up at him, her voice hushed. “I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone, Carlo.” She continued watching his face as she grasped his cock, leaned forward to slide the tip into her mouth, and closed her lips around it.
The primal groan he made soaked her panties. She felt her own desire mounting as she licked and sucked him. This new feeling of being sexually assertive was as empowering as it was arousing.
He put his hands on either side of her face. “You have to stop, sweetheart, or I'm not going to be able to hold back.”
Cassandra slid her mouth off his manhood with agonizing slowness, enjoying the delicious torture she was inflicting upon him. She needed to get something out of her purse, anyway. Carlo was watching her in puzzlement until he saw her take out the small packet. Shaking his head, he grinned with delight, showing his dimple. “You were planning this?”
She smiled sheepishly, blushing as she began to roll the condom over his erection. “I was hoping. And also planning.”
Now, she would let him take over, glad that there could be a balance of power between them. He slid off his pants and boxers and pulled up the bottom of her dress. She moaned as she felt him slide off her panties, slipping his warm fingers inside her and gently pinching her clit.
Holy fucking God. A silent scream of ecstasy-agony unleashed itself inside her head. She fought against the orgasm that was threatening to claim her, wanting him to be inside her when she came.
He rubbed the engorged head of his cock against her slick opening, and she spread her legs for him, looking deeply into his eyes and wanting to drown in their dark recesses.
“You are so beautiful, Cassandra,” he breathed. “So incredibly sexy and beautiful.”
Her hands came up to grip his hair. She gasped as she felt him enter, yielding to him completely as he plunged his cock into her over and over, grunting with exertion.
The pleasure-pain sensation was exquisite. She could wait no longer. Pulling him close, she whispered, “I love you,” feeling the sweet release of her past, her doubts, her fears. As Carlo shuddered and climaxed seconds later, murmuring her name, she could not hug him tightly enough, wanting to crawl inside him and never leave.
Lying on top of her, he planted kisses all around her mouth, finally settling on her lips, his eyes studying her face as if seeing her for the first time. He could not seem to stop smiling, and his joy made her toes curl.
“Am I heavy on you?” he asked, concern etching lines in his forehead.
“Yes. But don't move.”
“I want to give you everything. Everything you want, anything you need.”
“I already have it. I don't need anything else except you.”
He shook his head with wonderment, his lips parted. His smoke-blue eyes were glistening, and she thought she saw a flicker of fear within them. “Cassandra...”
She kissed him tenderly, tracing his eyebrows with her fingers. “I never want to leave you, Carlo. I will do everything in my power to stay.”
This was all she could promise him, but looking into his eyes, she could see that it was enough.
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