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Her head writhed as her tired body squirmed and arched. Sweat slipped down the side of her face as the pliancy she’d felt before evaporated and she strained to find release.
“Harder!” she gasped, not sure if that was right, but then his fingers moved over a bundle of nerves she didn’t even know she had. “Oh, fu-u-uck. Do that!” It was like he was thrusting over just what she needed. She didn’t need to be full to bursting. She needed this, a rough sliding that sent starbursts to her vision as her ears rang and she orgasmed again.
He tried to lick her through it, but her body wasn’t even her own anymore. The pulses shook her apart, and she began to panic. “Stop! Please, stop.”
He stopped, his fingers withdrawing and his head lifting away from her. He crawled onto the bed, pulling her against him as her body trembled.
She collapsed over his chest, little tremors still quaking inside her even though she was pretty sure she wasn’t actually coming anymore.
“Too much?” he asked, his chest rumbling under her ear.
She couldn’t seem to lift her head from his chest and nuzzled him instead.
“Ves?” he asked, his tone worried.
She grunted. “Guess so?” Her eyes slid shut as her body refused any of her suggestions to shift in any way. At least her lips sort of worked to mumble. “If someone comes? I’d have to just fucking let them shoot me.”
His chest rumbled again as his hand went to her hair. She’d forgotten she liked to be stroked there. A sense of calm slid through her. It was kind of sparkly, as if there was joy mixed in.
“Sorry. I got carried away. Which did you like most?”
That was like picking out her favorite Italian dish, but she tried to think about it. “The second one?” It had been quickest and had stolen all her thoughts. “Made me damn floaty.”
His hand paused, tightening a little. Then he played with her hair again. “Good to know.”
She licked her lips, getting a taste of salty skin that was all Antonio. It added to the calm inside her as she tried to move her mouth, to ask if they were sleeping together again.
Instead, she slept without asking.
The sunshine burned a little when her eyes next slitted open, but she didn’t have a headache. She also was squeezing Antonio around the chest like a pillow.
And she really had to pee.
Vespa had never been very sneaky. She stubbed her toe on the chair on the way to the bathroom and cussed the motherfucker. When she was answered by a husky chuckle that came from the mattress, it made her stomach flutter.
After taking care of business and washing up, including her face, which had smelled like Antonio, damn it, she walked out of the bathroom still naked, because what the hell, and tying her hair back in a tight bun. The hair tie had dug a crease in the skin around her wrist as she slept.
Antonio’s eyes were open, and the sheet had slithered to drape down his side as he sat up against the pillows, leaving all that lovely chest bare.
“You look disgustingly good,” she griped, continuing to check him out and almost stomping on his suit jacket. She must have knocked it off during her toe stubbing.
“Yes, I do,” Antonio said with that fake smile of his as he rubbed his hand over his taut skin, the bastard. “You still tapped out from last night?”
She shook her head. “Don’t act cocky. I got you there too.” The sheet was already tented over his crotch. “I could do it again.” The thought of driving him wild made her tingle in all the right places. It was like the AC wasn’t even working in the hotel room, what with the heat chasing over her skin.
His smile had fallen, and those blue eyes appeared darker. “Is that an offer?”
Vespa wanted to shout her agreement and jump the man. To give herself a moment to process the impulse, she bent to pick up the jacket she’d knocked to the ground. Something red and fuzzy was underneath, and she dropped the jacket to pick up the item instead. The handcuffs dangled from her thumb, swinging a little as she lifted them high.
“These yours?” she asked, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of them. They looked almost… comfy? Though there was no way they were wrapping around her wrists. Being tied up would add too much squick to her stomach.
“Yes,” Antonio admitted. When she dragged her gaze to him, he didn’t look embarrassed at all. “Sometimes I prefer to be restrained.”
She crossed to the bed, climbing his legs and taking the handcuffs with her. She dropped a dragging kiss up his chest as she kept going higher. The cuff was easy enough to push all the way through so one side opened, and she snapped it around his wrist. Something about the red fuzz against his strong arm really got her going. She used the cuff to pull his arm above his head.
His breath hitched as his body squirmed beneath hers. “Vespa—”
“You’ve got a key to these, right?” she asked, frowning at it.
