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“Pull forward.”
“I can’t keep straight.”
“Keep your back against the wall for balance. Stay straight.”
It’s building like a snowball. Like a dribble of bouncing snowballs. Then a race. Then a torrent.
“Keep pulling.” He leers. “More to the front. Hook your fingers.” An avalanche. A sea of bigger and bigger icy snowballs, bouncing off cliffs. Down chasms. Arcing up.
My stomach rolls and convulses. I’m crying out.
“Harder. Faster. Hook forward. Keep going.”
I’m breaking in two, cracking in half and exploding in slow motion, all at the same time.
“Faster and harder. Steady, but the spot that makes it all go wild? Ease back on that. Just a little lighter, gentler. But faster.”
Oh, I can’t concentrate. My eyes roll and I’m clenching. In spasms.
“Forward. Keep on. Keep going.”
I’m moaning and letting out a cry, “Oh-h-h-h-h,” and I can hear my voice judder. “Let it happen.”
Then I feel like something rose up, lifted me. From below.
The avalanche just multiplied. It’s blinding. In every direction. And it’s all liquid. Liquid fire. And liquid ice. Exploding. It all turned to liquid and I’»m losing it in every way.
The whole inside of me doubled, exploded, turned liquid, cold and hot, fire and ice, and it’s bursting out of me.
My legs tremble hopelessly. I’m shaking like there’s a velvet and ice liquid road drill inside me.
Carlo laughs. I’m going over again.
I’m going to fall. I can’t stay up. I have to jump for the bed. I’m squirting like a hose. Like a shower. Everywhere. the smell is shocking and wonderful. Everything is amazing. And I feel like I’m going to die. And I just made it to the bed. And it’s soaked.
Already.
And I’m convulsing like I’m having a fit. My stomach rolls like ocean waves. My back bends, arcs and stretches. I’m shaking all the way through my arms and legs. My thighs clench and buzz.
“Yes, Lucia. Come. Come for me!”
I feel like all the tension I’ve been carrying and holding forever flushes all the way through me and out of me and I’m filled with a blast of light.
Shaking like a baby tree in a storm, fluttering wildly, uncontrollably.
I need to feel him so much. And he’s so far away.
My body needs his, needs him close to me. I need his arms and his legs and his chest. And his mouth. Damn. How have I got through all of this without a taste of his lips?
Through a desperate storm of agony and emptiness and ecstasy I shudder and quake, again, and again. Subsiding but still sobbing and moaning, Helpless.
The endless blasts of sensation were so powerful and intense, if feels terrible to have it alone. To be here without Carlo.
I feel like I’m suffering and being punished for having too much good fortune and taking three unbelievable men for myself.
And I’m still shuddering and quivering so much I can’t even speak.
CHAPTER THIRTY
