Page 267 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

It was decided.

The best sight in the morning was Cara on her knees, face buried into a pillow to muffle her sounds, while Gian got a mouthful of her cunt from behind, and stuffed her ass full of his fingers. He loved the way her body trembled with the need for release, and how sweat had slicked up her spine from being teased over and over.

Crazy red hair.

Flushed skin.

Sweet pussy.

Wild eyes met his over her shoulder, when he added a third finger to Cara’s ass, and replaced his mouth on her cunt with just the pad of his fingertip massaging her clit. It was the way her hips swayed and her muscles contracted that drove him crazy. She was so fucking tight around him, and he couldn’t fucking wait to get his cock feeling that, too. She always begged so well when something was filling her ass.

Yes, the very best.

“You want to come so badly, don’t you?” Gian taunted Cara, kissing her lower back between each word.

Her reply came out breathless and high—so very pretty and strained. “You know I do, Gian. Please.”

“My greedy girl. So fucking needy. Come, then.”

His mouth was back between her thighs in a heartbeat, sucking hard on her clit while his fingers pounded deeper into her ass to stretch her open. She loved that, he knew, though it had been a while. He was going to make sure it wasn’t as long between this time and the next time.

Cara’s cries turned the sweetest kind of desperate, and then muffled into the pillow as her body tensed all over. Gian chose not to complain about being unable to hear her coming, but only because he got to taste it, instead.

And sweet Jesus, she tasted heavenly when she came.

Like his own personal tart candy.

Gian had just gotten his cock lubed up, had a fistful of Cara’s hair wrapped tight around his hand, when familiar soft cries broke through his lustful haze. A baby’s cries, he realized. It took Gian far too long to realize it was his baby that was crying through the monitor on the nightstand.

Cara laughed when he stiffened above her and let go of her hair. Turning over, she leaned up and kissed him hard on his slack lips—grinning in a know-it-all sort of way. “Sorry, Gian. Raincheck on that for tonight. Either learn to fuck faster, or stop demanding I be so loud.”

“But … but …” He looked down at his fully erect, lubed cock that was aching. “But …”

He really needed to fucking come now.

Cara’s palm patted him square in the middle of his forehead, as though she were stamping something there with her hand. “Parents call that being cock-blocked. Welcome to the club.”

“Cara!” Gian shouted over his shoulder as she headed for the bedroom door. She only shrugged in response, slipping on a nightie and then a robe to fully cover up. “That’s not fair at all, mon ange!”

“Shower, and take care of it yourself, I guess.”

Holy sweet baby Jesus!

“I don’t need to take care of it myself! Cara, I haven’t taken care of myself in a decade, for fuck’s sake.”

Cara’s head popped back in the doorway. “Seems you do, actually. No better time to get reacquainted.”

She was loving this.

Gian knew he was bested—by a baby and his lover, it seemed. He could have waited, of course. Marcus liked to sleep in the mornings after his feedings, and Gian could always drag Cara back to bed and punish her for her smartass remarks, plus relieve himself in the process. It sounded like a good idea, except his fucking balls hurt like hell all of the sudden.

And that wasn’t good at all.

Gian was a ten-minute kind of morning man. Ten minutes was all he needed to jump in the shower, get dressed, and head out for the day. It was a routine he had perfected over the years. That day, it failed him entirely. It took him thirty minutes just to get through a goddamn shower, and while he got the job done, he hated every fucking second of it.

Cara was right.

He was going to have to learn to keep her quiet, or settle with a faster fucking.