Page 65 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

They were far more interesting.

“In a minute,” Cara said absently.

He let her go then, his arms releasing her from that snake-like hold so he could grab her face and kiss her mouth over and over.

Cara rotated her hips on Gian’s hard cock once more, determined to get back in her happy place, but he had other things in mind. Better things. His hand dove between their bodies, and the next time Cara ground along his length, he filled her full with one hard flex of his hips, driving upwards against her pussy.

She hadn’t been expecting the move, if only because he was always so careful to grab a condom first, though she had told him before that she was on the pill. But she liked him this way, too—bare and natural, filling and stretching her full, making her ache with nothing but him.

“Shit,” Gian groaned, holding Cara tight to his body so that she couldn’t move. “Fuck, I love your pussy.”

“Because it’s yours.”

His nod answered her back, and his eyes closed as she felt his cock jerk inside the tight walls of her sex. She was wet as fuck as her hand snuck between their bodies to feel the base of his bare cock fitted snug to her cunt. Hot, too, she realized.

Cara’s fingers slid over her clit with gentle strokes, making her inner muscles tighten and release with each touch.

“Could you come like that?” Gian asked, never opening his eyes. “Just stretched full of my cock and playing with your cunt, could you?”

“Yes, but not as fast as I would like.”

“And how would you like it, Cara?”

“You already know.”

Gian’s eyes opened, making Cara still on top of him entirely. “Yeah, I do.”

She hadn’t even blinked before one of his hands tangled into her hair and the other found her throat. The second his fingers tightened, choking and pulling at the same time, his hips thrust upward, driving into her again. Cara let him pull her forward, enough to lift her hips and let him pound into her pussy, deep and hard enough to make the rest of the room disappear. It was only the sound of them—his cock slamming into her, her pussy taking him in, all wet and tight, her whines and his whispers—and nothing else.

“Ride me or take it,” Gian muttered through his clenched teeth. “Fuck me how you want to, or take my cock the way I know you can, Cara.”

“I want both.”

She was greedy that way, too. Greedy enough for him to back her ass into his every thrust, but still needy enough to make him pound into her hard enough to make her fucking crazy.

His fingers tightened around her throat, taking away air and making her fly. She knew what was coming. She fucking vibrated for it, anticipated it, wanting his words to make it sweeter, and better.

“Just fucking come and give it to me, then,” he demanded. “Show me what’s mine, Cara. Show me.”

Shit.

She could do that.

All he had to do was say so.

Cara stepped out of the shower to find Gian leaning in the doorway. “I know, I’m late.”

He held his hands up, grinning in that way of his. “I’m saying nothing about that again. I warned you earlier, you wanted to listen to me read, love.”

“Well, it sounded good.”

“And then fuck after,” he added.

Cara shot him a look. “I didn’t hear you refusing.”

“Why would I?”

She didn’t dignify that with a response, instead drying off with a towel and making quick work of rubbing it through her wet hair. She was going to have to rush to get to school and hand in her paper on time, but she couldn’t find it in herself to give a shit.