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"I'm so close. I need to come," she says desperately. "Can I come? Please?"

My blood sings at her plea.

She wants my permission to come.

I want to give her everything.

"Not yet," I say.

Her body tenses in protest. A frustrated groan escapes her lips.

I smile against her skin. I love when she's frustrated.

It makes her submission all the sweeter.

"Lorenzo," she begs. "I can't hold on any longer."

"You can," I say. "I know you can, amore mio."

I increase the tempo, my hips moving in a blur of motion. Her body is writhing beneath me, her cries growing louder, more desperate.

My own control is wearing thin. I am close to the edge, so close.

But I need to feel her come around me. I need to feel her body tighten, to feel her walls clenching around me as we both tumble over the edge together.

I can feel her body start to tremble, a sign of her impending orgasm.

Just as I feel the tightening of my balls and the tingling at the base of my spine, I reach between us and rub her clit.

"Now, Donatella," I command. "Come with me."

Her head drops back, and a silent scream forms on her lips as her body grows taut. She trembles for one perfect moment where the world stands still for us both.

Then she comes.

Her inner walls clamp down on me, her body convulses with the force of her orgasm.

I thrust into her one last time, burying myself deep inside her as my own release washes over me.

My cock pulses, and then I'm filling her, my body shuddering. Her body trembles, her legs tightening around my waist as she rides out the last of her orgasm.

The room spins for a second as I rest my forehead against hers, my body still shaking from the intensity of my release.

Her breathing is ragged, her body limp against mine.

We are a mess of tangled limbs and sweaty skin.

We are perfect.

For a long moment, we stay like that, my body still inside her, our hearts beating a frantic, synchronized rhythm against each other's chests.

I have one arm around her, holding her body to mine, and one hand braced against the desk, holding us both up. I realize with some shock that my arm is shaking. Not from exertion. From emotion.

She has completely undone me.

Donna’s head shifts against my shoulder, her breath hot against my neck. The leather of my belt is still cinched around her, trapping her arms. Her skin is damp. Her legs are still wrapped around my waist lazily.

The room is filled with the scent of our sex like a musky perfume that clings to the air and our skin.