Chapter 36 #2
Dario was completely undone beneath her, his jaw tight, eyes dark and intent, watching her with the kind of total attention that made every self-conscious thought she had vanish from her head. She loved him looking at her like that so much it was almost embarrassing.
"You feel so good, Dario. Stretching me, filling me so deep that I can't take anymore," she said, making him whimper. She ran her hands over her breasts, making him swear.
"No coming yet, not until I tell you," she said, and he groaned again but managed to nod.
Frederica picked up her pace, riding him harder, working herself on him until his thighs were shaking and his breathing was wrecked, and the litany of Italian had started again, a low, continuous stream of it that meant he was past the point of composing himself.
She could feel how close he was from the tension running through him, the way his hips started to move, trying to get the friction she was deliberately denying. She stopped.
"Frederica." Not a word but a warning.
"Problem?" she asked, breathing harder than she intended.
"I'm going to have a heart attack if you keep edging me," he informed her with considerable feeling.
She laughed in pure delight and licked the sweat off his chest. "It's okay, arkoúdos. I know CPR."
She slid off him and turned around before straddling him again. She grinned over her shoulder at him and winked.
"Just because I know how much you love thinking about my ass." She grabbed his thick thigh with one hand before leaning forward to give him the perfect view of her slowly feeding his wet cock back into her.
She rose up and sank back down onto him, and his whole body went still for one tense second.
Fabric tore, the headboard shuddered, and both of his arms came around her, pulling her back hard against his chest as he sat up.
"That was naughty of you," he said against her skin, already moving.
"That bra was expensive," she replied.
"I'll get you ten more that we can ruin." His hands covered her breasts, thumbs brushing across her nipples. She arched back against him, and his hips rolled up to meet her, driving deep.
"Touch yourself," he said, low in her ear, and his chin dropped to her shoulder so he could watch. "Both of us. Let me see."
Frederica slid her hand down her stomach and found her swollen clit.
The sounds she was making were completely beyond her control, and she didn't care.
He was deep inside her, his chest solid against her back, his hands on her breasts, his mouth on her neck, and she could feel every single point of contact all at once.
They were wrapped up in each other so tightly, and she loved how safe she was and how good she felt. The orgasm was already building, no warning this time, the pleasure winding tight and bright.
"Fuck, look at you," he breathed against her neck. "Look at how good you take me. You feel so fucking amazing, like we were made to fit together."
Her head went back against his shoulder. He fucked up into her harder, and she matched him, grinding down, her fingers working fast, and the orgasm broke her to pieces. Her nails dug into his thigh hard enough to leave marks she would look at tomorrow and smile at.
Dario followed, his shout buried in the side of her neck. A full-body shudder rolled through both of them as he came, holding her tight against him, filling her up until they were both gasping.
Neither of them moved for a long moment, wrapped up and hanging on. His heart was hammering against her spine. Her own was pounding against his forearm.
Dario pressed his mouth to her temple, her jaw, her neck, slow and unhurried.
"You okay?" he asked eventually, into her hair.
"Better than okay," she agreed.
They untangled in stages, and she ended up on her back with him lying on her with his head between her breasts.
"No matter what happens tomorrow, I want you to know I'm glad you left that bullet casing," Dario said softly. "The one in Rome with the heart carved into it."
Frederica snorted. "I left it to mess with you."
"I know, and it worked really well. Especially the love heart."
"You can't prove it was a love heart."
"Frederica."
She huffed in annoyance. "Fine. Maybe it was a love heart. I don't know I wanted you to come play with me! I was in a particular mood that night."
He made a sound that lived somewhere between a laugh and a sigh of exasperation. "Of course you were."
"Do you still have it?" The question came out before she decided to ask it. He lifted his head to look at her.
"Hmmm, wouldn't you like to know?"
She pinched his side. "That's not an answer."
"No," he agreed, and he lowered his head back to her chest. "It isn't."
She tugged his hair. "Dario."
"Darling Spartana?"
"Tell me."
"Make sure we survive tomorrow," he said and reached up to kiss her scowl. "Get us through the fight with Agrippa in one piece, and I'll tell you after."
"Dick." She wasn't going to start a fight. She was too tired, and he felt too good lying on her like the world's sexiest weighted blanket.
In a few hours, they would have to get dressed and go and find her mother and bury Agrippa for good.
She would get them through it, no matter what.
"Fine," she huffed.
"Fine," he echoed, sounding entirely too pleased with himself.