EMILIANO
Emiliano’s teeth graze Cassie’s skin, drawing a moan from her. He’s nipping at the tender spot where her neck meets her shoulder, his hand tracing the curve of her hip. Her body shivers under his touch.
He’s missed this–the scent of her skin, the silkiness of her hair, the softness of her body. His desire for her is a hard, aching need, straining against the confines of his pants. He needs her now, needs to be inside her.
His hand slides up Cassie’s thigh, beneath her dress, his fingers dancing over her skin. He loves how she reacts to his touch. Her whimper of need as he presses his hips against hers sends a thrill through him. He kisses her, starting gently, then with a growing hunger.
Cassie meets his passion, kissing him back fiercely, as if he’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. That’s what he loves about her. She doesn’t hold back. She gives herself to him completely–mind, body, and soul.
His Cassie. His sweet, passionate Cassie.
Her small hands are already unbuttoning his shirt, discarding it. Her fingers explore his bare chest with an urgent tenderness.
Her touch sets him on fire. His desire for her is a white–hot flame.
Without breaking their kiss, Emiliano guides her to his desk, turning her and bending her over it. He hikes her dress up to her hips. tearing her panties aside. He can’t wait any longer.
He slides two fingers into her, testing her readiness. She bucks against his touch. Feeling how wet she is, he groans, quickly unzipping his pants. He lowers them and his boxers, taking his length in hand. He positions himself at her entrance and thrusts deep.
Once he’s inside her, Emiliano holds still. Cassie’s inner muscles clench around him, but he’s already on the edge. To delay his release. he massages her bud, making her squirm with pleasure,
Cassie pushes back against him, wanting more. Emiliano starts to move, thrusting in and out while continuing to stroke her bud. He places one hand on her back, using the other to gently spread her legs, sinking deeper into her.
He loves how she welcomes him.
Emiliano maintains a steady rhythm, but when he sees her knuckles turning white from gripping the desk, he quickens his pace. Her escalating cries spur him on.
His thrusts become rougher, faster. Cassie cries out as she climaxes, and gripping her hips, he gives two more powerful thrusts before convulsing within her.
Resting his forehead on Cassie’s back, Emiliano listens to her rapid heartbeat. Once her breathing steadies, he lifts his head and kisses her neck, making her sigh.
Emiliano pulls out of Cassie and steps back, helping her up. When she turns to face him, he sees tears in her eyes and kisses them away.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks softly.
Cassie seems to be searching for the right words. “No,” she finally says.
Emiliano brings her lips to his for a gentle, tender kiss.
“I’ve missed kissing you… God, I’ve missed everything about you, sweetheart.”
“Really?” Cassie asks. “That’s hard to believe, considering I’ve already seen my replacement.”
“Jealous?” Emiliano pulls her closer, smoothing down her dress. “You were so good, I want more of you,” he murmurs in her ear.
“No, I’m not jealous. But you could at least be discreet about your… extracurricular activities.”
He cups her breast. “How can I look at other women when I have a sexy, beautiful wife that I want more and more each day? A wife I can’t keep my hands off, a wife I want to take to bed and make love to all night–just to show her how much she means to me.”
He showers her neck and face with light kisses while continuing to caress her breasts. “A wife I couldn’t wait to get home to,”
Emiliano scoops her up and carries her upstairs to their bedroom.
