Page 16 of Tender Entrapment
“What’s wrong?”
“I want to fuck you.”
“You’ll have to beg,” she replied.
He arched an eyebrow. “Really?”
She wiggled her eyebrows at him. “Uh huh.”
“In your wildest dreams!” Paulo grabbed her gown and ripped it off in one move.
Camille yelped. It was just her body under the gown. There were no panties or bra to cover her alabaster skin. Her treasure was there for the taking.
“I hate you!” Camille cried, laughing.
Luigi put his hand between her legs and met a soaked pussy. “You wanted this,” he told her with a smirk. “You came up here hoping for it.”
She covered her face, embarrassed.
Luigi pried the hands away from her face. “I wanted it, too. I wanted it very much.” As he spoke, he eased his length into her.
Her breath left her mouth in a hiss, and her eyes went wide. “Oh fuck, Luigi,” she moaned. “I want you to be mine.”
Finally buried fully within her, Luigi began to thrust.
She moved her hips against his thrusts, subtly rocking on his dick from where she lies as he fucked her.
Their lovemaking this time was a tad noisy. It was impossible for both to deal quietly with the sensations that came with their exertions. His grunting and her moaning joined together to form a symphony that embodied the perfection of their entanglement.
Camille held Luigi as he plunged into her again and again and again. He kissed her, suckled on her neck, and ran his hand through stray strands of her glossy hair as he fucked her.
“Be mine,” she urged him. “Be mine,” she pleaded.
“I’m yours,” he promised.
They climaxed at the same time, holding on to each other as they shook with the force of the pleasure ripping through them. Camille cried out twice, her nails digging into Luigi’s arms as she lost her senses and regained them. There was no pain for Luigi. His senses were lost in a vortex of pleasure where nothing else mattered.
Afterward, they lay on his bed, panting. Camille laid her head on his chest and entangled her legs with his while they waited to catch their breath. Sleep descended on both of them soon. Luigi’s exhaustion from staying up late caught up with him, while for Camille, it was purely the after effect of their coupling.
An hour later, a knock on the door woke Luigi up. It was Lucia there to inquire about his plans for breakfast.
“I'll have breakfast up here in my room,” he told her. “And I need you to fetch fresh clothes for Camille from her room.”
A look of disapproval stole across Lucia's features, but she only nodded.
Soon, Luigi's breakfast was brought up alongside Camille's change of clothes. When Luigi woke her up, she was wracked with anxiety.
“Brooke and my parents are probably worried sick,” she said. “They had no idea where I went.”
“All the better. You should join them for breakfast… that is, if they aren't already finished.”
Camille pouted her lips. “Can't I share yours?”
Luigi grinned and carried her from the bed to the table, where he had placed his breakfast.
There were cappuccinos, rolls of croissants, and frutti di bosco next to a tall window that provided a beautiful view of the grounds below.
Camille perched on his legs while they ate, feeding him and herself and talking about Brooke and Paulo.
